Chronicles of Lazdormu(IC closed for Sinister Spiders)

Tyrande Whisperwind

Tyrande had always believed both Malfurion and Illidan to be exceptionally handsome. So when Illidan stood before her, in all his natural glory, she wasn't surprised to see that the sight of his body matched the attractiveness of his face. His manhood, in particular, drew her attention. She had seen the male organ before, some of them had even been erect, but never before had she been able to gaze upon one with the knowledge that it was hers to play with.

Tentatively, shyly, Tyrande reached out and ran the tips of her fingers up and down his solid length. His manhood was velvety to the touch, yet there wsa a strength to it that came as a great surprise. She continued to gently explore it, pressing her fingers lightly upon the ridges of his throbbing veins, tracing the shape of the base of his tip through his foreskin. The only thing more sensational than the member itself was the way that Illidan was responding to her touch. He had always been so strong and stubborn, even with her, his closest friend. To see him here, at the mercy of her touch, beholden to her whim, was incredibly intoxicating. Taking a deep breath and gathering up her courage, she wrapped her hand around his impressive girth and began to stroke him gently, watching his face for his reaction to see if she was doing it right.
 
Illidan Stormrage

The feel of her fingers gently exploring his manhood sent an electric wave of pleasure all the way to the top of his spine. He knew she lacked the experience but the way her hand wrapped around his shaft was almost too much to bear.

She slowly worked him up and down. His breathing became raged and he was having trouble standing. Never before had a woman had his much power over him, Tyrande was truly the only woman for him and her touch proved it. Her grip and speed increase and he very nearly allowed her to topple him over the edge. He held strong, knowing that there was more to his coupling than his own simple release.

"My dear, Tyrande." he started. "I do not wish his moment to end so quickly." he explained with an honest smile and gently removed her hand from his throbbing member. She smiled meekly at his gesture and released him. Illidan passionately kissed her again and then slowly trailed his kisses down her body. He started at her jaw line slowly moving down her neck, nipping gently on his way down. He gave each nipple a long and forceful suck before resuming his journey.

When he finally reached his destination Illidan paused a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Her swollen nether-lips were only slightly open and he could see that a moist layer of her juices glistening in the light. Her musky aroma filled his nostril and the breathed deeply her scent. He slowly approached her wet fold with his hand and spread her open to reveal the pearl of her desire. The small nub of flesh sat almost shyly at the top of her soaking slit. Illidan wasted no more time and dove in passionately lapping at her clit without abandon. Her body reacted immediately, arching toward him, shaking with lust. With practiced skill he worked her mind and body into a moon-shattering climax.
 
Tyrande Whisperwind

Tyrande knew well what her body was capable of. However, she didn't know anything about Illidan's method, nor how effective it would be. As the world slowly shimmered back into place beyond her glazed eyes, and the sounds of the world around filtered through the dull pounding of blood rushing through her body, she looked down into Illidan's dark eyes.

Illidan's lips were still covered in the juices of her arousal. She remembered the way that his manhood had felt in her grasp and had the sudden urge to return the favour. Slowly, because her entire body was still shaking slowly with the aftershocks of pleasure, she got to her knees and gently pushed Illidan back against the lounge.

Tyrande had no trouble mimicking Illidan's earlier trail of kisses on her body. She delighted in the way that the well-defined muscled of his neck, chest and stomach felt against her lip. The similarities ended when her mouth came to rest in the patch of hair above hid straining member. She couldn't lick him like he had done to her, their anatomy was just too different, but she could think of something else. Gently, she took his member in her fingers and planted a soft kiss on the very top of it. It tasted salty, masculine and there was something about the taste that was uniquely characteristic of Illidan. Tyrande moaned as she licked his flavour of her lips, tasting the raw power it held over her hormones.

Tyrande's next move was to take her time to engulf his length in her mouth. He was so hard inside her that she had to marvel at him. She looked up and caught his eyes, and a jolt of pleasure ran through her when she saw his lusftul expression. Tyrande slid her mouth off him just as slowly and deliberately as she had encased him. She repeated her actions a little quicker and looked to Illidan's face for hints of what to do next.
 
