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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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Sylvanas Windrunner pulled her tattered red cloak tighter around her deathly pale form as she walked through the Violet Citadel. She knew Lady Proudmoore had been close with Arthas and knew also she of all people wanted to see the Lich King’s reign ended. What better person to create a temporary truce with? That idealistic bubblehead would certainly go for it, what with all her peace talks and refusal to go to war with the Horde. Sylvanas approached the corridor she had been told Jaina’s room was in, chilled as she noted her own sister made her home here in the Violet Citadel. Vereesa…She hadn’t spoken to her in such a long time. But no, now would not be the time, she was a disgusting abomination now; Vereesa would not wish to see her like this.

      Lost in her thoughts, Sylvanas was jarred awake by the sound of Jaina’s bedroom door opening. Quickly, The Banshee Queen leapt into the shadows, hiding just around the corner as she shifted to her incorporeal form. If she breathed still, her breath would have caught in her throat when she was sure she saw Prince Kaelthas Sunstrider leaving Jaina’s room, placing a masked helm upon his head. When the supposedly dead prince was out of sight and out of ear shot, Sylvanas walked up to the door and knocked authoratively. “Lady Proudmoore?” She called out in her crisp, commanding if a bit raspy voice.

       The door opened slowly and Jaina looked out brokenly, though seeing it was Sylvanas, she immediately shook it off and stood straight and proud, every bit the beautiful and regal leader she was always thought of as. “Lady Windrunner, I did not expect to see you here. Do you need something?”
         Sylvanas brushed past Jaina, entering the room and sitting cross legged on the floor. “Close the door.”
           Jaina raised an eyebrow, but did so, sensing no violent hostility from Sylvanas.
        “Sit.” The Banshee Queen continued, indicating the spot on the floor across from her.
        Jaina complied, still looking rather confused. “Forgive me, Lady Windrunner, but what is your purpose visiting my room and ordering me around?” Jaina frowned, clearly confused by all of this.
      “Kaelthas Sunstrider just left your room, I am sure of it. You, however, are engaged to Thrall. My sources have eyes everywhere, do not lie to me.” Sylvanas replied bluntly. “Explain.”
       “You don’t care about Thrall even as an ally. You see him as a convenient pawn. Why should you care?” A hint of worry entered Jaina’s voice. Would Sylvanas really cause her this sort of trouble?
        “You’re right, however I know Prince Kaelthas too well, and also I know you. You are no whore; you are so inherently pure and good that it sickens me to think of you. This tells me that what I am seeing cannot be correct. What am I seeing?” Sylvanas demanded.
          Jaina bit her lip, looking away for a moment. She couldn’t tell Sylvanas. Kael would find a way to make something awful happen to Thrall. “No! you…you’re wrong! I am a whore, nothing but a filthy, pathetic whore. Everything you saw is what it seems!” She valiantly fought back the tears well in her bright blue eyes.
            Sylvanas frowned. Sickeningly pure or not, Jaina was beautiful and in all honesty, Sylvanas had never seen her so fragile, so delicate before. Whatever was happening to her, Sylvanas felt strangely inclined to take pity. Not one to go soft, she’d have to go about it in a way that befitted her. “I see, then…Well, if you are, then come here.”
           “What?” Jaina seemed confused.
          “You heard me, pretty mage, I said come here.” Sylvanas beckoned the young woman forward.
          Jaina blushed brightly and slowly approached the dark ranger; looking curiously up at her yet somehow being so close to Sylvanas was very comforting.
          Sylvanas grabbed the front of Jaina’s skimpy white and gold top, pulling it up to reveal her large, round breasts. Perky and perfect with soft little pale pink nipples. “Cute.” Sylvanas smirked, gripping Jaina’s breasts and running her thumbs gently over the nipples.
           “What are you doing?!” Jaina gasped, pulling away in shock, yet not quite disgusted by this.
