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Just Let me Stay a Little While Longer	By : Allyrion Category: +S through Z > Warcraft III Views: 10283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Guards. Come in and clean up this mess.”
The reaction to the command of the Banshee Queen was swift. With a noisy creak, the doors of the Royal Chamber opened yet again to admit her Deathguards. None of them spoke any word of the curiousness of the situation, such as the pile of wet bones or even the way their Lord Seneschal lay decapitated on the ground.
Jaina watched the Forsaken clear the aftermath of their brief battle, still affecting her guise as the broken, weakened prisoner. None of the Deathguard had it in them to challenge their own Banshee Queen and study her closer.
Sylvanas had returned to the Dark Throne. One leg was thrown casually over the other, exposing her sensuously thigh high leather boots, but that was the only part of her appearance that gave her any warmth. Her glowing red eyes shone coldly as she studied the Deathguards as they went about their work, and none of them dared to return that stare.
Only one figure in the room had the courage to do so. When Jaina gave her a furtive look, Sylvanas’ features flickered away from its coldness for a brief moment, giving Jaina a small secretive smile somehow full of promise. Jaina flushed at that and cast her eyes down again.
It didn’t take long. Two Deathguards together lifted Veryn Dallbright’s corpse and one more each the pile of wet bones and armour that marked his two former guards.
“Leave us.” Sylvanas’ voice rang, and the Deathguards departed with their burdens, closing the door behind them.
Jaina looked up at the Banshee Queen after waiting a moment further. “Sylvanas, I'm sorry-“
The Dark Lady interrupted the sorceress’ apology. “I am too, Jaina. But I made my own decisions that led to this situation. The fault does not lie with you.”
‘Even so…” Jaina paused. “He was your Seneschal.”
“I shall find another.” Sylvanas said the words casually, her red eyes burning into Jaina’s. “I am more curious as to how he discovered us in here. I will need to be more vigilant.”
“Besides-” Sylvanas gave her a bright smile, a full-fledged version of the secretive one she had given earlier. “You are very special, Jaina. I would do everything I have done again if I had to.”
Jaina flushed at that, but she did not break off her stare this time.
“He would have killed me,” Jaina said with a faint note of shock.
“He would have tried,” Sylvanas countered confidently. “But I never doubted it would be otherwise.”
“You saved my life,” Jaina pressed on. “Not just once now. You could have killed me as a prisoner yourself as an act of war. Or, if your conscience was stronger, simply been a little slower and allow Veryn to cut my throat.”
Sylvanas looked amused at that. “Conscience! Jaina, sometimes you remind me just how young and innocent you are.”
Jaina’s mouth tightened at the mild rebuke but the Banshee Queen’s next words softened the blow. “That’s why I am so fond of you though. You are so different from this cold place where only strength rules.”
“I think there is still a conscience in you, Sylvanas,” Jaina pressed on resolutely. “You may have had to hide it, keep it buried deep…but you are more than a mindless Undead. I see that now, more than anyone.”
There was a silence.
Sylvanas’ eyes continued to glow. “There’s not much hope for me Jaina; but there is some yet for you.”
The Dark Ranger rose to her feet, still quite a sight even for the young sorceress who had recently seen Sylvanas in all of her naked glory.
This had a different appeal all of its own though. The corrupted darker Elvish garments, the cowled hood, the sense of authority that radiated from this Queen of the Forsaken...
“After all, if I had let Veryn kill you,” Sylvanas said in a tone so seductive it almost sent Jaina to shivers. “There would be no one left who could lick my pussy near so well.”
Perhaps there was a bit of something less docile in Jaina, Sylvanas reflected. At her last words Jaina came forward, driving off her knees her hands still manacled. The chain clanked on the ground as the Archmage resolutely approached the Dark Throne and drove her face into Sylvanas’ smirking one, locking lips yet again.
