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Chapter List
- 1-Gravitation
- 2-Awakening
- 3-Revelations
- 4-Memories
- 5-Skirmish
- 6-Hunger
- 7-Voyage
- 8-Outland
- 9-Maiev
- 10-Hunting
- 11-Trial
- 12-Consummation
- 13-Destruction
- 14-Return
- 11
- 12
- 13
Gravitation
Arcadia-Sama
Summary-
Never mind. You�ll see.
Disclaimer-
Shayl's copyright me, as is plot. Everything else, copyright
Blizzard. (But I would love to have Illidan.)
Suggested BGM
� "Bed of Nails"- Alice Cooper

"Life... hope... and what they bring with them..."
- Alexstrasza

And thank you guys, for the reviews!

Nuruhune
- No, Malfy's being nice only because I'd let Shayl rip
his spine out otherwise. *smiles sweetly* I'm evil like that.

Arya_vampire
- Yes! Ring the bells and shout it from the hills! She's dead! Dead and gone! Yay!

Kaoreii -
It's okay, I'll forgive you for now. :3 And yes, this is the smutty smut smut
ness that is the smut of all smuts. � Yeah. XD

Silver
Shadow - What good is life without teasing
people? You know that you gotta make them beg for it. And awr, a bouncy kitten? Cuteness.
:3 I'm glad you're enjoying the story!

Vin - *bows deeply*
Thank you very much for the glowing review, my dear. I try to please my readers
and I'm a nitpicky grammar Nazi with myself. I try to make everything pretty.
And yes. We should all hate Maiev.

Lazy_wolf
- Of course it was going to be personal! Illidan wouldn't let anyone else but
himself kill Maiev. He kinda deserved it anyways. And I do hope that you enjoy
this smut scene, then. I tried my best to make it good.

Less
Then Three - I know which questline
you're talking about. *twitch* The rep grind. Oh gawd. I am not looking forward to that.

Moon_muse
- Hehehehe. Well, here's more since you asked so
nicely, my dear.

Toasted
neko - Well, I am
trying my best to make them very believable. My best indeed, yes'm.

Fawnheart
- The lore is indeed wonderful to read. And it's not corny? Yay!
I'm glad. :3

Lady
Shiva - o.o Here's your lemonade? Would you like some salt with that? Or cookies or brownies?

Twi
- Well, I'm going to cover what happened to Furion in the next chapter. As for
right now.. Enjoy it! :D

Author Notes
- You know the drill with the words in Darnassian and whatnot. Check previous
chapters. X3 And I wonder if anyone listens to the songs I list while reading
the chapters.. And on a sidenote.. THE MASTER CHIEF IS MINE. (is
now a rabid Halo fangirl)

Now, on with the show! :D

Beware. Smut ahead. Heed the story's
rating.

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The man�s head lifted briefly, before
dipping down and lowering to her face and then there was no more need for words
as they kissed, a smoldering affair that burned the blood in both of them,
igniting the so-called flames of passion that raged through the body of each
hotter than dragon�s fire, hotter than the fire of a star, hotter than anything
they had ever felt before, this exotic wealth of emotion and sensation singing
them both so intently that Illidan wondered if he truly wasn�t burning and if
he really was still here, still alive and well and full of a living passion
emphasized and brought to the fore by this simple druid beneath him.

Had anyone told the sorcerer that when he
had been freed that he would find himself in the care of a druid who saw him,
just him stripped of any rank or title or destiny, nothing more than a man, he
would have scoffed at their words. And if they had gone on to say that this
woman, this child of earthly magics, would grow
closer to him as Illidan himself was growing close to her, that they would come
to the point in time when they would whisper bonds of ceremony in a union that
had no words, just emotions and actions, he would have slain them. A druid who
was everything that he was not, one of his brother�s pets, caring for him,
loving him, taking him as bond mate and life mate?

Unheard of!

