Chronicles of Lazdormu(IC closed for Sinister Spiders)

[SinisterSpiders]

Maiev Shadowsong

Maiev didn't need to see Illidan to know where he was. His presence called to her, signaling his chosen path and leading her to him. As she twisted and turned through the deepening labyrinth she felt her body tiring. She wasn't sure what it was about this land that wore her out so, but she knew she was feeling ill for it. She would be glad when the Betrayer was subdued and back in his cell. She was glad that it wasn't her job to kill him; that would be too easy a punishment. She had seen his torment, alone, in his cell for ten thousand years. She knew that he had suffered for it, and after the merry chase he has led it would give her great satisfaction to return him to his prison.

Maiev's breath was coming in rough rattling puffs when she came across two shining blades placed at the side of the glowing caves. She stopped, suddenly suspicious as she looked at the legendary blades. There was no sign of the Betrayer in this cave or the tunnels that led from it; in fact she sensed him much further away than she had expected. She had been lost in thought as she ran, and she had also lost her pace.

A quick moment of concentration revealed that there were no traps in the area to be wary of, so she stepped closer to the blades. When she bent down to retrieve one she fell to her knees, too exhausted to remain standing. She gathered her remaining energy and wrapped her hands around the hilts of one of the double edged weapons and then stood. Or she would have stood if she could. She found that both her hand and the blades were too heavy to lift. She growled in annoyance. Another trick from the Betrayer?

When she tried to lift again Maiev felt something odd; her fingers were fine. They weren't feeling the strain of exhaustion, neither were her hands or any of her limbs. She had, without introspection or self awareness, thought that it was her own body resisting her. Instead, as she tried once more to lift the weapons, it was the gauntlets themselves. So there was some other sort of trickery at work her; touching the weapons had meant that she would lose her gauntlets.

"Very well Betrayer," Maiev growled under her breath as she labored to remove her gauntlets, "I will capture you with my hands and teeth bared."

Leaving her gauntlets near the blades Azzinoth, she vowed to cone back for them and the weapons. Then once more she was stumped; her attempt to stand were severely hindered. She shifted her limbs and tensed and relaxed her muscles. Once more it felt like an external force.

Maiev could sense Illidan moving further and further away with every second she wasted. Soon she was worried that the labyrinthine passages of the cave network would confuse her tracking sense. She could not waste another moment. It was with that resolve and the knowledge that Illidan was without his blades, that she begun to shed her armor as she followed him. Each step became lighter, each piece of armor she dropped allowed her to feel more free.

She was steadily gaining on him. With his demonically increased sides and bat-like wings the tunnels would present him with a challenge. They were quickly becoming narrower. She grinned as she thought of the trail of metal that she had left behind; at least her sentinels would be able to find her with ease.

Unfortunately, as the tunnels wore on, she found that the adrenalin coursing through her veins was not enough to compensate for the strange magnetic pull of her surroundings. It was with a mixture of regret and recklessness that she cast her helmet aside, her breastplate coming off as she approached the opening of a large cave. When they were gone she felt lighter than she ever had before, and as she stepped through the cave entrance her spirit only continued to soar.

The cave was huge. From the roof hung oddly green tinted crystal stalactites. The walls were illuminated brightly with the same light that peppered the walls of the rest of the tunnel. A large plume of smoke was rising from an inky black pool to the far end of the cave that disappeared out of a nearby tunnel. The smell of sulphur was almost overwhelming, but Maiev had never breathed easier.

"This is where it ends Betrayer!" Maiev called out across the distance. The hulking beast was standing at the far end of the cave, his blindfold covered face to her and a maniacal grin on his face. "Now, you will submit!"

Maiev raised her umbra crescent and let loose a chilling battle cry. She attempted to blink into position behind her foe, but gasped and stumbled as her body was thrown roughly back into herself. She tried again, knowing that she had lost the element of surprise, but found that she couldn't draw upon her magic.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Illidan Stormrage

Illidan halted his progress upon reaching the opening in the cavern. With his enhanced senses he could picture his surroundings with perfect accuracy, unfortunately his magic was still nullified and without that advantage he would have to get his hands dirty. Very dirty.

When Maiev arrived Illidan was taken aback by her appearance. In ten thousand years since she'd become his jailor he'd never once seen her out of her armour. For several thousand years he'd even entertained different ideas about her appearance until all the heavy plate mail. Was she hideously ugly? Grotesquely disfigured or maybe she was really a man wearing feminine armour.

He was wrong.

With his demonic sight he was afforded much more than any other kind of vision and what he was rewarded with was much more. Clad in only her under clothes nothing could hide the perfect curves and smooth delectable skin. She was certainly female and judging by her stance and the tone in her voice she was angry.

Good.

She attempted to use her magic and failed; it seemed that they were on even footing, or were they? He gave her a deep rumbling laugh before replying.

"Having trouble little Warden? Don't worry it will all be over soon, I promise."

Illidan leapt toward her, with a quick beat of his wings he was able to close the distance with ease. He drew his arm back, claws extended ready to strike. In her shock she almost remained stationary for too long but at the last second she dodged to the side and he only managed to cut the side of her arm, slightly ripping her clothing.

When he turned to strike again she leapt back with unexpected speed and agility. She recovered very quickly but he still managed to draw blood; it also seemed that her simple unclothing was already losing integrity. In truth he was glad she hadn't gone down so quickly, it had been a while since he'd had a good duel.