Illidan Stormrage

Illidan marvelled at the feel of Tyrande's soft lips on his skin. Every contact was like being hit by a bolt of arcane energy, it coursed through his veins and focused on his hardened member.

Tyrande traced an agonisingly slow path down his body toward the monolithic rod between his legs. Her delicate hand grasped his member gently and she placed a soft sensual kiss at the tip. The effect almost sent him over the edge, her previous efforts had made him overly sensitive and the feel of her mouth engulfing his manhood was challenging his endurance.

Even though he could tell she had no experience with a man in this regard, she was learning very quickly. Tyrande settled into a rhythm of sucking on the tip of his throbbing member whilst stroking the shaft. Illidan groaned loudly every time he felt his member squirt a small amount of pre-seed into her awaiting mouth, when it happened, she flicked out with her tongue lapping up his juices and hummed appreciatively.

Illidan knew that in a few short moments he would almost reach his climax again. He gently placed his hand on the back of her neck and using the leverage pulled himself away from her hungry mouth forcefully. She squeaked in surprise at his gesture and gave him a confusing look.

He could no longer keep his lust controlled. Almost roughly, Illidan stood up and pushed Tyrande back down on the sofa. She gasped at his sudden change in mood but did not fight him. He spread her legs apart and positioned the tip of his engorged member at her dripping wet entrance. He took one last look in her eyes. The same lust he felt was reflected back at him. He pushed himself slightly inside her. The slick walls of her love canal gripped and resisted his efforts, when his tip reached the head of her maidenhood he stopped briefly. Before continuing Illidan lock Tyrande in a kiss of raw passion his lips became the instrument to exact the unbridlled love he felt for her. As he distracted her with the kiss he pulled back so that only his tip was buried. His mouth grasped her lower lip and bit down hard enough to catch her attention. He then pushed himself into her with all his might. They cried out simultaneously; her in pain and him in pleasure as he broke through her final barrier.

Illidan held still, locked in the moment of pleasure, the feel of being deep within her needed to be cherished, every muscle in her body was taut with strain including the ones around his raging member. He leaned forward and put his arms around her body to comfort her trembling body and deepened his kiss keeping her mind focused on the passion of the moment. It seemed like an eternity before he felt her move again. Her hips slowly gyrated and he felt her inner muscles contract and loosen around him. When he was satisfied that her body had become used to the feel him inside he began pumping in and out of her in a slow steady rhythm. It wasn't long before her own body moved in time with his and his slow ministrations became strong passionate thrusts, each delivering a loud moan from her throat.
 
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Tyrande Whisperwind

When Illidan pulled her away from him she felt the loss of his member in her mouth keenly. His next action further incited her passion. As he pushed her back against the lounge her entire body began to quiver in anticipation. She gasped in shock as he settled between her legs, his manhood pressed against her entrance. Her breathing sped up as he pressed into her just the tiniest amount. He felt so large at her entrance that she doubted if she could accommodate him. The most she'd ever had inside her before was one of her own fingers.

Illidan's lips captured hers in a suggestively raw kiss and Tyrande moaned into his mouth. Their kiss became even more desperate, and Tyrande couldn't help but press her hips upwards, wanting to feel more than just his tip. Illidan growled and then bit her lip as he used a single swift and forceful stroke to pierce through her maidenhead. Her body startled to tremble with a curious mixture of the stinging pain and alien fullness her body was feeling, and the desire she felt for him. It took a while for the stinging to cease, and Illidan waited patiently, pouring all of his desperation and desire into their kiss while she adjusted to the feeling of having him deep inside her. She drowned in those orbs until the pain slowly faded and her desire took on a new, more primal edge. She moved her hips against him carefully, letting him know that she wanted to feel more of him.
 