And yet, Shayl was unique in the fact that
his brother had never laid an inquiring finger on her, training her to what her
full potential could quite possibly be. She was strong, filled with raw
potential, but oh so lovely for her unrefined state. Because of her lack of a
childhood amongst the kaldorei people, this druid had been able to work her
sight past what he showed to the world, had found the heart he had been sure
was stone and had oh so gently coaxed it back to life. Tyrande had left her
mark on him, had broken his heart when she had chosen his brother for Illidan
had truly been in love with the priestess. And then Maiev, horrible and twisted
bitch, had scarred his psyche with her cruel and barbarous ways.

Illidan refused to believe that she loved him,
but he would accept the idea that she cared for him. Love scared the
half-breed, even if he did care for Shayl so deeply that the thought of her
leaving him when he was fully healed made him break inside and made the daemon
within moan in furious despair. Neither of them wanted to ever see Shayl�s
backside for that would mean she was going away and his arms came about her
abruptly as they kissed and he would press his face to hers, shivering softly
above her as he just held her body against his, greedily enjoying the feeling
of her curves and taking in the soft smell of her body.

Some little imp made him grin inwardly
knowing that his brother would be having a fit later about this, about
Illidan�s so called �seduction of an innocent girl�. But Shayl was not some
na�ve chit of a fledgling druid. Nay, she knew what she was doing and if there
had been any hint of resistance in her body, in her kisses or touches (and he
would shiver beneath the strokes of her hands across his back), Illidan never
would continue. He was dangerous and more than a little insane, a power-hungry
glutton, but he would never force a woman against her will. He was not that low
yet, not that broken in his mind or soul or heart.

But mouths met and pressed together, her
lips soft beneath his firm ones and he dug his fingers into the wealth of her
hair, marveling at how it was darkest at the roots before growing so light at
the ends and how soft it was, despite the heat and the dry air of this place.
Her form was smooth and sleek beneath the tunic she wore, just a simple thing
that should be changed out for silks and beautiful clothing and yet, while he
knew that she wouldn't be comfortable at first in such things, perhaps he could
fashion some armor for her as well. Head spinning deliriously, he finally began
to touch his tongue to her lips, stroking the tip ever so lightly over her
skin. Below, his hands were sliding up her tunic, tips of his fingers sliding
along her skin before he would lean back long enough to gently work it off.

Shayl had been startled at his passionate
response. But this had been inevitable, or so some would have said, those who
knew them and been giving time to observe them. She laid
beneath Illidan, pressing her mouth to his as they kissed each other gently at
first. Her arms wrapped around his neck even as she would let her fingers slid
over the cobalt strands of his mane, finding the topknot he wore and she would
remove it and letting his hair cover her hands as she in turn marveled at how
soft it was with the slightest hint of a coarse tone to it. Nails would press
into his shoulders as they remained on the bed, his body pressing hers into the
mattress.

Stroking his body, Shayl allowed her
fingers to explore his body as he kissed her into a breathless state and made
the warmth in her body pulse, white-hot whips of crackling heat stroking along
her figure, and her leg would twine with his as she would whimper softly deep
in the back of her throat, a whimper that nearly drove Illidan out of his mind
when he heard it. But her mind paid no attention to the unusual contrast of his
hair or the murmur of sounds in the distant background, sounds that made her
pay more attention to the smell of his skin and the taste of his mouth on hers
(and he tasted good, very good) and she let out another moan as his hands
settled onto her body.

As a child, she had been shunned and
unaccepted. Growing, she had heard a conversation between her father and her
uncle, her mother's brother, talking about her, and about how Axta had so cruelly
said that if Shayl had never been born then his wife would still be alive. That
was perhaps the point that was etched most firmly in her mind and perhaps left
the deepest and harshest mark on her. Neglect was something she had been used
to, for he'd paid little attention to her when she was a child, but to hear the
words that he wished she had never been born had broken the poor girl's heart
who had always thought that one day her father would learn to care for her. But
it was not long after that in which she had gathered up everything that she
owned which was just simple carvings he'd given her over the years and her
small and meager wardrobe and she would leave in the night, leaving and
foraging her own way into the wilds, led to a place of her own where she
stayed.