         “Well you told me you are a filthy, pathetic whore. How else am I to treat one of those?” Sylvanas asked her voice falsely innocent.
          “I…suppose….” Jaina frowned uncomfortably, not backing away any further.
         “Then strip.” Sylvanas’ red eyes glowed a bit, almost hungrily as she admired the mage.
          “I…” Jaina looked helplessly at Sylvanas, a desperate look of being torn between keeping up her façade to protect Thrall or throwing herself at Sylvanas’ mercy and hoping she would help.
        “Ah, I see…you said you are a whore, not a slut. A whore requires payment, does she not?” Sylvanas smirked, taking out a pouch of gold. She pulled down Jaina’s skirt and admired for a moment the violet silk thong she wore before tying the pouch to it. “There, I trust that is sufficient for such a beautiful and highly sought after whore. But for that price, I will expect a bit more…” Sylvanas slid her arms around Jaina, pulling her close then slowly pushing her down between her legs. Once Jaina was there, Sylvanas held her down with only one hand as she moved the other to undo her leather pants, sliding them down revealing a dark red leather thong. “Take it off with your teeth.” She commanded.
         Jaina blushed a bit, but was finding herself somewhat aroused by this treatment, even more so by the scent of equally feminine arousal emanating from that red leather thong. She knew Sylvanas would never help her if it didn’t further her personal agenda, so in that moment, Jaina opted to play along, taking the leather between her teeth and beginning to ease it down as well as she could, slowly revealing the dark grey-blue pussy lips. The colour didn’t disturb her, though, it was unique, interesting. Besides, those folds were still soft and though cold obviously quite clean and not rotted. How Sylvanas stayed so perfectly preserved, Jaina was not sure. But either way, it was clear what The Dark Lady wished. Slowly, Jaina stuck out her soft pink tongue, sliding it over the Banshee Queen’s folds like a kitten lapping at milk.
           “Mm…yes, good girl.” Sylvanas grinned, reaching down to pet Jaina’s hair. She had to admit, the mage was quite good at pleasing another woman. Sylvanas deeply enjoyed the feeling of that warm, living human tongue gliding over her labia and then slowly tonguing her opening. Of course it helped that the mage did not neglect the most sensitive places, her tongue soon gliding upwards to tease Sylvanas’ clit, still quite sensitive to stimulation despite her lack of blood flow. “You are quite an excellent whore, pretty mage.” Sylvanas taunted, pushing Jaina’s head further down, forcing her face right up against Sylvanas’ crotch. “I may even pay you a greater sum by the time this is over.”
         Jaina couldn’t manage a reply as her face was pressed so closely to the cold yet dripping wet folds. She continued licking deeply and sensually until Sylvanas pushed her away. Jaina looked up at her, rather confused. “You had not orgasmed yet, are you sure I shouldn’t continue?”
        Sylvanas replied by pinning Jaina down and kissed her deeply. “Mmm….Tastes like you got pretty messy down there. But now…now I think it’s time I returned the favor.” This would be wonderful. It would serve yet a second purpose, in fact. In a way, Sylvanas felt if she thoroughly dominated Jaina and left her begging for more, it was a shot at Arthas as well. Jaina had been his lover, after all. In a way, it was taking something precious to him, something that possibly deep down he could still hold dear to him. Jaina could be the last thing keeping that bastard’s unlife from being the private hell he deserved. And she would take that; sever any tie left between them.

      Sylvanas looked around, caught up in the moment. She needed rope…Looking over at the dresser; some silk sashes for holding on robes were visible strewn across the top. “Go lay down on the bed. Spread eagled.” Sylvanas commanded.