Illidan Stormrage

Illidan poured his very soul into every thrust, he made certain that his manhood hilted her every time he pushed inside. Illidan moved his attention from her mouth to her breasts and nipples, he massaged them more roughly than before and bit down slightly on her erect nipples. Each bite caused her inner muscles to tighten around his member which in turn encouraged him to thrust even harder.

Illidan decided that he needed a better angle for this position. On his next inward stroke he remained inside her wet centre, he then lifted her off the sofa with his strong arms and then positioned his hands on her shapely bottom keeping her nicely impaled in his rock hard staff. Tyrande, realising his intent, wrapped her arms and legs around his body as he carried her to his room.

Illidan's room was simple in design and layout; his bed although not extravagant, was very comfortable and would be perfectly suitable for the position he desired. He laid Tyrande on the bed so that she was on her back again and her bottom sat at the edge of the bed. Illidan remained standing and using his hands on her ankles he positioned her legs so they were spread with knees slightly bent and pointing toward the ceiling. From this position he now had a clear view of his manhood buried deeply within her tight and moist love canal. Without any further delay he resumed his strong passionate thrusts making sure he reached the very depths of her womanhood.

Tyrande inner flesh clenched around him with every inward stroke Illidan knew that he would not be able to hold himself back this time. He conjured a small amount of arcane energy and directed it from his member through Tyrande's body and focused on her clit. He'd only practiced this particular spell once before but hoped that it would have the desired result. Luckily his precision paid off and he felt Tyrande shift to a vice grip around him as she neared her climax. As she screamed out in pleasure her inner muscles massaged his pumping member, he felt waves of pleasure rush out of him like the tides crashing down upon the shore. Each pulse of his seed rushed into Tyrande's accommodating womanhood and Illidan did not stop until his legs could no longer move.

When his body finally gave out he collapsed onto of Tyrande in a fit of exhaustion. All the months of building tension finally release in one magnificent explosion.
 
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Tyrande Whisperwind

Relocating to the bed was a good idea. Not only was it more comfortable, but Illidan's lovemaking became even more passionate after the move. Tyrande wasn't sure whether it could truly be called making love; it was so much more than that. It felt as though Illidan was pouring his very essence into her with ever stroke. When their eyes met she couldn't hold his gaze for long. Everything about Illidan and the way he moved inside and around her was so intense that it was hard to focus.

Tyrande's sense of time and space disappeared and all she could think about was how magnificent Illidan felt inside of her. After a few minutes her body had adjusted to his size and was instead able to register the pleasure of how he filled her. Every time he withdrew his staff her entire body shivered in mourning of it's loss. Every rough stroke back into her core made her cry out in pleasure and sated the intense need building deep inside her. Instead of counting the seconds or minutes all Tyrande could follow were her heartbeats, the sound of blood roaring through her ears, Illidan's guttural grunts and growls and her own reflexive moans.

Illidan's grunting became louder and his growls more fierce, and she could feel his member spasm inside her every now and again. She barely had time to think about this before she could feel the electric tingle of energy sizzle in the air around him, the next thing she felt was that same arcane magic travel up the length of his rod and then spread to her throbbing clit. As soon as he started his spell Tyrande was lost to the pleasure. It built and built until it claimed every part of her body in it's tingling claws. Her world exploded around her and she could hear her voice echoing of the walls of his bedroom. To her own ears the voice sounded foreign; so base, desperate and full of unrestrained passion.

Illidan's release sounded just as pleasurable as her own. She could feel his length tensing desperately into her as he released his seed in her core. He kept going and going, filling her sensitive body until the pleasure became almost unbearable. Just when she was going to cry for mercy he let out a grunt and fell down against her. Their chests heaved in synchrony, and his breath was heavy in her hear. He stayed like that as he softened inside her and she wrapped her arms around his warm body, luxuriating in the erotic feel of the skin to skin contact.
 
Illidan Stormrage

When Illidan's mind returned from the blissful haze back to reality he felt Tyrande arms close around him. The warm contact of her naked body under his felt grander than any magical spell he could have ever wielded in his lifetime. Reluctantly he slipped out of her dripping entrance and noticed that some of his seed was already leaking out. His now flaccid member was soaked in a mixture of their fluids but Illidan decided they would worry about cleanliness tomorrow.