Kept sane by the animals who lived nearby,
unsure of how much time passed and then Kael came and she was whisked away to
Northrend to meet a man she had only heard mention of, having seen the whole
horrible tragedy of the War of the Ancients and how Shayl had wept through the
whole thing of watching Illidan fall in love with Tyrande, the earth showing
her everything, teaching her from an unbiased viewpoint everything that had
happened. She had met Illidan and learned from him and had been affected by
this poor man who had always had what he had fought so hard for; neither
Tyrande nor the accolades of the winning of the war, neither valor that he
wished to be known for or recognition of his victories. And the abuse he had
suffered under Maiev's hands, all of it had broken her heart, especially the
rejection and eventual grudging acceptance of his twin. All of this and more
she had taken in that first night on the shores of Northrend, the blighted soil
struggling to help her to the best it could.

Perhaps she had loved him from the first
time they'd spoken, even if he had been cruelly horrible to her at the
beginning. But somehow, someway, they had begun to feel closer to one another.
Some wise person had once told Shayl while she cared for him that opposites
always attracted in nature, and what could be more opposite then a man who was
a practitioner of the arcane magicks and half daemon besides, and a druid who
was a true child of the land, raw potential and power of the highest druidic
ways? She was no paragon of perfection, broken in her own ways and as deeply as
he, but they had both been helping one another even as they had grown close in
a manner that only those perhaps touched by what some called fate did, to
become so close that their lives were inexorably bound together, never to be
separate again, save in the event of a death.

When Shayl felt Illidan's hands slip under
her tunic, she sighed into his mouth, fingers flexing and clenching briefly as
he would smile against her mouth briefly as his fingers would brush across the
ticklish curves of her hips and she jumped. But his hands forged upwards and
onwards, pushing the loose material of her tunic up as he did so, his body
hiding hers from his view and then he removed himself from above her briefly
and pulled her up gently long enough to rid her of the tunic, smoothing it out
before throwing it carelessly off to the side and he turned his face to her at
last, drinking in the sight of her bare form, a sight he had seen before, but
this time, he allowed himself to drink in every beautiful detail of her body.

She was fashioned in the ways of their
people, at least, slightly so. His hands reached out and he stroked her
blushing cheeks before leaning forward and kissing her firmly, thumbs stroking
along her cheekbones. Then, gently, they dipped to her neck, a neck he'd wanted
to wring so many times, but now, he just gently stroked it with his fingertips.
Letting his fingers pressing to her pulsing neck lightly, his hands finally
returned to their motions. Brushing across the strong lines of her collarbones,
he would let his fingers settle upon her breasts. He'd felt one before, hidden
behind a tunic, but this time, he would enjoy the texture of it.

Each luscious orb of pure feminism filled
his hands to a wonderful degree, perfect handfuls for his fingers. Thumbs would
stroke across the smooth skin of each breast and he heard her breathing hitch
as one thumb would sweep gently along the pebbling hardness of a nipple, each
peaking bud darkened by the rush of blood to the erogenous zone of her body.
Then, a true gasp escaped Shayl as Illidan would bend his great, horned head
and his lips parted before closing upon one firm nipple, suckling as if he were
a babe again at his mother's breast. The fingers of his right hand stroked
across the rounded orb that was proof perhaps of her femininity. Goblets were
fashioned in the manner after a woman's breasts, or so Kael had once told his
master, to remind men from where they had drawn their nourishment in the first
years of their lives. And in that moment, Illidan couldn't help but bless the
shape of the woman's body. But even as he paid loving attention to her breasts
with his mouth and one hand, the other was busy stroking across her lower
stomach.

Illidan couldn't helpt
but let a joyous sense of exultation as her legs opened slightly, an
unconscious invitation of her own desires for him. He would let his hand slide
between her legs, feeling the sweet curve of her body. Silken curls stroked
across the skin of his palm as his hand engulfed her groin, pads pressing
between the soft folds of her sex. Pressed against her body, against her so
closely that he felt like they would melt into one being, his own body burned
as well with the lust he felt for her, with the deeper emotions that tied into
his lust, the feelings for her that had grown in him and would always be there
in the years to come when he would turn back onto these years with his mind and
would once again be young with her in his arms. Her thighs opened wider as he
made a simple stroking motion and a throaty moan of pure, innocent want made
him shake and nearly ruin his pants, but no, not yet, not until he showed her
the wonders of what could be had.