A lot can be conveyed with a kiss, particularly a long one with a pair of mutually desiring participants. Jaina let her recent emotions come to the fore; fury, hopelessness, lust, love and hope. Sylvanas’ features broke as she too fell into the nature of the kiss, conveying her own aching, unfulfilled lust.
Their lips broke apart at last. Jaina was flushed and the Banshee Queen’s own features were warmer than the Archmage had ever seen outside of their private sessions. Quickly, deftly, the Dark Ranger produced the key to the shackles, unchaining Jaina and throwing them unconcernedly onto the floor next to them.
“It appears you have recovered from last night, young sorceress,” Sylvanas said playfully. “But who shall be first?”
“You saved me,” Jaina said, equally coy. “A woman once told me that she would reward service...and in that vein I think it is time I rewarded her in turn.”
Sylvanas smirked at that remembrance of their first turbulent encounter. She began to tug again at her breastplate and various garments but Jaina stopped her. “No,” the Archmage said quietly. “I like you like this.”
“Come now, my dear, this is no way for us to have fun,” Sylvanas said crossly.
“You look fantastic as the Banshee Queen,” Jaina said. “So confident, such a leader...it turns me on, Sylvanas.”
“What a pity,” the Dark Lady of the Forsaken said playfully. “I do so prefer to be naked.”
“Well, I’ll make one small concession.” Jaina looked into those red eyes for a moment, then cast her glance downwards to between Sylvanas’ legs. “Your pants can come off, I want to taste you again. But keep the boots on…I like those.”
“You drive a hard bargain, young sorceress.” Sylvanas favoured her with the same brilliant smile, then tugged her pants down again in a smooth motion, lifting one booted foot and then the other out of the puddle it made on the floor.
Jaina watched with rapt attention as the Banshee Queen exposed herself once again. Despite being cursed by Undeath, Sylvanas had been given the rare gift of returning to her former body and beauty. This was particularly true between the Dark Ranger’s thighs where a familiar nest of curly blonde hair resided.
Of course Jaina now found herself bereft of the other views she vividly recalled of the Banshee Queen, the exposed blue breasts, the lush curves that could not be hidden by the form-fitting armor. But there was some compensation; other than being pantless, the Dark Ranger looked the powerful figure Jaina had heard much about and now seen firsthand.
“Is this what you wanted, Jaina?” Sylvanas said playfully, and in response the sorceress gently maneuvered one of her hands downward. The Banshee Queen sighed as Jaina’s hand tickled down her exposed flesh at chest and belly, caressing between her armoured breasts. Eventually the hand maneuvered through Sylvanas’ pubic hair, then further to rest between the Dark Lady’s thighs.
More than anything Jaina wanted to taste that beautiful pussy of Sylvanas Windrunner again, but she also felt a desire to “test the waters” first. She soon found she needn’t have bothered. Between the legs Sylvanas was just as wet as she had been the night before and the Banshee Queen’s red eyes sparkled with mischief and excitement from above.
Even so, Jaina made herself wait as she slid a finger into that moist cave. Sylvanas let out a contented sigh, her voice strangely amplified by her status as a Forsaken to echo beyond the human norm. Jaina was no stranger to this sound though. She drew her finger out, soaking with the Dark Ranger’s fluids, and then slid it back in again, this time adding a second.
Eventually, Jaina had all her fingers thrust into the wet, inviting pussy of Sylvanas Windrunner. The former Elf gave another moan as one particularly violent fingering sent her into a rush of pleasure.
Their faces were close enough that their breath warmed the other. The fact that the two were of a height only added to the feeling of compatibility. Jaina thrust in and out, her blue eyes watching the play of emotions on Sylvanas’ face as it contorted in pleasure.
Eventually the Banshee Queen began to moan openly in her delight. The sorceress felt a sense of contentment, fondness, and power rush into her at the reaction. Sylvanas’ armored form heaved in deep, pleasurable breaths of excitement. Jaina continued to plunder the other’s depths for a moment more before finally sliding her moist hand out.