Using what remained of his energy he positioned Tyrande and himself in bed together, he pulled the covers over them and held her in a loving embrace. It was not long before sleep took him but for the first time he brandished a smile on his face.

When he awoke in the morning, his mind refocused itself from the grogginess of sleep. Luckily the enchantments on the wine ensured that there was no pain or queasiness in any part of his body. The recollection of the previous nights endevours returned to his mind and he couldn't help but beam brightly. Illidan turned over to find Tyrande still naked and lying on her side, he rolled himself toward her and pressed his morning arousal against her backside. Illidan placed a small kiss on the back of her neck. Tyrande stirred awake slightly and her body pressed backward against him.

"My dear Tyrande, My Love, come away with me. Let us leave all of these cretins of society behind. We can accomplish a great many things, just the two of us." he whispered in her ear and gave her another kiss where her neck met her shoulder.
 
Tyrande Whisperwind

After Illidan slid out of her and moved them up on the bed Tyrande fell asleep very quickly. The presence of his warm body so close to hers was a pleasure she was unaccustomed to, but found that it helped to keep her dreams light and her sleep deep.

Tyrande woke to the feeling of a gentle yet insistent hardness press against her backside. When her eyes opened she felt a sudden sense of disorientation. Where was the? Then she remember. Memories of the previous night flooded her mind; the way that Illidan had kissed her, the feeling of his lips all over her body, the passion in his hands and the painful pleasure of his manhood piercing her maidenhead.


Come away with me.... His words washed over her and she felt as though a bucket of iced water had been poured over her. She felt reality burst through her sleepy reminiscence and suddenly the realisation of what she had done came down on her, hard.

"What about Elune? What about Malfurion? What about all of the hard work we've done here?" She asked, her voice sounding very much awake and alert.

She should've known this would happen. Illidan never did anything half-heartedly. His passion and lust had been true, she had no doubt about that as he kissed her neck softly. Now that she thought on it she wasn't surprised about his request, it was very like him. However, as much as she did love him and even though she had thoroughly enjoyed losing her virginity to him, she couldn't just pack up and leave.
 
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Illidan Stormrage

Tyrande was always ever committed to the worship of her goddess but she could offer so much more if she weren't restricted so much. It didn't surprise him that his brother also came up, Malfurion was ever in her thoughts even after the passionate night of love they shared. Did he have to compete in everything with his noble brother.

"Forget them my love, we don't need their rigid bounded society. With you and I united we can bring order to chaos, we can remake this world as we see fit." he pleaded.
 
Tyrande Whisperwind

A sense of regret washed over Tyrande. It wasn't regret for the moments she had shared with Illidan the previous nights, but regret about the knowledge that they would never see eye to eye. He thought he was better than their people, but she wanted to be a better person for them. She couldn't just leave with him and abandon all of the work she'd done.

"Illidan..." Tyrande whispered, carefully slipping out of his arms and getting off the bed. "I need some time to think." She walked out of the bedroom and into the main room to collect her clothes. She didn't want him to think that she didn't desire him; nothing could be further from the truth. The problem was that she desired him more than she could fathom, but that she knew they could never be happy together.
 
Illidan Stormrage

Illidan didn't press the matter further. He only watched in sadness as she left his room. Perhaps in time she may change her mind but for now he would be patient. When he heard the door close behind her though it felt as if that same door had been closed to her heart. He hoped he was wrong.
 
Lazdormu-Entry 3

Time: 10,000 years before the war between Humans and Orcs (After the Sundering)

Location: Kalimdor, Mt Hyjal

Subject: Tyrande Whisperwind, Malfurion Stormrage.

Summary: After the Burning Legion nearly succeeded in invading Azeroth much of the night elf infrastructure and culture was destroyed. What remained however were the exceptional individuals who would be known as the Heroes of the war. Tyrande was among those heroes and as such was elevated to the rank of High Priestess of Elune and leader of the Night Elves. It would be her task to help rebuild their society.