           Jaina stood up and walked over to the bed. The fervor Sylvanas was exhibiting about this whole thing immediately set her mind in motion. Sylvanas wanted this too, needed it on some level. Though Jaina wasn’t perfectly honed in on the fact this was an act of revenge, she was aware that perhaps in doing this for Sylvanas, helping her with whatever it was this was accomplishing for her, be it only sexual arousal or much more, perhaps she could acquire an ally. Someone who might help her release herself from Kael’s clutches. The decision was made, then. Besides, it didn’t hurt that Sylvanas was beautiful and awoke a sense of forbidden desire within the mage. Submitting to her would be far more pleasurable than submitting to Kael.

         Once Jaina was positioned as Sylvanas had ordered, the Banshee Queen began tying her up, tightly binding her wrists to the headboard and her ankles to the lower bed posts. Finally, when the archmage was spread-eagled on the bed and unable to do much more than struggle by way of movement, Sylvanas looked her over. “Hmm… What to do with you now.” She tapped an elegant, pale grey finger to her lips as she thought. “ Well, first of all, let’s see if you’re nice and ready for our little game.” And with that she slowly slid down the thong Jaina was still wearing, giving an appreciative nod. “You’ve got quite a cute little pussy. I haven’t seen one so delicate and pink since before my death.” The Banshee queen smirked, sliding a finger over the warm, wet pink folds. “You feel so alive.”
         Jaina moaned softly as Sylvanas absently teased and played with her tight little pussy, occasionally dipping in one or two fingers or just caressing a bit. Sometimes she would venture upwards a little to pinch the archmage’s clit, already quite sensitive from the previous session. “What do you wish of me, my lady?” Jaina asked softly.
          “What a good whore to submit so nicely to her mistress.” Sylvanas nodded her approval, though well aware Jaina’s submission was a desperate ploy to gain Sylvanas’ help in whatever was ailing her. And indeed, Sylvanas would help and would at the same time help herself. “Right now just lay back and let Mistress Windrunner take care of everything. You’re in the palm of my hand.” Or just maybe I’m in yours. Sylvanas thought a moment, admiring the beautiful young woman sprawled before her. She could easily see how Jaina commanded attention for her peace negotiations, she was gorgeous and though there had not been much speaking done today, Sylvanas knew from past experience how intelligent and eloquent the mage could be, best to treat her with care. She could be a powerful and quite pleasurable ally or an annoyingly difficult enemy.
         Sylvanas thought a moment and summoned up several icy chains she more often used for interrogations than such pleasurable purposes and bid them to writhe over Jaina’s prone, naked body, paying special attention to the most sensitive, tender places. One coiled around her breasts, rubbing against her nipples, drawing them to attention, little, pale and stiff against the cold metal. The end of that chain length, brought to some semblance of life by Sylvanas’ own mysterious power, began teasing Jaina’s tight opening.
           The sudden sharp sensation of cold drew a loud gasp from Jaina. The feeling was one of both pleasure and pain at the same time, yet one she enjoyed immensely. Her heartbeat quickened as she felt the freezing chain penetrate her unguarded pussy even deeper. She couldn’t close her legs or try and pull it out due to the restraints and so she instead opted to just enjoy it through the discomfort.
          “Yes, you like that, don’t you?” Sylvanas grinned, still clad in her leather thong, her top, her boots and gloves, even the intimidating shoulder pads she wore, all a subtle sign of her dominance as she climbed onto the bed, straddling Jaina’s hips. She leaned down and gripped the human’s shoulders, forcing a deep kiss on her lips, though Jaina did not fight the kiss or reject it, instead returning it, moaning softly against Sylvanas’ lips. “Mmm…So beautiful and you seem to be enjoying this, pretty human.”
         “Y…Yes!” Jaina panted between gasping in pleasure. “P...Please don’t stop!”
        “Am I better than he was?” Sylvanas whispered against Jaina’s lips, stopping the movements of the chains for the time being, awaiting an answer.
        Instantly, Jaina knew who Sylvanas spoke of. “I….” She paused a bit. She knew Arthas was gone, no longer himself…but that was just it. She stood against The Lich King, and he was not the man she had loved, Arthas was. “I don’t know, I was never with the man who killed you.” She replied softly.