His mouth lifted and he listened to Shayl whimper
under his touch. Beneath his fingers, she writhed gently as sensation pulsed
between her legs, a liquid heat that spread through each limb in a langorous manner and the young druid arched her hips,
fingers clutching and stroking at him, marveling at the granite-like hardness
of his muscles beneath his smooth skin, the swirls of Sargeras' mark on
Illidan's skin tingling as they reacted to her touch, flaring green briefly,
the same neon green of her arms when she healed him, when she worked on closing
the wound of his chest which was still not shut. Then, with slow, careful
motions, Illidan began to kiss his way down her body, tongue flicking out to
taste the salty sweat on her skin, the sweet taste of her below that and then
his chin would brush across her curls, the deep green nest of hair working to
only shyly hide that beautiful culmination of female mystery, the entrance to
the womb of a woman where all life grew in that mysterious marvel of a woman's
body which fed and held each new life in a comforting embrace, perhaps part of
the reason why men still didn't fully understand them. Elune certainly knew
that Illidan wasn't always able to understand Shayl but that was neither here
nor there. Feeling her gasp, sensing her shudder of erotic and embarrassed
anticipation and smelling her so well this close, Illidan could only plunge
ahead with what he wanted.

His large hands would smooth over her hips
before pulling back as he settled between her thighs, spreading them gently as
he would press his face to her lower stomach, hooking each long leg over one
shoulder and then slowly, his head lowered and her scent made his head spin as
he breathed in the wet heat of musky female arousal and Illidan couldn't help
but moan, his body aroused to a painful degree as he fought to just rip his
pants off, to rear up and plunge himself into her, to have her now, fierce and
hard and strong, bringing them both to a screaming culmination. But no, he
would not do that to his healer, his druid! He would give her that exquisite
pleasure that had always been due to women. One hand would come up and he heard
the soft gasp of air escape her body's nether lips as he parted them and then,
dipping his face forward and closer, his mouth opened and he sampled her nectar
and nearly died of pure and utter bliss.

Shayl had felt his face draw close and
then an abrupt cry of surprise and pleasure would shriek out of her throat when
his rough tongue would find a spot in the folds of her body, stroking it
tenderly and the pleasure throbbed through her form, before the breath rushed
from her body and her legs would close on his head, fingers clutching harshly
at his thick blue hair. Never had she thought that such a thing was possible,
for a man to use his mouth on a woman and while Shayl cursed Maiev with a
passion, she could not help but wonder where the Warden had learned this before
passing the knowledge upon Illidan for who else could he have learned the
techniques of pleasuring a woman from, if not her? But then all thoughts, all
sense of higher things such as that, bled away and she twisted under his mouth
with a shrill howl of pure female pleasure as he drew that spot, that compact
bundle of sensation into his mouth, biting down carefully with his sharp teeth,
tongue stroking firmly.

He was going to die, Illidan swore, he was
going to die and go to whatever Paradise awaited him. Illidan truly hadn't
expected such a passionate reaction to such a simple thing. Not even Maiev,
who'd taught him everything he knew, had reacted so strongly, for her lust was
not divorced of her hate. But her pleasure drew him in and he held her up to
his mouth as he worked his teeth and tongue across that spot of her body while
one finger would probe gently and carefully at her body. Well aware that he
wore claws that could tear the delicate skin of her body if he wasn't careful,
Illidan would work his finger against her body, probing slightly. Shayl
quivered against the finger and he worked it into her slowly, feeling how
tightly that the druid's passageway squeezed his finger. This would have to be
done carefully so he wouldn't hurt her too badly. His finger slid further and
worked, coming to a halt only when he felt a thin scrap of her body's
innocence. Dear Elune, she was spoiled and untouched; he would have to be
careful indeed. Even as he thought that, Illidan began to work another finger
into her body's embrace, stretching her, preparing her, even as he suckled on
the nub of her female's pleasure.