"And now the games begin." He taunted.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Maiev Shadowsong

Maiev's arm stung from where Illidan had sliced it open, but she growled at him under her breath and continued the fight. It was nothing more than a scratch, and she had received far worse before.

"I don't play!" Maiev cried as she turned her body to face the hulking male. She raised her weapon and then let loose a flurry of blows, Illidan narrowly dodging each one. The strange pull that had led her to remove her armor was weighing down on her weapon also, but as she was used to wielding it whilst dressed in full plate she was able to continue to use it.

Despite her best efforts, Illidan was strong. Maiev was not yet ready to concede defeat. Instead she decided to fight smarter, as she was already fighting as hard as she could. So, instead of focusing on wearing him down she tried to work out ways to trick him into faltering. She subtly drew him over to the cave wall. She feigned tiredness and slowed her movements, hoping that he would underestimate her speed. By the time he was in position he was continuin his mixed ground and aerial assault. She dodged one of his attacks, purposefully late, and received a superficial blow across her stomach that drew blood and sliced through cloth, but would heal quickly. Then, she was all set. On his next charge she waited until the next moment to jump aside. He went slamming into the wall behind her.

Illidan recovered quickly, but she manage swipe her weapon across wings as she did so, tearing into the membranous surface and preparing herself for another attack from him.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Illidan Stormrage

Illidan cried out in pain and anger as he felt the blade cut cleaning through the tip of his wing. With his demonic empowerment he knew it would heal quickly but the knowledge didn't dull the pain at all. In truth he hadn't counted on her being able to use her weapon, even his enhanced strength made carrying his dual blades near impossible.

Illidan took a moment to better analyse his opponent before striking again. From the outset she looked ready to go several more rounds with him but on closer inspection he could sense her muscles straining against the extra weight.

This time Illidan took the time in calculating his strikes he spent more time circling and dodging, waiting for the moment to show. He needed her to think she had the upper hand and so he even allowed her to graze his chest, waist and legs. The green hue of fel magic made his blood glow ominously as it began to soak the remainder of his leather pants; pants that were now in tatters.

It wasn't long before she over extended and threw off her own balance, Illidan didn't waste any time using a downward single handed strike on her arm. It wasn't forceful as he was aiming more for accuracy than damage, patience and planning paid off. Her glave was sent unceremoniously skittering into the cave wall back rebounded back out the entrance they entered from.

Unperturbed by his maneuver Maiev engaged him in hand to hand combat. So surprising was her speed and agility that Illidan found himself on the defensive. For all practical purposes he had the size and strength advantage but that didn't stop Maiev from landing a well placed kick in the solar plexus. Maiev was punishing him again for misjudging her speed and power, a fact he was becoming more and more aware of. Deciding that he needed a new tactic Illidan remained on the defensive, the less he tried to strike the more confident she became and when she got close.

He had her.

Illidan grasped her wrist after her next punch and whirled her around until her momentum brought her toward his chest. With his other hand he blocked her counter strike and pulled both wrists behind her back. With a slight twist and pressure he caused her enough discomfort to fall to her knees and allow him the advantage of his weight on her back. Not wanting to lose his prey Illidan encapsulated her in his wings and brought mouth right next to her ear.

He took a brief moment to inhale her scent.

"It is you who is not prepared." Illidan teased her with a deep husky voice.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Maiev Shadowsong

Maeiv struggled against Illidan's iron grip and failed. His words were hot in her ear and her stomach churned at the strange huskiness in his tone. Her chest was heaving with the intensity of their fight, and everything except for her head was caught in the cage of his body.

Maiev turned her head so that she was facing him, her lips a hairbreadth from her his cheek. His natural musky scent seemed to blend into the sulphur smell of the cave almost completely; the two smells complementing each other in their darkness and danger.


"And what would you have me prepare for?" She panted, adding a hint of rawness to her own tone. She relaxed her body against him and shifted her hips against his almost bare legs suggestively. The next moment his guard had dropped enough for her to bite his jawbone, just beneath his ear.

With an awful howl Illidan pushed Maeiv away, his claws catching her padded cloth tabard and tearing it to shreds as she was flung into the wall. The breath was knocked out of her and her world swam as she felt the air of the cave playing through the fabric of a top that was barely there anymore.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Illidan Stormrage

Illidan growled angrily as he felt her teeth sink into his jaw. It was barely enough to break skin but more than enough to raise his ire another notch. After thrusting her away he prepared himself to charge into her at full speed, he knew his push had enough force to stun her and he was ready to finish the job.

Unfortunately his senses got the better of him. Her top clothing had been torn off by his claws and lay in tatters on the cave floor. He was rewarded with her naked perky breasts heaving in gasps as she tried to regain her breath. Illidan felt the burning anger transforming into something else, something he hadn't felt in a long time. The blood in his loins surged and he felt an deniable twitch in the tightness of his pants.

So be it.

It seems he was going to play with his toy before disposing of it. Illidan moved toward her quickly, instead of taking her moment of weakness to end her life he slashed away at the lower half of her clothing, the flimsy material ripped with a satisfying tear and he stepped back to enjoy the fruits of his labour. Her top half had completely fallen away now and the left side of her leg was now bare. Maiev recovered and resumed her assault, Illidan was ready now. He'd fought with her long enough to know her technique and he now that his goal was different he found it easy to pick the right time to lash out. With another carefully time slash he was rewarded with another scrap of her clothing, now her right leg was uncovered.