Sylvanas looked down as the glistening hand of her lover drew back from her moist center. Her red eyes met Jaina’s as the sorceress brought the hand slowly, carefully, up to her mouth. The pink lips opened wide to admit her first finger, which Jaina sucked softy, lewdly to experience anew the taste of her lover.
There was nothing in Azeroth that could have distracted Sylvanas from that sight as she watched Jaina's actions with a look of relish and rapture. The Dark Ranger let to let out a low, echoing moan at the sight, unable to stay still any longer.
“I want you, Jaina...”
Sylvanas pushed Jaina downwards onto her Dark Throne. Fortunately, the symbol of Forsaken power was big enough that Jaina could lie down on her back comfortably, only her legs past her knees extending beyond its clutches. The Banshee Queen sighed as she looked down at the young sorceress’ sweet young form, clothed in its mage’s robes that did not manage to fully obscure the lithe female form or the sorceress’ large round breasts. If only she had taken the time to remove Jaina’s clothing.
There was no more patience in Sylvanas now, though, not after Jaina’s early ministrations. She had wanted this from the very beginning, and now the young sorceress had fingered her into even greater desire. The Dark Lady braced her legs on the armrests of her throne, her body lowering itself towards the glowing, beautiful face below.
Jaina looked upwards, treated to a glorious, uninhibited view of Sylvanas' descending pussy, still visibly aroused. She could see past it as well, up the curve of the Banshee Queen’s armoured breasts to her face which was looking downwards raptly with red eyes. The Elf ears were fully extended, the blonde hair framing Sylvanas’ face magnificently.
The young sorceress could not help herself. A pink tongue snaked out between her lips in preparation, Jaina’s blue eyes closing as she awaited the Dark Ranger’s arrival. Sylvanas Windrunner let her eyes travel down Jaina again to the young face that was the very picture of human beauty, the tender nose, blue eyes closed in anticipation, lips parted by the tongue that the Banshee Queen wanted to feel again more than anything.
Sylvanas paused with her resplendent nude form poised above, smiling wickedly.
“Excellent,” the Dark Lady of the Forsaken said in her iron tones, sending a thrill of excitement through Jaina. “Lick my pussy. That is a royal command, sorceress.”
Without waiting a single aching moment further, Sylvanas finally completed her decent, locking her dripping pussy onto the face of Jaina Proudmoore as if the two had been designed for it.
The position was not totally comfortable for either party. Jaina’s legs extended off the throne at the knees, leaving them dangling over the edge. Sylvanas had to brace her own legs on the armrests of her throne, requiring significant strength. Quickly both women were lost to such worldly concerns though in their respective pleasures. For Sylvanas there was only the feeling of Jaina’s tongue swirling within her, pleaure and fondness burgeoning within her for the lovely Archmage. The sorceress continued her ministrations, demonstrating her own affection for the Banshee Queen who had saved her life to emerge as her latest lover.
Jaina’s tongue flicked into Sylvanas again and again, the sorceress’ blue eyes opening repeatedly to study her situation before closing again. Sylvanas observed from above, studying the blonde head between her thighs with hungry red eyes. One particularly strong lash made the Banshee Queen moan, her leg muscles straining as they sustained her weight. Jaina reflected that she must have quite the strength to hold herself up like that. Sylvanas was no slouch in the athletic department it seemed.
Jaina continued to lick at the pussy perched on her face, both parties lost in timeless, indescribable joy. Eventually though Sylvanas reached a new height of rapture as Jaina unrestrainedly pushed her tongue ever further inside her lover’s pussy, the sorceress’ fingers also at furious work around the tongue.
“Jaina…I am so…very…close…” Sylvanas panted.
The blonde sorceress contemplated that. It seemed the proud, strong Banshee Queen was about to cum powerfully on Jaina’s face and tongue. That enamouring thought only made Jaina smile wider, seen with delight by her lover above, as the Archmage kept up her efforts, plunging her tongue deeply inside Sylvanas.