The crescendo came in slow pulse of heat
and motion, but Illidan's enhanced senses caught her pulse quickening and the
increased wetness about his fingers, including the wealth of heightened arousal
in her scent, told him that she was drawing ever closer to that thunderous
explosion of beautiful ecstasy. Shayl felt as if her body was being drawn ever
so tightly, as if she were a string being pulled tigher,
like the string of a harp being pulled tight, too tight. Such tension would
only break soon and she twisted her body under his mouth, his fingers, and she
whimpered. His mouth pursed and then he suckled harder and shifted his hand,
pressing his fingers to a spot of pleasure in her body and he was rewarded with
several quick gasps before a wail of female pleasure was torn from Shayl's
throat as she seized and shook with orgiastic pleasure. The string had been
pulled to its breaking point before being plucked once and the floodgates had
opened, plunging across her form with a tidal wave of pleasure and slight pain
at the sheer amount of erotic satisfaction that shook her body and Shayl sank
down into the mattress as Illidan lifted his head and smiled a deep smile of
purely masculine satisfaction down at her prone form.

She laid there, limp and drifting on the
gentle sea of an afterglow, chest rising and falling as she would quiver and
shake and sighed out a soft moan of pleasure. Long legs were pulled up
slightly, left where they had fallen from Illidan's shoulders and her body was
flush with heat. Illidan himself was ready to go mildly insane, but he would
move to loosen the laces of his pants before simply grasping them and ripping
them off. The thick tearing of the heavy cloth he wore drew Shayl's attention
and she rolled over and into him, pressing her face against his chest and felt
his arms come around her as he dragged her close and Shayl's face flamed black
when she felt something distinctly hard pressing into her body. But this time,
this time, it was her turn to explore his body with her hands and fingers. It
was her time to discover and enjoy and feel and taste.

Her hands would lift and then Shayl pushed
in an insistent manner at Illidan's chest, hands planted firmly against the
flat slabs of his pectoral muscles, the contrast of smooth, if burn roughened
skin and crisp, stiff bandages on either side making her marvel at the
sensations. No one else would have noticed that faint difference between the
darkened skin of his body where those marks wrapped about his torso and the
rest of the skin at the level she did, Shayl knew. Being blind had some
advantages. True, her body was still recovering from what he had done to her,
but enough time had passed that she was eager to continue on her own grounds
now, to see what it would be like to reciprocate what he had done to her.

Illidan was surprised when she pushed him
backwards, but surprise melted into shock when he felt her kiss him while he
laid there, the girl climbing on top of him. Her mouth remained connected to
his, her hands settling on his shoulders. Broad shoulders, Shayl noted, and a
firm chest. She wasn't able to come even close to wrapping her arms around him
completely. Her hands began to move, exploring the swirling marks on his chest
and torso, lamenting the bandages that remained in her way, even if they
weren't a massive swath of white anymore. Her hands moved towards his back and
he sat up, starting to quiver in pleasure the closer her questing fingers made
her body come against his. Shayl's hands then moved to his wings and Illidan
was unable to choke back a growl of pleasure. Intrigued, Shayl allowed him to
sit up even more as she moved behind him, fingers exploring the sensitive
appendages of his wings with her fingers.

Chills shivered up and down his spine as
Shayl settled her hands gently between his wings, nails scraping along the
slight bumps of vertebrae that were beneath his skin. Her hand moved to one
wing, the druid finally allowing her hands to touch it and see what it felt
like. The shivering increased and he growled softly as Shayl let her hands
stroke along the leathery skin of his wings and she would smile when she found
that he seemed to be especially sensitive between the second and third
'fingers' of his wing. Impishly, the druid moved her head closer and then her
mouth opened and she bit down carefully on the membrane. The hybrid gasped deep
in his throat and moaned loudly, hips jerking in an involuntary buck of
pleasure as he tried to grab her, but she caught his wrists and pushed him back
down onto his back, making Illidan nearly whimper.

Her hands returned to their course, stroking
along each smooth ridge on his stomach, marveling at how well he kept his form
before dipping her head down to nip teasingly at his skin, feeling his arousal
pressing into her chest. Hands had been drawn downwards and she would allow her
fingers to creep shyly up his thighs. Beneath her, Illidan held still, holding
his breath, waiting to see if she was going to do what he thought she was and
then he felt her fingers press into his pubic hair, the thick tuft of dark blue
at his groin slightly coarse under her fingers. Blushing furiously, but too set
in this course of action to stop, she finally allowed her hands to close about
him and the man beneath her shuddered, clawing at the last of his sanity and
determined not to spill himself so early.