Though he couldn't see the nightelven purple he knew her skin would be, his demon senses gave him more than enough to see the silky smoothness of her bare muscular thighs and bouncing breasts. More than enough to see the her nipples slightly erect in the cool damp air of the cave.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Maiev Shadowsong

It wasn't until her padded undershirt had been shashed off that Maiev had caught Illidan's attention. He was no longer able to see out of his blindfolded eyes, but that didn't stop his head from moving. It was angled towards her now, across the space between then, and she knew that if he had working eyes exposed that they would be focused on her sweat-glittered breasts as they heaved in exertion. Her blood ran cold in her veins as her own eyes traveled further down that beastly body of his and saw something that made her brows raise. There, beneath the aged fabric of his breeches, was straining an erection of demonic proportions.

The lopsided grin on his face was illuminated by the eerie light of the caves. She watched as his own heavily sculpted chest rose and fell, but she wasn't entirely sure if it was for the same reason that hers was.

The thought of his attention simultaneously thrilled and repulsed her. She had been the warden of his prison for ten thousand years, he the scum that he was and betrayer of her people, and she had always been sure to maintain an ethical emotional distance from him. Now though, with his claws and muscles, and her without her weapon, she knew that she might possibly lose this fight if reinforcements didn't arrive. If it wasn't for that bitch Tyrande she wouldn't be in this situation.

Maiev slowly circled the demon as she considered her options. Logic and instinct were telling her to go with the option that her own nether regions were rebelliously clamouring for. In all of her time as a Warden, Maiev had taken her job with the utmost seriousness and devotion. She allowed nothing to get in the way of her role, unlike the ever impetuous Tyrande. Not even her own bodily urges. For over ten thousand years she had gone without sexual satisfaction, and she realized that Illidan would be in the same situation.

There had been rumors spread throughout the ranks of her people; rumours that Tyrande had freed Illidan out of love as well as perceived need. It was something that had always been whispered behind hands and laughed at in the wee hours of drunken mornings. It was something that she had even refused to believe, until now.

Perhaps playing along with Illidan's lustful game would work to her advantage. She would lull him into a false sense of security with her body and then take him down once and for all, and at the same time she would show Tyrande that she was one person she shouldn't have messed with.

With a loud cry of anger, Maiev charged for Illidan at full speed. When she was a few steps away she launched herself to the left and just to his side. As she went she dug her hands into the tear in his wing and used it to turn his body to her. She kicked out with her right leg and her foot connected with his side, but she also exposed the entire length of her right side to him, offering him the chance to slash through more of her clothes.

He thought he was smarter than her, and she knew she would have to let him believe it.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Illidan Stormrage

Illidan gritted his teeth in pain as Maiev used his wing as a pivot point. The pain was worth it since she gave him a clear shot at another piece of her failing garment.

With another light slash he tore away another large piece leaving only a small piece of fabric covering the last of her modesty. Illidan took another moment to observe her long slender legs before spinning around and using his wings to knock her off balance. With her off balance he was easily able to press the attack and force her to the ground; this time she was on her back.

He grappled each of her arms and pinned them above her head whilst keeping his weight on her body, with careful positioning he also managed to press his groin against hers completely aware she would feel the hardness of his manhood straining against her. Before she could manage any response he brought his head down to her neck and pieced the flesh of her neck with his fangs.

The warmth of her blood pooled into his mouth, Illidan would be lying if he didn't enjoy the taste, his new demonic form came with other tastes and desires. The would wasn't deep enough to bleed her out but certainly enough for him to draw in a few gulps. His attack had the added benefit of draining her strength and he could already feel her struggle lessening. When he was satisfied with the sample he pulled back again.

"Just returning the favour. Little warden." he sneered.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Maiev Shadowsong

Maiev felt the brush of Illidan's talons as they once more tore at her clothing. He could have injured her, but she had been right about his goal. Her satisfaction at being right was short lived though, because in the next instant he used her wings to send her skittering to the ground.

With a loud oof Maiev slid across the packed dirt and stone ground, her back ripping open as the rocks dug in. She groaned as she felt Illidan's weight crash down upon her, his knees digging in between her legs and forcing them wide open. She could feel the length of his erection pressed against her and her entire body felt as if it had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

Maiev tried to struggle against him, but even with all of her strength he was simply too much. Nor could she do anything to shift away from his member. The traitorous thought that she actually wanted him played through her mind and she quickly shut it away. She couldn't want him, it wasn't possible.

"GET OFF ME!" Maiev growled, her anger cut sort as she felt a pair of teeth sink into her neck.

She felt some of her life force draining out of those punctures as Illidan consumed her blood. Initially it was painful, but after a moment it relaxed her enough that she was able to enjoy the feeling of him pressed against her. Her mind was temporarily fogged by the demon, but when he pulled away she managed to shake some of that feeling off.

With a grunt of anger Maiev thrust her hips up against his throbbing shaft.

"Was Tyrande not good enough to satisfy you before she abandoned you for your brother... Again?" Maiev's voice was a sly whisper as she struggled to free her hands from his pinioning grip.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Illidan Stormrage

Illidan cried out in rage at Maiev.

"How dare you! I could rip you apart piece by piece!" As to affirm his stance Illidan gripped her arms even tighter; only a little more pleasure and her bones would snap.