As Sylvanas felt the sorceress’ pierce full length into her, that familiar sensation suddenly changed as Jaina suddenly locked her mouth on every bit of the Banshee Queen’s pussy she could find and sucked furiously. There was nothing Sylvanas could do at that absolutely magical sensation other than explode in orgasm, sending a wave of her fluids into the blonde sorceress’ hungry mouth below. Louder than anything Jaina had heard from Sylvanas yet, the Banshee Queen let out a screech to mark her own furious climax.
Jaina’s eyes shot open to study the powerful armoured figure writhing in orgasm above. The blonde hair tossed this side and that, the red eyes closed, then opening again as it sensed the blue eyed gaze. Their eyes locked together as Sylvanas continued spasming into Jaina’s mouth as the other kept sucking furiously, her mouth unyielding as it took in all the Banshee Queen’s climax. That wondrous suction only served to make Sylvanas’ orgasm go on longer than any she could remember.
“Oh…Jaina…” Sylvanas panted as the greater fury of her release passed. Aftershocks continued, a testament to the power of her release, but Jaina simply would not stop. The young sorceress breathed through her nose, the only way she could with her mouth all but glued to Sylvanas’, the gentle warm exhalations into the Banshee Queen’s pussy only extending Sylvanas’ delight.
Then the wonderful experience was finally over. Sylvanas had fallen bonelessly onto the armrests, her form no longer held up rigidly but instead collapsing in post-orgasmic bliss. Incredulous, the Banshee Queen saw Jaina still upon her, blue eyes staring upwards in mixed affection, mischief and delight. Jaina hadn’t simply pleasured her; she had consumed every bit of Sylvanas’ essence and left not a drop to be wasted. Even now the young sorceress remained sucking away devotedly, dutifully.
“Enough, Jaina,” Sylvanas panted as she reached, finally, a measure of overstimulation. Jaina smiled widely again and came off the Banshee Queen’s pussy with a soft pop. The blonde Archmage’s lips were glistening, and her mouth opened wide to show an amount of clear juices that would not shame a male ejaculation.
“I…” Sylvanas studied the sight for a sight for a moment, and reflected on the unyielding devotion the sorceress had just demonstrated. “That's so hot...”
The Banshee Queen removed herself from her lovely perch and even further off the armrests. She stood above the sorceress for a moment as Jaina laid backwards on the Dark Throne, tongue working inside her mouth, analyzing the newfound deposit of fluids before swallowing lewdly with relish. Sylvanas let herself descend gently forward. Jaina’s body was warm and her breasts pillowed her own as Sylvanas’ lips met those of the fellow blonde, getting a good taste of herself as the Archmage returned the kiss passionately.
Sylvanas enjoyed the taste of herself upon Jaina’s sweet lips a moment more, then broke then kiss. The Dark Lady’s blonde locks tumbled around her face as she descended lower down Jaina’s body, between the pair of clothed breasts. Jaina might like Sylvanas in her outfit of rule, the Banshee Queen thought to herself, but to her there was one way that Jaina looked best.
Sylvanas dug her hands into Jaina’s robes and thrust them open to fully expose the glorious nude form of the young blonde sorceress once more.
Carefully the Banshee Queen kissed between the two heaving breasts with nipples fully erect in the air. Jaina sighed as the beautiful Sylvanas continued her journey down her young female form until she reached her destination and kissed upon her own pubic hair.
Sylvanas’ blue face and glowing red eyes studied between Jaina’s legs for a moment, ears extended and twitching. Then a pair of blue arms wound themselves into Jaina’s legs, gently pushing them apart. Jaina hardly resisted as her legs opened to expose her pussy fully to Sylvanas.
There was a pause as Sylvanas studied the sight of the sorceress’ lovely and visibly aroused pussy, and then she looked up to Jaina. Her iron tones usually reserved for her subjects once again came into her voice.
“I want you.”
“I will have you.”