A puff of soft air made him shake as Shayl
brought her face closer to his erection, tongue wetting his lips as he tried to
swallow, but his mouth was dry and every cell in his body was focused solely on
her hands. Shayl had felt him limp, before, when she had bathed him more then
once, and had felt how heavy he was in her hands. But this was more then she'd
expected. Fingers would trace up and down the smooth-skinned cock, feeling
veins beneath the surface throb beneath her palms as she kept her hands wrapped
about him, feeling his heartbeat through the pulses of the veins. Then, her
head moved forward and she allowed her tongue to emerge from her mouth, tasting
the man who was her lover now, and perhaps more then just a lover, in a
tentative manner.

He inhaled a hiss of sound before his
hands moved down as her mouth kissed him and he pulled her up, his restraint so
close to snapping but he couldn't help it. He must have her and he must have her now! Fingers would stroke her
cheek as he kissed her deeply, rolling them back over on the bed as he would
settle between her thighs, enjoying the erotic thrill of her hard nipples
rubbing against his chest, of her groin's hair tickling his stomach before he
would lift his head and he spoke in a hoarse voice, trembling and shaking with
the need, the desire for her while the head of his arousal nudged against her
folds, the man needing to speak.

"This will hurt, Shayl.. I'm.. sorry.."

She blinked, a reflexive motion before
drawing him back down, shivering and swallowing in anticipation of what was
about to happen. But she made no verbal reply to him, merely kissing Illidan
and he kissed her in return, the pair shivering in mutual want and need. Then,
gently, oh so gently, Illidan began to move into her, his hands gripping her rounded
thighs as he kept kissing her, moaning deep in his throat at how very hot and how tight she was. Slowly, carefully, he pressed onwards, trying not to
hurt her as she stretched about him to accommodate his entrance and he would
pause very briefly at the barrier keeping him from entering her fully. Without
warning, he pulled back and then surged forward, drawing a shriek of pain from
Shayl that he swallowed with his mouth even as his body was engulfed by hers,
ceasing at the hilt even as he shuddered and moaned into her mouth in turn,
wiping her tears away as he shook.

Shayl had expected the pain, but not so
suddenly and so sharply. But her mind was focusing on other things, such as the
fact that he was in her now, all of him, feeling him as thick, white-hot warmth
that burned through her body and made her want to pull him closer until they
melted into a single being and she shuddered, breath escaping her in a
juddering moan of sound. Fingers biting into his shoulders, Shayl felt him
break the kiss to lave his tongue across her throat as he moved and sent tiny
explosions of heat through her body. Nails digging harshly into his skin, she
gasped sharply in her pleasure and wiggled slightly, which made him moan and
move again, shifting slightly in her as he waited for her to grow used to his
body in her own, but she was so tight, so wet, so hot and it was hard to
concentrate when she moved like that beneath him and then she moved just right and all his good intentions
went flying out the window.

Bodies moving, he began to move against
her, hips shifting as he thrust into her, long, firm strokes while her legs
were drawn up about those narrow hips of his, Illidan's wings flaring above his
back as Shayl arched upwards beneath him, a cry of exultant passion escaping
her throat, hands moving to grasp his biceps. Again and again, they came
together, moving, kissing, pulling, touching, burning, heat, wet
warmth, oh yes. Her hips rose to meet his, flesh slapped against flesh and
sighs and moans provided a soft soundtrack to their lovemaking. Illidan's hands
were grasping her hips, her own were grasping his arms and they came together,
arching, twisting, writhing. Neither could tell where they ended and the other
began, for Illidan felt tied to her, as she did to him, the two mating on a
level deeper then their bodies could.