Something in her body movements held him back. She wasn't whimpering in fear or even shaking pain, she was calm and controlled. She wanted him to lose control, to make the mistake on ending her too early, but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction. He would end her on his terms and not before having his fill of her.

"Before this night is over, you will be begging for me to finish you!" He warned. Keeping a firm grip on her Illidan bent over again and placed his mouth over her right breast, her nipple was already partly erect when his lips captured the bud of flesh and with a few small strokes of his tongue it was already growing in size. Now that her blood was flowing freely into the desired location Illidan pierced the skin around her nipple with his fangs. He drunk deeply; taking more time to enjoy her life blood.

Unlike a Dreadlord it wasn't a primary source of sustenance for him but it was still an invigorating experience, the adrenaline in her blood was sweet and urged him to continue. Illidan switched to her left breast for another feed, the ecstasy of draining reignited his lust and he found himself grinding his staff against her in time with each swallow.

Illidan nearly lost himself in the moment and almost didn't catch her muscles loosening even further. He didn't want her unconscious or dead yet, only a little more placid. He'd already experience how much pain she could cause at her full strength and didn't desire any irreversible damage on himself. In truth he was finding her feisty nature even more of a turn on, she fought tooth and nail against him and he still like the vixen buried beneath.

Illidan took one more gulp and then pulled back with a grunt of satisfaction. With his demonic sense he could sense she was definitely weaker than before but how much he couldn't tell. To test his theory Illidan decided to let her go and remove the final barrier of clothing on her body, with lightning quick speed he tore away from remained and then grasped her knees to force her legs apart even more.

He then dove downward and bite down on her inner thigh taking a few more gulps before diving into her mound. The light tuft of hair above her nether lips tickled his nose but he wasn't deterred. Illidan licked, nipped and grinding her pussy with the fervor of a starving man drinking in every delicious fluid she had to offer to him.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Maiev Shadowsong

Maiev struggled and grunted beneath the intimidating weight of Illidan as his teeth explored her body. He had been furious at her taunt, and it had been enough to stave the pain from the first bite of her nipple.

Once more the pain had been only in the initial stage. After the first drag of her blood she found that her body relaxed under him. It became harder to fight, but she did. Each subsequent draw made it marginally more difficult. It also set of some of or primal arousal within her. His hips bucked against her and she had to restrain the moans as she held her hips firmly in place. When he moved over to her other nipples her hands were straining against his grasp, though she wasn't sure if it was because she wanted to push him away or hold him to her. She looked down at his horned head and watched as his lips were latched on to her nipples and a thrill of seedy exhilaration ran through her. Ten thousand years, and her body was fresh clay in his hands.

Now Maiev's grunts of protests were strangled, convoluted. They had morphed into something part way between anger and desire, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. When Illidan released her breasts she was able to take a deep breath, but before long his head had dived lower, his grip on her hands loosening. When she pushed against his restraint she realised that he had weakened her; drinking her blood had made her lose her strength, and it had also made her wish to remain under his painful ministrations. The latter thought was magnified when his hot face was pressing against her mound as his teeth sunk into her thighs. She cried out and her body tensed at the first touch, but soon it was a direct path to her core; the blood throbbing out of her in time with her pulsing desire. Then, she wanted him back against her. Though she also wanted to pay him back for the liberties he was taken. She was no toy to be played with as she wished; she was strong and powoerful, and she would show him who was boss.

But first, she would allow him to think he had won.

It was under this pretense that Maeiv stopped struggling when his lips made contact with the folds of her womanhood. His tongue flashed out and danced against her skin, and her hips bucked against his face. He'd let go of her hands in the process and they had instinctively flown down to tangle in his long sweat-soaked hair.He wasn't only using his mouth to pleasure her, but to consume her. She ground up against him like a bitch in heat, wanting to fuck his face as surely as he would fuck her if given the change.

"By Elune!" Maiev groaned as her pleasure reached a higher plane. Her hands wrapped around the base of Illidan's horns and held him tight against her, his hands pressing her hips in place.

It was then that Maiev struck. With a growl and a buck of her hips, she wrapped her legs around Illidan's head and then flipped them over. Now he was on his back, his win pinned beneath her knees as she had her womanhood over his face. She reached back and held his hands against his chest, then began to ride his face, taking control of her pleasure and using him as he had used her.

"It will take more than that to weaken me Betrayer!" Maiev cried the grinding of her hips became almost violent. Her fingers pinched at the skin of his wrists as she held him back.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Illidan Stormrage

Illidan was so distracted by her taste and feel that he barely even noticed her hands and what they were doing. Her moans, her hips; all of it in time with the expertise of his tongue. He didn't expect to be given such free liberty to enjoy her body, while his tongue danced along her clit and navigated the length of her slit he felt the subtle strain of his member against the tightness of his pants. It screamed for released but Illidan wanted more time to enjoy the succulent nectar filling his mouth and teasing his taste buds. Though he knew his current actions bordered on forced sexual activity, he wanted her well prepared before he made his final plunge.

All the thoughts racing around in his meant that he was completely unprepared for Maiev's quick little maneuver. His new position wasn't entirely undesirable, he was still freely devouring her nether region only this time she had more control. Illidan couldn't decide whether he enjoyed her assertiveness or not. He was certain that she was trying to emasculate him but a part of him was enjoying it, from what he could tell from down below so was she. After a few minutes Illidan's could no longer wait, his cock needed attention.