         “My sweet mage, you are splitting hairs. Arthas and the Lich King are one and the same. And for the record, he had not yet been bound to Nerzhul when he cut me down. It was your love who ended me life and I want to know, am I better than him? Am I pleasuring his greatest love better than he ever could?” Sylvanas’ eyes glinted and her words were spoken through clenched teeth.
         Could Jaina really speak ill of Arthas? The real Arthas, the one she had loved? SHE knew he wasn’t himself when he’d committed those atrocities. But was it worth it to convince Sylvanas of that fact? Sylvanas may be the only one who could help her. She was used to dealing in both subterfuge and elven politics. She was every bit a match for Kaelthas’ scheming and, what was more, as an archer and woman with knowledge of swordplay; Sylvanas was unbound by the lockdown on this room. Besides…Arthas was gone. Jaina couldn’t believe her mind had gone there; it was a selfish thought, really, but Arthas WAS indeed gone. Jaina had a new life now, maybe when this was over, she could convince Thrall to let Sylvanas be part of that life, this certainly felt good and the Banshee Queen certainly was beautiful. With a slight moment’s hesitation, she nodded. “Yes, by The Light, yes, Mistress Windrunner!” She replied and with that reply, a squeal of ecstasy would follow as Sylvanas started the chains’ movements up again, a bit harder and faster now.
           “That’s what I thought….However…” She stopped the chains again, banishing them and laying beside Jaina, holding her close and sliding a hand down between those warm, so very alive legs. “I can’t spend all my time fucking whores; people would think I was desperate.” She slid two fingers gently into Jaina’s pussy. “Do you see my problem?” She added a third. “Besides, you’re too tight to be a whore. Even with all that orc dick, three fingers still hardly fit.”
    Jaina nodded gently. “I…I see what you…Ohhh! What you mean, Mistress.” She panted gently as Sylvanas moved those three fingers in and out of her, slowly, sensually, almost tauntingly so. “What do you intend to do about it?”
      “Well, perhaps if I loosen up that pretty little pussy of yours, it’ll loosen you tongue as well and then just maybe you’ll tell me what’s REALLY going on.” Sylvanas continued her work, managing by this point to also get her pinky in along with the three fingers already inside. Now her thrusting was a bit slower and deeper, yet harder, trying not to pull out at all given the work it had taken to get that all inside.
      “I…I…oohhhh! W…Will not tell so easily, Mistress.” Jaina grinned coyly. “You will…ahh! Need a lot more force to get anything out of me.”
        “Well, we’ll see how much you can take then, pretty mage.” Sylvanas chuckled, still thrusting with four fingers, running her thumb along the labia, deceptively soothing and relaxing as she worked to make the eventual stretching easier.
         Jaina was squirming a bit in pleasure against the silk chords tying her to the bed. She still couldn’t quite reach her release, certain Kael was still watching, could still see what was going on. But if he could, then wouldn’t he be rushing down here to remove Sylvanas? She could be a threat to him, she was asking questions, albeit in quite an erotic way. What was his game? Or could he really not see what was happening?
        Sylvanas smirked a bit, moving her thumb now to work it in alongside the other fingers. A knowing look upon her face. That dirty bastard was as much a mage as Jaina was, he knew of scrying orbs, possibly to a greater extent even being elvish and such orbs being commonplace in Quel’thalas. But Sylvanas was a master of subterfuge and sneaking through shadows, avoiding detection. She hadn’t been Ranger General of Silvermoon for no reason, after all. And in her undead form, she found the mere aura that hung over her, though not visible, easily disrupted such things as scrying orbs. The orb would be unable to show a picture, at least for this room. “He can’t see us, you know.” She whispered as with some effort she slid her entire fist into Jaina’s pussy. “And it seems to me you are finally nice and relaxed, my little whore….or aren’t you?”