His head dipping further, Illidan's mouth
would find one peaked nub of a nipple, his back arching as his wings spread
even further, shrouding them both. Illidan was amazed at how passionate her
response was to him, amazed and flattered and how it shook him and left him
breathless was to be noted later, but now, all he could think of was continuing
this and having her. Shayl in turn arched beneath him, her legs gripping his
flanks tightly as she moved upwards in a wave of motion, falling down when he
pulled back before surging together again, soft cries of pleasure escaping her
throat as she felt herself being pulled taut again, that string of pleasure
that she'd felt before starting to grow tight once more. This was so much
better then the touches of his mouth and fingers and she felt him touching her
beyond the physical plane and then she began to whimper and shiver, body
writhing and Illidan was speaking - "Yes, my druid, yes, Shayl, come with
me sweeting" - and she wanted to speak, but then she felt that snapping
string deep within herself again and a scream of pleasure shook her as she
broke into a thousand shards of herself, flying to the stars.

Illidan felt her shudder beneath him in
her release and he felt a sense of purely masculine pride that he had brought
her pleasure twice thus far and then he let himself go at last. His thrusts
were hard and deep, hurting her possibly, but she held onto him with a
whimpering cry of delight as he pounded into her body, his teeth exposed as he
snarled and gasped for air, feeling her surround him again and again and again.
Then, a shudder shook his own form and he bellowed a roar that made the room
shake slightly, his hips thrusting into hers one last time as his own release
came on him with such intensity that he shook with it, thick seed flowing from
him to coat her womb and he remained still, wings spread and back arched before
collapsing above Shayl, pressing her down into the mattress which made her
squeak softly in turn. But, at last, he removed himself from her and pulled her
close, kissing her forehead before rising and slipping away.

Shayl wondered what he was doing, but he
was back moments later and then a hiss escaped her when she felt a damp cloth
against her sore folds as he cleaned away both her blood and his seed, cleaning
himself off as well before leaving and returning to the bed. Plying her with a
kiss, there was no words between them, only feelings and emotions as Illidan
allowed himself to enjoy the feel of her body against
him at last, both of them bare and curled into one another, sighs escaping them
both. But he remained awake long after she had fallen asleep, still shaken by
his reaction to her. He watched her sleep, staring at her quietly, holding her
close. His reaction, his simple release, had shaken him badly for he'd never
felt one so strongly before, so thoroughly satisfying. But, even as he thought,
Illidan found himself growing hard just by watching her and that scared him
even more. He had just had her and already he wanted her again? Settling down,
he just pulled her close and allowed himself to drift to sleep, his breathing
low and peaceful.

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Elsewhere in the temple, a dreamer twisted
and moaned. Dreams of a peaceful land, a homeland, were changed and shattered
by flame and fire, death and destruction and then an inferno roared across the
land and in the dream, the man knelt to his master, shaking as he did so when
that horrible voice, that twisting voice, that cruel voice spoke.

"Rise,
worm. Tell me, servant. Why has Illidan not
fulfilled his duties?"

"Sire, events have been changing as
of late into a manner that I had not foreseen. Illidan was wounded and.." The man would explain events that had been
occurring so far in calm tones, keeping an eye on his master as he spoke,
concluding with, ".. So he has come to join
himself with this druid."

A massive and clawed hand would lift,
rubbing a chin adorned with barbs that dangled against his chest. "I see.
Very well then, worm. I will be sending two of my agents to bring her to
me."

"Your agents, master?" Hesitance.

"Yes, worm. And you will aid them or
suffer the consequences."

And with a blast of pain and fire, Kael
awoke with a cry of pain as Kil'jaeden's departure wrenched at him. Then,
burying his face in his hands, he began to weep, thin shoulders shaking with
the force of his crying. In their chambers, Shayl stirred, feeling something
not quite right in the castle. But Illidan, woken by her restlessness, would
soothe her with gentle hands and soft kisses and thus it was that a night, both
joyous and sorrowful, would close upon the three figures.

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Arc
- SMUT! YAY! And special thanks to Liz who helped me get this chapter written.
She's a slave driver, she is.
Illidan-
(purring like a fiend as he holds Shayl)
Shayl
- (dark dark dark purple
and hides against Illidan)
Arc
- Reviews, people! Don't make me sic Illidan on you now.
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