It needed her.

Illidan gripped her thighs and threw her off him he rolled over and in a fluid motion got back to his feet again. He took the torn fabric of his pants and use the leverage to tear his own pants off. His rod stood to full attention and aimed itself directly at Maiev, Illidan always considered himself reasonably endowed but since his transformation his whole body including his member became enlarged.

She would find it more than a match.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Maiev Shadowsong

Maiev sprung to her feet after Illidan threw her off, sweat soaked and panting, as she watched him tear off his pants. She bit her lip against an involuntary whimper that arose due to the sight of his engorged staff. For the first time in this battle she was truly intimidated. She had never been the one to play the field, and thus her sexual experience was limited. That said, she had no doubt that his was of truly impressive size. As she entertained the thought of him plunging it into her entirely she doubted that it would actually for, or at least it would be terribly painful .

Maiev shook her head, silently admonishing herself, before preparing herself for another charge. With a feral cry inspired by lust, rage and years of loathing, she threw herself forward, hurtling at her nemesis with a blinding speed that was add odds with the weariness in her drained body.

As she neared him she prepared her arms to charge, but then changed her mind at the last minute. Instead of driving her shoulder into his gut she slid beneath his parted legs, the top of her ponytail scraping his perineum as she went under. The instant she passed his body she sprung to her feet, turned, and leapt onto his back. Her cheek was pressed against the juncture between his wings as her legs wrapped around his and her arms grasped him for balance. Her right hand wrapped around the base of his imposing member, fingers strangling his cock, as het left hand took hold of his balls and squeezed them without mercy.

"You may have weakened me, but I know your weak spots!" Maiev growled, pumping her hand up and down his shaft as violently as she could. "In all of your time in confinement not once did Tyrande visit you," Maiev panted, the energy it took to maintain her position and rough stroking taking its toll. "And when she fid it was only to use you. Do you like being used, Betrayer?"

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Illidan Stormrage

Normally Illidan would lash out at her for another insult toward Tyrande but she literally had him by the balls. She wasn't gentle either; the force wasn't enough to cause too much harm but enough to get his attention. Oddly enough the pain of her vice grip on his balls was equally matched with her other hand on his shaft, she stroked him with a forcefulness he'd never felt before.

Illidan was ambivalent about the whole situation with one hand she was delivering pleasure whilst the other was causing pain. Either way he needed to stop her. As much as he was enjoying the hard and fast pumping action his release would never come. Illidan bucked wildly around wildly, trying to shake her loose. This effect only tightened her grip and angered him even more, the positioned at which she had latched on to him meant that he couldn't use his wings to push her off; but, he could still fly.

And fly he did.

Illidan performed dangerous stunts within the confined space that even made him dizzy. After a few more loops around the cavern he managed to throw her off, she slammed face first against the cave wall unceremoniously upon loosing her grip. Illidan used the opportunity to sweep in and keep her against the wall. He grasped both her wrists and pushed them together, then with one hand he held them in place above her head. With his other hand free now he wrenched her right leg above her hips and bent it at the knee. With his body weight he pushed forward to keep her in place.

After a quick inspection of his bruised balls he took his length in hand. Luckily for him her little stunt injured more of his pride that anything else. Now that he had her right where he wanted it was time to pay her back. He positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, she was still well lubricated from his earlier ministrations. He pressed his head against the side of her face which forced her head against the rock wall.

"Now you will face my wraith!"

Illidan pushed into her moist womanhood forcefully, she was pleasingly tight but still very accommodating. It only took a few more assertive pumps to fully bury himself within the warmth of her pussy. Each time she whimpered in pain or pleasure; he wasn't sure which and didn't particularly care at this point it urged him to continue. Illidan picked up the pace and made sure that each stroke was fully engulfed every time. Illidan still had one hand free which he happily used to grope each of her breasts, he wasn't gentle with her and pinched each erect nipple with the required force to cause her to cry out in pain. When her breast had received the required attention he moved downward and raked his claws light along her midsection before stopping her her engorged clit. Illidan bit down at the point where her neck met her shoulder at the same time as his fingers stroked and pinched her clit. Illidan timed everything, the inward assault of his cock, the draw of her blood and the stroke of his fingers on her clit.

Though he could tell her the sounds and body language she was experienced discomfort other parts of her body were sending out the opposite signals, her hips ground against his fingers and pressed against his manhood in sync. Her inner muscles tightened whilst adding their own lubrication to the mix. Amongst the sounds of grunts and cries the audible slap of moist flesh against flesh resonated around them. Illidan wasn't done yet either on the next stroke he pulled all the way out and re positioned his staff at her other entrance, without any warning he plundered the even tighter hole, the lubrication made it relatively easy to slip in but it didn't dull the incredible tightness of her rear entrance. Once he manged to fully lose himself inside her again his fingers resumed their position on her clit and his hips resumed their hard and fast rhythm.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Maiev Shadowsong

Maiev was expecting Illidan to try and escape, to run away, to shake her off, but she wasn't expecting him to fly. In one way he only made it worse for him; as they soared towards the roof of the cave she grasped whatever she could to stay with him, and that happened to be the parts she was already holding. As concerned as she was about falling, it took a serious of acrobatic movements through the air for her to lose her grip. She would have held on for longer had he not weakened her, but as they pulled out of a particularly dizzying roll her weakened limbs gave way. She hurtled into the cave wall, face first. Her body jarred from the impact and her ears ringing as pain thrummed through her. She used the wall to stop her from sinking to the ground, but after a moment she cried out as Illidan slammed into her back, pinning her in place and providing no way for her to escape.