Malfurion Stormrage was given the rank of Arch-Druid and also tasked with training other Night Elves in the art of Druidism. Both himself and Tyrande became Husband and Wife yet due to the nature of his status, Malfurion agreed to enter a state of hibernation along with his fellow druids to walk the mystical paths of the Emerald Dream. It is this agreement which in effect left Tyrande to lead their people alone for 10000 years.

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Tyrande Whisperwind

Tyrande paced around the base of Nordrassil impatiently. Her long blue hair streaming behind her as she passed between pale beams of soft moonlight filtering through the canopy of the massive tree. Malfurion had been in conference with the Aspects for two days and she'd had word from one of the Druids that he was expected to return to her with a decision within the hour.

Tyrande had known that this day would come for well over a decade. When the Aspects had created Nordrassil from an acorn of G'Hanir in ground tainted by the Well of Eternity, Tyrande knew that a time would come where her people would need to make more sacrifices. The World Tree had grown significantly from such small beginnings; it now towered over the trees that surrounded it and it had a large canopy that cast the clearing around it into shadow for most of the day. Being so close to the Tree, Tyrande could feel the life and energy radiating from it. Her people were told that the tree would help to restore their immortality; and only now, decades after planting the acorn, they had learnt of the cost.

Ysera, the Dragon Aspect who was the protector of the Emerald Dream, had claimed that she needed assistance to protect Nordrassil from within her green hued realm. The Kaldorei, so far, were doing a good job of protecting a tree in their own realm, but they all knew that if it faltered in the Emerald Dream it would put a swift end to their hopes of being immortal once more. As such, Ysera and Cenarius had been training the Druids to enter the Emerald Dream without their assistance. Finally, that training had come to a head, Malfurion and his brothers finally able to enter the essence of nature unaided.

Now Ysera had asked for more. Having Malfurion and his Druids entering the Dream from time to time was, apparently, not enough. She and the other Aspects had asked that a contingency of Druids remain in the Dream for extended periods, if not indefinitely, to protect the Tree and their people.

The time that had passed since the Sundering had been bittersweet for Tyrande and their people. They had rid themselves of Azshara, corrupt Highbornes, and the bult of the Burning Legion to be sure, but it had cost them most of their population and culture. Tyrande had been picked by Elune herself to help her people rebuild and she had done so at her side. Despite finding consummate love with Malfurion Stormrage, the knowledge that she had almost entirely lost Illidan Stormrage tainted her happiness. Despite this, Tyrande and Malfurion continued on, marrying and then raising their culture from the ground as carefully as they would raise children.

Tyrande heard some leaf litter crunching and turned to see Malfurion entering the clearing. Her heart skipped a beat and froze on the spot, barely able to contain the urge to run to him. His long, wild green hair made it easy for him to blend into the forest around, and Tyrande was certain that others would have been less likely to see or hear him. However, she had become attuned to his presence over the centuries that they had known each other, and she was waiting for him.

 
Malfurion Stormrage

Malfurion stood in the center of the grand congregation of the Dragon Aspects. Their mighty forms towered over him and the aura of power they emitted encompassed an area even greater.

As Archdruid of the Cenarian Circle it is your duty to lead your fellow pupils into the dream to protect that which matters the most, The Burning Legion must never be allowed into our realm again for their destructive nature would rip Azeroth asunder. You know this, yet you query our decision Malfurion The immensely powerful Ysera spoke into his mind, her feminine voice spoke in sleepy undertones and her eyes remained closed as a testment to her name 'The Dreamer'. It was her power alone that infused Nordrassil giving he and his druids the power to enter the realm of the Emerald Dream.

"I do not question your wisdom or council. I am merely asking for an alternative to spending such a sizable portion of our lives within the Emerald Dream. Many of us have families and loved ones we are reluctant to leave behind." Malfurion pleaded.

