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Beneath A Moonless Sky	By : LadyProudwhore Category: +S through Z > Warcraft III Views: 13409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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    Jaina knew that begging was futile and pointless, there was nothing she could do and so she simply gripped the floor in front of her, closed her eyes tightly and willed herself not to give Kael the satisfaction of hearing her scream. She could not help but tremble a bit in fearful anticipation as the head of the long elvish cock teased at the tight, unprepared and unlubed entrance. There was no way this wouldn’t hurt and almost no chance to avoid tearing.
    Kael smirked and suddenly without warning, he stopped simply teasing and thrust forward, slamming hard into her, giving her no time to adjust before he began the rough, hard thrusts. His speed was impeded by the lack of lubricant and the extreme tightness of this particular hole, but that didn’t bother him.
      Jaina couldn’t help it; it was agonizing to be penetrated like this without any lubricant and no foreplay to stretch her. She’d handled much bigger in this entrance obviously, but Thrall was always sure to be as gentle as he could and lube up. This wasn’t anywhere near that sort of encounter, it was completely brutal and degrading. She was only vaguely aware through the pain that she was crying, begging for mercy. It was a feeling she could not ignore, could not stay stoic through as her anal depths were pounded so roughly.

     Finally, after what was likely a short while but seemed like hours of brutal thrusts, Kael pulled out, kicking Jaina flat onto the floor. “Hmm…seems you’ve bled all over me.” He raised an elongated eyebrow nonchalantly. “That was careless of you. I think you should clean it for me.”
       “No…Please, Kael, please don’t make me do that, that’s disgusting!” Jaina whimpered, hardly able to get back up.
         “Oh, quit your complaints, whore, it’s only blood. And you should have thought of that before you denied my love and affection for you. Clean it off. I won’t ask again.” Kael’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
         “Please…please no…” Jaina begged, tears still spilling down her face.
        “Alright, then, I suppose Rhonin should know Thrall’s been causing trouble with Alliance dignitaries. What with him bring Garrosh along all the time and letting him roam freely. In fact, perhaps Garrosh has even threatened Vereesa. I’d imagine that will catch the archmage’s ear, wouldn’t you? And for Thrall to let that happen, why…he could be disallowed from visiting Dalaran at best…and at worst….” Kael smirked, leaving it at that.
        “No! I…I’ll do it.” Jaina crawled over to him, wincing in disgust as she began to lick away the blood. She gagged a few times and tears flowed freely down her pretty face, but she ran her tongue over every inch of the long, elegant elvish cock. With every lick, Kaelthas would moan with pleasure and Jaina shuddered with hate and anger. She wished she had just a slight upper hand so she could at least bite him in return for this humiliation and pain, but she knew what he was capable of, she would be compliant towards him, a well behaved little slut just as he desired.
      “Good girl, Jaina, it appears you’ve got it all off of me now. As a reward, I’ll allow you a short rest. Oh…and don’t get any clever ideas about going to Rhonin or Modera with the evidence of what I’ve done. I’ll be with them and the rest of the council all day. Think of that as well before you consider telling your lover of my little visit.” He pulled Jaina close to him, forcing a kiss on her lips and then dropping her back to the ground, leaving her there to her shame and agony.

         “Until next we meet, my precious whore.” Kael smirked, waving nonchalantly over his shoulder at her.

        Jaina didn’t allow herself to lay there for too long. Moping pitifully was no way to accomplish anything, she struggled to her feet though her legs were weak and wobbling and she managed to make her way over to the bed before collapsing, face down. She knew she had to cover herself up. What if Thrall returned? He couldn’t know about this. Through sheer force of will, she made herself stand again, slowly working her way towards the bathing area of the room through a violet silken curtain on the right side nearest the bed there lay a stone tiled room with a small artificial hot spring and scented oils and lotions for bathing. Jaina slowly made her way to the bath and stepped in, wincing in pain as the hot water touched the lacerations criss crossing her otherwise smooth ass.
       Once she was used to the pain and it dulled, she grabbed a jar of lavender scented bath oil and poured enough on her hands to wash herself, rubbing it on both hands and slowly rubbing it over her neck, then down her shoulders, over her back, around to her chest, blushing a bit as her delicate, slender hands caressed her large breasts, covering them entirely in the oil. She slowly slid her hands down her slim belly and hips then over her legs until there was only one place she hadn’t washed.
          Very slowly, almost sensually were she not still so shaken, she ran her hand over her soft pink folds, rubbing the oil in, moaning slightly as she did. Her own hands were so soft and gentle, it somewhat took her away from what had happened. Soon she found herself sliding her fingers deep into herself, gasping softly as she did. The feeling was exquisite. Though she was sure what had been done to her would not leave her so soon, this pleasurable distraction eased her mind and brought her far away from that pain and degradation. Pressing deeper, her pleasurable moans and gasps grew louder, sharper as she curled her fingers a bit, brushing sensitive nerve endings that were harder to hit during a larger penetration. She squirmed a bit against the stone walls of the indoor hot spring, writhing with pleasure as she continued, unrelenting.

      Back in Aethas’ chambers, the elvish mage saw this transpiring on the scrying orb he perused so often. “Mmm…yes, that’s it, you filthy little whore. I’ve been gone not ten minutes and already you need fulfillment.” He smirked coldly, parting his robes a bit and sliding his hand into the silken pants he wore beneath his robes, wrapping his hand around his cock, beginning to stroke it as he watched the girl he had violated trying desperately to get herself off. “It won’t take your mind off it; you know…you’ll always be a whore. This only further proves it.” He whispered, knowing she couldn’t hear him, yet also knowing somewhere deep in her mind she must realize he could and did watch as she bathed.

           Jaina was well aware in the back of her mind that Kael could likely see this whole scene unfold if he wished. She hated knowing that, but she needed to finish up, it almost hurt being this close and unable to finish, her pussy aching as she tried and tried to bring herself to orgasm. But she couldn’t. Knowing he was watching disgusted her. She didn’t want to continue, but to stop would leave her in unsatisfied misery. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes. She wanted to finish, but knowing that bastard could see her ate away at her mind, no matter where she touched or how she did, she could not reach her peak with that in mind.
          Finally she simply climbed out of the bath, shakily grabbed the white silk bath robe from a hook on the wall and threw it on, curling up in the corner of the room, frustrated tears pouring down her face.
            Kael experienced no such frustration, smirking as he still found arousal from watching the beautiful woman now helpless and distressed, her beautiful body strewn weakly across the floor as she sobbed. “You know you deserve this torment, don’t you?” He purred silkily at the image in the orb, squeezing his shaft as he jerked it. “After the hell you put me through, after what your kind put me through, you know you’re getting what you deserve, bitch.” He moaned as with one final squeezing jerk he released, his seed spilling over his own hand and robes.
               A look of annoyance crossed his face as he pulled out a red silk cloth. “Yet somewhat less satisfying when you are unable to clean up after me.” He wrinkled his nose as he finished and tossed the cloth into a corner.
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