After Illidan pinned her with his body, he held her hands in position above her head with one of his own. He shifted about and growled behind Maiev, more to himself than to her, and then grasped her leg and lifted it up without care or consideration for pain or flexibility.and she used the reprieve to try and gather her senses. She just managed to steady her breathing when she felt the tip of his cock pressed up against her exposed womanhood and she gasped at the heat of it. As he said, she did indeed face his wrath. He thrust into her with such fore that it knocked the wind from her lungs, her face scrunching up as he kept it pinned to the wall with his own. She whimpered in a mix of pleasure and pain as he forced every part of that length into her, his thrusts merciless and the pressure against her body equally so.

Eventually Illidan's lips found the join of her neck and shoulder, and his teeth once more sunk into her. At the same time his hand slid between them to pinch at and torture her moist lips. It was such a heady mix of pleasure and pain that Maiev was lost, carried away by a wave of exhausted pleasure as she realized she was losing her energy and will to fight.

That was, at least, until he pulled out and then re-positioned his cock within the space of a thrust. He didn't lose rhythm as he forced his cock into her arse, and this time Maiev cried out in earnest.

Never before had she been violated in such a manner, and here she was; pinned against the wall by her nemesis with him riding her rear entrance as if she were no more than a common whore. It set the rage in her blood to boiling point, and despite the pain and blood lost she found her sense of purpose renewed.

It was never her intention to let him get the better of her. She had meant to dominate him using her body; to have him weak and quivering beneath her so that she could subdue him. He had some surprises that she had not accounted for, and she knew that she certainly was't prepared for what had happened.

But Illidan was becoming lax. His grip on her hands was slipping as he tortured her throbbing clit, his body slipping in the dirt beneath them as he pounded into her in a steady punishing rhythm. Even though it felt as though his cock were splitting her in two she waited. She waited until he was panting against her neck instead of draining her, until his hand lefts hers to squeeze her breasts and painfully twist her nipples. She waited until the space between thrusts where he was unbalanced, and she slammed her folded leg down, her ankle jamming his toes into the ground.

It was so unexpected that he howled with rage and she slid to the ground, darting out between his legs and turning to face his back. She grabbed his wings, conscious of a remnant pain in her rear entrance, and she pulled him away from the wall, flinging his confused body against the ground and jumping onto his stomach with all of her weight. She reached down between them, positioning his cock at the right entrance, and descended upon him, swallowing his length in the right place.

"No wonder Tyrande didn't fuck you," She hissed as she slammed down against him, "you can't even find the right hole!" Tyrande slapped his face several times before she settled back, concentrating all of her efforts on riding him with such fevor that he couldn't and wouldn't do anything to escape.

Seeing the demonically tainted Betrayer beneath her, captured by nothing by her sex, caused a grin of triumph to spread across her lips. The satisfaction propelled her orgasm upwards, claiming her mound, her stomach, her breasts and her mind. She knew that she wouldn't be able to hold him in Thrall for long. Her body was weak; she could not continue for much longer.

Maeiv's hands roamed her body, tweaking her nipples, caressing her neck, tangling in her own hair. Her fingers strayed to the pin that kept her hair intact. That seemingly strong piece of bone. With two fingers she pulled it out of her hair and snapped the tip off.

The knowledge that her victory was close at hand made the pleasure overthrow. AS she cried out she felt his body contract beneath her, his voice rasping from his throat as he struggled to contain the explosion he let loose within her.

"YOU WERE NOT PREPARED!" Maiev cried as her body spasmed around him, milking him. She raised her hands in the air as she cried out, and then flung them down, the snapped bone pin piercing the leathery skin of his chest, the poison hiding within seeping into his body.

Maiev didn't intend to use it, she didn't want Illidan to die. Death would be an easy reward for one such as him. Though she knew her strength was failing and that she might not get another moment as opportune. So, as his body slackened and his rage-filled eyes begun to blur, she felt her own body becoming weak. She rolled off him and onto the dirt beside him just as she heard the pitter patter of feet approaching from the now distant cave entrance. She rolled onto her stomach and got to her feet just as her Sentinals entered. They too had shed their armor, but none were so poorly dressed as her.

"Warden?" One said, voice full of shock.

"I've incapacitated the prisoner. Please secure him so that we can return him to his cell."

Maiev gave them a look that invited no argument, as she slowly walked around the cave to collect her belongings. She was conscious of their eyes as they took in her dirt, blood and sweat stained body. She felt Illidan's seed ooze out of her as she bend over to retrieve the scraps that used to be her clothes. But she didn't care.

She had won.

 

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Illidan Stormrage

Illidan woke with a start, slowly but surely his senses came back to him. The first was pain, it felt as if every bone in his body had been crushed, every muscle ripped from its tendon and his skin set a light. Pushing through he was able to better see his surroundings.

Caged.

A small seemingly humble cage held him captive, appearances were deceiving as he felt the magical dampening field nullifying his abilities, another memory slipped into his mind about a similar feeling and everything slipped back into place.

Maiev.