Then Sylvanas buried her head furiously into Jaina Proudmoore’s pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the sorceress.
The Banshee Queen was more experienced with cunnilingus than her partner and it showed. Jaina’s body quickly began to heave at the pleasurable sensations Sylvanas inflicted upon her. The Dark Lady knew that it was not always the depth of penetration that mattered, but the difference of strokes, the variation and the technique. Sylvanas was only too pleased to demonstrate on her willing test subject, as she flicked her head around that moist pussy. Jaina cried out and wound her arms downward onto Sylvanas’ head, fingers wound into those beautiful framing blonde locks she loved so much.
The Dark Ranger continued her exquisite efforts and Jaina knew that she was already close to her orgasm, far sooner than it had taken for Sylvanas. The Banshee Queen was simply too skillful, and the emotions of the day had lowered her inhibitions. Not only that but the sweet recent memory of the powerful Sylvanas Windrunner shuddering in her own orgasm above was an endearing and inflaming one. Jaina was close, but she clung onto the precipice as best she could. The blonde sorceress studied the wiggling Elf ears and blue face between her legs, and sighed at the enamouring sight. She could not possibly last much longer in such exquisite rapture.
There came a sudden pop behind Sylvanas, of displaced air. The Banshee Queen and her Archmage lover were both far too distracted to notice it at first, wrapped up instead in their pleasures. But Jaina opened her eyes to see a familiar male figure, studying the scene behind the unaware Sylvanas. There was a sudden rush of adrenaline and fear inside Jaina but that only served to send her even closer to her climax, too close to the edge to stop herself. Even with the knowledge of who was observing them, the young blonde sorceress cried out and came with an almost explosive, shuddering power.
The Banshee Queen’s ears twitched at that as she tasted her lover’s fierce orgasm and her mouth drove forward. Returning the earlier favour to her lover, Sylvanas Windrunner locked her lips on the beautiful spasming pussy of Jaina Proudmoore sucked for all she was worth. The feeling was incomparable. The sight of the newcomer was a distant memory for Jaina as she exploded in ecstasy, screaming as she sent what must have been a veritable tide of her juices into the Dark Lady of the Forsaken’s willing mouth.
Jaina’s body shuddered in rapture, contorting in her climax, white-blonde hair shaking. Sylvanas looked up with red eyes and studied the sight of Jaina in her orgasmic throes with a smile, keeping her mouth firmly against the young sorceress’ pussy in uncompromising sucking. Jaina could not control herself for many seconds as she plunged into the deep abyss of orgasm.
The young blonde soreress’ legs eventually went slack around Sylvanas’ head. Jaina panted, her eyes closed, still enjoying the sensation of the Banshee Queen’s mouth and lips upon her most sensitive area. Then Jaina’s eyes opened, remembering the observing man still there, watching the situation with an unreadable expression on his face.
Jaina’s eyes met the stranger’s and she let out a startled gasp. Immediately, the Banshee Queen knew something was amiss, spinning around to grab for her bow next to the throne. In an instant a dark arrow was pointed at the intruder by one of the most formidable archers in Azeroth. The Dark Ranger looked fierce, even with her blue mouth gleaming with Jaina’s fluids and the exposed legs of her pantless form. Squarely behind her, protected by Sylvanas, was Jaina with her sweat-gleaming form lying on the Dark Throne.
The man made no move to stop the Banshee Queen. There was a fierceness and fury Jaina had not often seen on Sylvanas’ face as she confronted the intruder.
“Who are you? How did you get in here? What do you want?”
The man made no reply except to look past Sylvanas to Jaina. The sorceress cleared her throat, her world and body still spinning from her recent, powerful orgasm.
“Sylvanas Windrunner, Banshee Queen of the Forsaken,” Jaina said, voice sheepish, low, and exhausted.
“Meet Kalecgos, leader of the Blue Dragonflight and Aspect of Magic.”
She paused before completing her introduction.
“My boyfriend.”
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