There is no other way Malfurion, we understand your plight. You must understand that sacrifices must always be made for the greater good. To protect your families and loved ones you and your brethren must defend that which matters the most. Do you not agree?
She reiterated.

Malfurion felt a pang of guilt flow through him. Fate it seemed was cruel, their people suffered greatly at the hands of the Legion and now when their civilisation had finally began to rebuild itself back to its former glory they were asked to sacrifice more. Malfurion was devoted to the cause deeply, he had spent a great deal of time training his fellow Night Elves in the art of druidsm. He knew that the day would come when they would be called upon to finalise their service to the greater good, yet the thought of not seeing his love for such a great length of time saddened him deeply. Tyrande, his wife was the only thing he cherished more than his people and the land of Azeroth. He felt it selfish of him to think such things but he knew his heart would mourn deeply without her continued presence.

"I do agree, Thank You for granting me this audience. My fellow druids and I will cross into the Emerald Dream in one days time." Malfurion resigned.

All of the Aspects bowed their heads low in response. He felt the warm soothing energy flow around his body as they transported him back to the base of Nordrassil. Malfurion spied Tyrande in the distance and made his way over to her slowly. He loathed to tell her that he was unable to convince the Aspects to change their mind but the sight of her approaching him so happily swept away all of his negative feelings. Her long flowing hair and glowing skin presented her as a prefect representation of the Goddess she had devoted her life to.

He pulled her into a strong embrace when she arrived and placed a light kiss on her soft moist lips.

"I'm so sorry my love, I could not garner an alternative, Ysera was very clear on the matter. The other druids and I must enter the Emerald Dream tomorrow night to protect the tree from within her realm." he explained sadly.
 
Tyrande Whisperwind

The words hit Tyrande as hard as a tidal wave, despite the fact that Malfurion's kiss was softer than a feather mattress. She had clung to the hope that Ysera and the Aspects would take pity on them; a people that had already taken so much. But they hadn't... and they had decided that they needed the Druids so soon.

"Tomorrow night?" The words took all the breath with them as they left Tyrande's lips.

Malfurion couldn't leave her! She needed him as certainly as she needed the loving light of Elune. The only reason their culture had survived as it did was because of both her's and Malfurion's efforts. They were partners in all that they did, and their love for each other is what drove them to rebuild a group of homeless wanderers into the start of a strong civilisation. The Aspects knew this, and they knew that the Druids held other roles in their lives that kept the hopes of their people alive.
 
Malfurion Stormrage

Malfurion's heart sank again as he watched the myriad of emotions plastered across Tyrande's face. The devastating news was an emotional blow that she was not prepared for. Malfurion took her hands in his looking into her eyes deeply. The sparkle of her luminous orbs stared back with a deep longing that pulled at his heart painfully.

"My heart yearns to stay my love, if not for the looming possibility of the Legions return. I would never leave your side." Malfurion exclaimed. He used one of his hands to lightly stroke a stray hair from the front of her face.

"My love for you equals my love for this land." he spoke and gestured with his hand toward the surroundings.

"To lose this would be like loosing you and I cannot and shall not falter in face of my duties. I pray that you will forgive me my love." he pleaded.
 
Tyrande Whisperwind

"Malfurion, I-" Tyrande begun passionately before biting her tongue. Her right hand reached out, longing to touch Malfurion's beaded cheek, but she pulled it back quickly and turned away from him, looking at the thick bark of Nordrassil.

Illidan would have found a way. The bitter through snaked through her mind before she could stop it. Tyrande's hands clenched into fists and she fought to shake that thought from her mind; it wasn't helpful and it was something she knew she would regret feeling once her anger subsided.

"I can't do this without you." Tyrande's words quavered as she spoke them, her throat constricting uncomfortably. "Malfurion, you have been my everything. You have been my strength, my companion, my sense when I had none and my hope when all else was bleak." She turned back to him now, a sheen of tears welling in her eyes as she looked at him. The full glory of Elune was behind him, the Goddess's rays shining and making his silhouette stand out amongst the low light of the forest beyond.