Some how the wench had managed to break his hold on her. Just when he was about to deliver his seed unto her she managed to turn the tables. Illidan was so surprised by her positioning that he actually allowed her to continue, after all with the warmth of her pussy rocking back and forward on his throbbing cock was literally riding him to climax. As he neared, Illidan began to thrust upward fully intending to unleash the long awaited force deep within. Maiev it seemed had timed her movements well and managed to bring her own climax to fruition at the same time as his. He intended to end her right after the high ended but she beat him too it. Illidan saw in slow motion as what he thought was a simple hair clip slam into his naked body.

After that everything went blank, until now. Maiev played her hand well but she didn't kill him and he would make sure that in future she would pay for it, in more ways than one.

 

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Lazdormu - Entry 10

Time: 26 Years after the war between Humans and Orcs

Location: Outside the ruins of Dalaran(Eastern Kingdoms)

Subject: Lady Vashj, Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider

Summary: Lady Vashj was a former hand maiden of Azshara, queen of the ancient night elf culture. Like her queen Vashj was tempted by the power that was offered by the burning legion, she was transformed into a Naga sea witch and has remained in hiding for over 10,000 years. At the behest of her queen she returns to the surface and allies herself with Illidan the Betrayer, due to unforseen circumstances Illidan is captured and Vashj requires assistance to free him. She tries to recruit Prince Kael'thas Suntrider to help her.

Prince Kael'thas Suntrider was one of the only remaining leaders of the once proud High Elves of Quel'thalas. After Arthas destroyed the Sunwell, he and what remained of his people became sick with magic addiction, the Alliance commander Garithos was cruel and racist toward the elves and eventually accused Kael'thas and his brethren as traitors to the alliance. Imprisoned under the ruins of the magical city of Dalaran Kael'thas and his people were rescued by Lady Vashj and her Naga. She offers him freedom and an alliance but will he accept?

 

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Prince Kael'Thas Sunstrider

Prince Kael'Thas surveyed the ruins of Dalaran from the temporary encampment they had set up. Once again the beauty and wonder of elven architecture had been laid to waste by the treacherous Arthas Menethil. Kael'thas had never been friendly with the former Prince of Lorderon, after all Arthas had stolen the brilliantly talented and beautiful Jaina Proudmore. What she saw in him he never knew and in the end none of them won.

Kael'thas turned back to the camp. They had made do with the limited supplies stolen from the vaults of the underground prison and what Lady Vashj and her Naga provided.

Naga.

The very named was laced with sinister intent. Though they too were once Night Elves their twisted visage said nothing of the sought. Two male guards assigned to patrol the grounds slithered passed him, they gazed in his direction briefly before continuing on. Kael'thas had not been able to determine the motive that drove Lady Vashj to help him and his people, from what he'd observed the Naga neither cared for nor needed anything or anyone else yet without her assistance he would either be dead or rotting in a prison.

Kael'thas returned to his tent. Lor'Themar, one of his chief advisors and long time friend stood outside presumably waiting for him.

"Prince Kael'thas, I know the hour is late but I would have a word with you." Lor'Themar bowed low and used the customary greeting but something in his tone spoke more than the simple request.

"Of course my friend. Please step inside." His two personal guards opened the tent entrance and allowed him them to enter. Due to the nature of their set up there was no time for luxuries, only a sleeping bag and a few other trinkets lay about the area.

"I wish to voice my concern over our new allies" Lor'Themar was trying his best to be polite after all Kael'thas still had the final say over what happened.

"Believe me my friend, I share your concern but what choice do we have? Our city is in ruin, the Sunwell our source of magic is gone. Our people our broken, lost and suffering from withdrawl. Our list of allies have thinned, even the Night Elves were hesitant to work with us even though we share a common ancestry." Kael'thas spoke with an angry but even tone.

Lor'Themar lowered his eyes and Kael'thas softened, it wasn't his fault they were in this predicament, in fact Lor'Themar had been the most controlled in his magic addiction.

"Yes my Prince but the Naga. I...I don't trust them, the way they look and act. I fear for our people. We are free now, perhaps we can move on and rebuild again." Lor'themar persisted. Kael'thas sighed deeply.

"I wish it were that easy Lor'Themar. Besides we are not truly free, we have not the resources nor elven power to rebuild a camp let alone a city again. I'm afraid we have no other choice. The Naga could have left us many times yet they came back. More importantly they offer us a way to cure our addiction and only then can we be truly free."

"Yes of course. I have always been your friend and loyal subject; I only ask for caution before we side with our new friends"

"Your advice is always sound Lor'themar and I will take it into consideration."

"Thank you. I shall take my leave of you." Lor'themar bowed again and stepped out of the tent.

Kael'thas knelt down on the sleeping bag and began to remove his mage robes. He was tired and weary from the escape and some well needed rest was over due. Before he could fully relax one of the guards outside called for him.

"My lord, Lady Vashj is here to see you."

Kael'thas hoped to give her his decision on the morrow but it seemed she wanted to know sooner rather than later. Perhaps it was better to get the conversation out of the way first. Lor'themar had made a very good point and Kael'thas would politely decline her offer as tempting as it was.

 

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Lady Vashj

Vashj didn't know what she had to do to to gain Kael'Thas' trust. She had saved him more times than she cared to remember. Even after rescuing him from the dungeons beneath Dalaran he would still not provide her with his allegiance. They had a common enemy after all, and if they united they could achieve great things. And they weren't so different really; the Naga and the High Elves... Both sides mistreated and misunderstood by their original race. Turned, seen as unnatural outcasts. But in truth they were stronger for it, and Vashj had every intention of showing Kael'thas just that.

Determined, Vashj did not give Kael'thas' guards a chance to consult with him before she pushed her way into his hastily constructed tent, shoving the guards aside with two of her six arms. As she came under the cover of the tent she looked up, seeing Kael'thas in a state of undress. Vashj smirked.

"Going to sleep on your decision, were you?" She asked, her voice a soft hiss in the stuffy tent. She looked down and flicked some dust of her scaled tail before meeting the Elven leader's eyes. "Tell me Kael'thas, does this war not warrant our haste?"

 

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Prince Kael'Thas Sunstrider

Kael'Thas looked Vashj up and down before responding, he still found it difficult to comprehend the mix of beauty and beast that made up the Naga female. His natural instinct when he first saw her was to kill her on sight yet but the more civilised part of him could sense the deep intelligence behind her eyes.

"I apologise my Lady, my people and I have been through a lot recently and though we appreciate all that you have done for us the journey to Outland is not a decision easily made. I know many are still reeling from the effects of magic withdrawl and from what I already know; the land on other side of the Dark Portal is less than hospitable."

Kael'Thas sat back down on his makeshift bedding and looked up at Lady Vashj with a look of resignation, he hoped that somewhere in that reptilian form she would understand his plight.

 

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Lady Vashj

"Your magical withdrawal will not get better with a delay," Vashj said, her voice plain and practical. "It is clear you are ready for sleep, but I would appreciate if you would walk with me. We have much to discuss before this night is done and I have something of importance to show you."

Vashj looked down at the powerful elf; everything about him appearing more care worn than the last time she had seen him. Just by looking at him, and indeed his comrades, was proof that their lack of magic was taking a toll on them.

 

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Prince Kael'Thas Sunstrider

Kael'Thas felt his bones ache in response to Lady Vashj's request. Everything part of him wanted to decline and get some long needed rest but years of being taught propriety and respect meant that he accept. After all it was probably the least he could do for her considering all that she had given. Kael'Thas gave her a warm and almost genuine smile.

"It would be my pleasure. Lady" He eased back up from the sleeping mattress and followed her out.

He thought they would be going to another part of the camp; perhaps even the Naga side but she continued passed the boundary.

"Vashj, where are we going?" He inquired.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Lady Vashj

The air outside the ravaged city of Dalaran was clearer; instead of the smell of dust and death there was nature and the tang of water. She had been enjoying the walk, but from the tone of Kael'thas' inquiry she guessed that he was not.

"Just a little further Kael'thas," Vashj said, neglecting his title as he had neglected hers. "I have something I wish to show you. I promise that you won't regret it."

With that Vashj continued to lead the way over grass and stone, through plouged fields and into wild ones, all the way to the shores of Lordamere Lake. The gentle slapping of the waves was a comforting rhythmic sound which complimented the glowing water that would soon turn from sapphire to ink as the night progressed.

"Your people are looking for power, and for magic. For a long time you were dependent upon the Sun Well to quench your needs. Now that it is no longer suitable you yearn for something more."

As Vashj spoke she slithered into the lake so that it was lapping against the base of her tail. If Kael'thas were to follow her he would find that it reached his ankles.

"While the quel'dorei were preoccupied with your Sun Well and the Kaldorei were tied to the Emerald Dream, others were not so sheltered. Some, my Nagas included, knew that there was more to the world than the power sources that were so fiercely protected by our kin. If you join with us we can share them with you; I have allies that don't rely on a single source for their sustenance."

A pride filled half smile tugged at the corner of Vashj's full lips, her cat like eyes surveyed the handsome High Elf before her. She reached one of her hands out to him; it was still remarkable elven.

"Allow me to show you, Prince of the Elves." Her voice held a seductive lilt and her eyes glittered; though her lust was for the power she could show him.

 

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Prince Kael'Thas Sunstrider

Kael'Thas felt wary about following Vashj, as with Every other time they'd met it had always been when he needed her the most. Was it yet another coincidence that she offered her services freely. Up until now she hadn't asked for anything in return but perhaps that was her game all along, waiting until he had very little choice left.

The way she enticed him to the water seemed as sinister as it was alluring. The snakes on her head that served as hair swayed from side to side in a hypnotic dance. Her gaze locked onto him and he felt trapped, not in a spell of course, he would sense that. Kael'Thas would give anything to free his people from their torment, after all it was his decision to destroy the Sunwell and condemn them to a life of addiction and withdrawal. He suspected that she knew this and was finally using it against him.

"My life is once again in your hands."

Kael'Thas removed his thick outer robe, luckily he wasn't naked underneath and decided to keep his thinner, more water friendly under clothing.

"Just to remind you. Elves don't swim as well as Naga my Lady."

 

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Lady Vashj

"I know how well Elves swim, never you fear" Vashj laughed. She wrapped her fingers around Kael'thas' thinly clothed elbow and pulled him towards her. As he stumbled forward, caught off guard by her strength and speed, she pressed her lips against him, her body thrumming with energy as she released a spell into his body. The magic passed through her lips and onto his before she pulled back, slithering further into the water.


"And don't forget to breathe."

Her words ended just before she used two of her right hands to throw him face down into the water. She jumped down with him until they about waist deep. Through the darkening water she turned and gestured for him to follow her, ignoring the way he struggled with the transition from air to water breathing.