"I need you." Her words were barely louder than a heartbeat, but a cool rush of air picked them up, spinning them around and carrying them to Malfurion on a torrent of wind that was symbolic of the emotions warring through Tyrande.
 
Malfurion Stormrage

The strain that weighed heavily on Malfurion's chest increased tenfold. The tear that gradually drifted from her moon lit eyes down the soft skin of her cheek sent a wave of sorrow throughout his body threatening to overwhelm him. His heart called to her.

Stay


Although she was a Priestess of the Moon Malfurion could see that nature itself humbled in her presence. With his acute attunement to the land of Azeroth Malfurion could feel the land mirroring his own desire for her presence. The ground moulded to her step, the trees swayed toward her and even the simplest of creatures longed to be near her. It was with this knowledge that he knew he could not falter in his duties, the very essence of the land itself was interconnected to both of them, it needed to be nurtured and guided from both fronts. If the Emerald dream were to fall into darkness then so would the world around them.

Malfurion brushed the tear from her eye then pulled her into a strong embrace delivering all his love through their connection.

"We need to be strong Tyrande, not for ourselves but for the land and for our people. Every fibre of my being longs to be with you but I fear that if we shirk our responsibilities, all that we have worked for in recent times will all be for naught. Be strong my love, for your strength fuels mine and even though we are separated physically our souls will always remain as one." Malfurion told her wholeheartedly, to iterate his point he moved his hand gently to the side of her face and drew her into the deep loving kiss.
 
Tyrande Whisperwind


Malfurion's words spoke of one truth while his kiss spoke of a different one. Tyrande knew that he wanted to be with her just as much as she wanted to be with him, even though his words were all about duty and responsibilities. After all they had been through, after everything they'd sacrificed, the knowledge that they would now be forced to give up each other was bitter indeed. Tyrande pulled her lips away from Malfurion's and she looked into her eyes, passion and anger intertwining within her.

"If we only have one night I refuse to spend it talking about duty." Tyrande said, her voice harsher than she intended. She put her hands on Malfurion's and pushed against him so that his back slammed into Nordrassil. "Tonight, my only responsibility is to my husband."

Tyrande pressed her entire body against Malfurion's and their lips collided. Her kiss was hot and desperate, filled with rage and lust in equal proportions. She brought her hands up to tangle in his wild green hair as she lifted her leg, sliding it up along his until it was resting on his hip.
 
Malfurion Stormrage

Her abrupt change in mood shocked Malfurion slightly. It took him a few minutes to gather his senses as he forced his body against the great tree in an assault of furious passion. All the woe's of separation gradually vanished as he focused on the feel of her warm moist lips against his own and the luscious curves of her body.

His hands roamed over the back half of her body caressing the smooth skin not covered by her armor. He could feel the heated lust boiling of her skin and allowed himself to drown in the inferno of her passion.
 
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Tyrande Whisperwind

Malfurion's hands on her bare skin fuelled Tyrande's passion. Her kisses became harder and her fingers raced to the laces of his leather armour and she worked fervently to remove it. Her next project was his breeches. For some reason every little barrier seemed to frustrate Tyrande more. She let out an instinctual growl as she fell to her knees before Malfurion, pulling breeches down as she went.

Her eyes were level with Malfurion's staff, and it was thick, hard and as ready as she had ever seen it. She shot him a wild look before she engulfed his length in her mouth. Tyrande's hands roamed all over Malfurion's exposed legs, behind and stomach as she worked, sucking him desperately as her tongue swirled over him expertly. Her anger at their fate combined with her primal desire for him and the world swirled away, morphing into a vacuum where nothing existed but she and Malfurion. There were no feelings catered for other than passion, anger, and pleasure of the highest order.

When Malfurion's eager manhood leaked some seed into her mouth Tyrande moaned, and brought one hand away from his stomach to grasp the base of him, complementing each suck with a firm stroke.
 
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Malfurion Stormrage

Malfurion barely registered the removal of his simple leather clothing. Tyrande had seemingly placed him under a spell removing all sense and logic from his mind. His member literally sprung from his breeches as she removed the offending clothing. It seemed their concupiscent kiss from before had built upon his arousal to a point where his member was already at full mast.

Malfurion closed his eyes in pure bliss and she expertly engulfed his raging manhood, her practiced mouth drew upon an immense pleasure even the Aspects would fail to match. The only form of response he managed was a strained cry as his hands tangled themselves in her long silky hair.

"By Cenarias." he exclaimed breathlessly. As his climax neared Malfurion informed Tyrande with a gentle push against her chin, he hoped she would give him enough reprieve to at least return the favour.
 
Tyrande Whisperwind

If the increasing bursts of Malfurion's seed weren't enough to stall Tyrande's attentions, his gently push was. She pulled away from him, panting heavily, and looked up into his soulful eyes. She reached up and grabbed his arms, then pulled him down so that he was seated on the ground with his back against he base of the tree.

Tyrande realised that her own body was inappropriately dressed for their interaction, so she set about rectifying the situation. Her treasured armour was tossed carelessly into a pile as she removed it quickly, thinking of nothing other than the feel of her skin pressed against Malfurion's. When she had finally rid herself of the last barrior Tyrande tossed her long hair over her shoulder and climbed on top of Malfurion, her legs straddling his waist.

As she settled herself down on him, Malfurion's hot manhood pressed tantalizingly against her already wet mound. She leant forward, pressing her aching breasts against the carved muscles of his chest. Her hands cupped his cheeks as she begun to kiss him, before they traced a slow trail down his neck, over his shoulders, and down his arms. When her hands reached his she grasped them and moved them above his head, pinioning them in place as her hips began to grind against his.

Tyrande broke their kiss and moaned at the feeling of his hot tip pressed against her throbbing pearl. She covered his face with small kisses before nipping his ear lobe with her teeth and tugging it gently.

"You have no idea how much I need you." She told him, her silky voice rumbling with desire.

Despite the all consuming desperation she felt to have him inside of her, she held off, knowing that their coupling would be all the sweeter for her hesitation. Instead, she allowed her mind to be carried down a blissful path of pleasure as her hips rolled and gyrated against his.
 
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Thankfully Tyrande caught his hint and released him before he reached his climax. With lust filled movements she forced him onto the ground seating him against the Great Tree. His power of nature gave him the ability to adjust his surrounds to suit and so instead of sitting against the cold hard and uncomfortable ground, he stirred the magic from around him to shape the land to his body and heat the surrounding area.

Tyrande poised herself over him teasing him incessantly, she touched his tip barely at her entrance and with careful grace she moved about him whilst toying with his sensitive ears. The effect caused him to involuntarily shift his pelvis upward in an attempt to penetrate her warm inviting center. With his hands imprisoned by her own above his head she resisted, keeping his body down whilst lifting herself away. Malfurion was slightly confused by her motives especially when she professed her desire for their complete coupling.

He tried again moments later and she repeated the same action. Never before had he been this frustrated, apart of him suspected she was teaching him a lesson but in his sex-addled state he failed to grasp onto it. It was this contravention that fueled his next act.

Malfurion used his power over nature to carry out his will, small vines from the undergrowth slithered out toward Tyrande and his own position. He guided one set to entangled themselves around Tyrande's wrists and his own and another pair he sent to wrap around their ankles. The effect of his work meant that they were both locked in this position together, neither one able to move.

Tyrande seemed so focused on denying him entry that she failed to notice the presence of invaders until it was too late. Before she could regain her composure Malfurion quickly sent more vines around her body to aid in his cause. Two of them latched on to her pert breasts and began to massage the soft flesh, another coiled its way around her waist before diving in front and between her legs to tickle her love button. The final vine slowly creapt its way between her legs from behind and coated itself handsomely in the copious amount of womanly juices leaking from the slit of her womanhood. It's final task was to seat itself firmly between her buttchecks and slowly penetrate her rear entry point.
 
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