       Jaina bit her lip a bit, panting heavily from the entirely different form of penetration she was now feeling, whimpering a bit in pleasure yet also discomfort as Sylvanas began to pump her fist slowly further in, then back a bit but never withdrawing it completely. ‘I…I….” She began, unable to really speak much, blushing brightly as her body trembled a bit.
     “Mmm….You…you…what?” Sylvanas taunted, stopping the motion for a moment.
   “I’m….” Jaina looked pleadingly up at Sylvanas, begging her without speaking to continue.
    Sylvanas, knowing the other woman was close, began pumping again, a bit harder and faster. “He can’t hear us either.” She whispered, nipping at Jaina’s ear before continuing.
    “I….I’m not a wh….whoooooore!” Jaina managed to cry out as she finally orgasmed, her juices soaking Sylvanas’ fist and the closest part of her forearm, when finally the orgasm subsided, she collapsed weakly against the pillow.
       “As I thought.” Sylvanas grinned, quite pleased as she withdrew her fist, licking it and grinning. “Now, clean me off and then perhaps you have more to tell me.” She held her arm out to Jaina, who gladly obliged, beginning to lick her own juices off of Sylvanas’ arm and hand, smiling gratefully up at her.
     When Sylvanas’ arm was free of sex fluids, she untied Jaina and led her to the bathing area. When Jaina stepped towards the water, Sylvanas stepped back, getting a good look at her back and her ass. “Did he do this to you?” She demanded, though her tone was more like a concerned, if a bit commanding, older sister type. She pointed to the lacerations and bruising on Jaina’s ass, upper legs and lower back.
      Jaina nodded. “Yes. I wouldn’t call him ‘Master’ and so he beat me till I bled.” She shuddered a bit at the memory, that horrible look of weakness returning to her pretty face.
         Sylvanas seethed a bit with anger. To punish a defiant slave was one thing, but Kael had taken it too far and on someone he had no claim over to begin with. “What else did he do to you, I need to know, it makes it easier to help you.” She continued, taking Jaina around the waist and holding her close.

         “He kissed me afterwards, mockingly, and so I bit his lip, he then anally raped me and when I bled on him from the roughness, he forced me to lick it clean.” She admitted, fighting back tears.
         “It’s truly a weak man who has to violate a woman to show his dominance. Domination is an art form; rape is a twisted mockery of that.” Sylvanas growled. “A true master of domination knows how to balance pleasure and pain with a willing toy. To take an unwilling partner is weak and cowardly. It is to be lower than a worm. And I will see to it that this worm is crushed.”
        Jaina looked up at Sylvanas in mild surprise. “Y…You will?”
       “When Arthas tore my soul screaming from my body, that was a violation in its own right, when I was enslaved to him, I was subjected to violations akin to what you have suffered. I slept with you this night out of a desire to take the last thing Arthas held dear to him, but now I feel more deeply invested….It is time I repaid you for your assistance.” Sylvanas released her grip on Jaina’s waist.
       “Sylvanas?” Jaina looked back at her.
      “Yes?”
     “Please don’t go for now. Bathe with me. He can’t see me when you’re here, you said so yourself.” Jaina pleaded.
       “But what I do not understand is your inability to defend yourself. Yes, I’m sure he threatened Thrall and everything else you hold dear, but he could have been dead before he could teleport, I know well how strong you are.” Sylvanas frowned as she guided Jaina into the artificial hot spring and got in beside her.
       “He’s had an arcane lockdown placed on this room. I cannot cast spells; he’s immune to the lockdown as one of The Six. I wouldn’t even have a chance to grab a weapon.” Jaina replied.
       “Cowardice. So typical of a man who would force himself on someone.” Sylvanas spat. “I know well your suffering, but can you keep up a charade of normalcy for a while?”
        “I…suppose.” Jaina nodded. “I don’t see much other choice if you’ve got a long term plan. Besides, I may lack my magical abilities for the time being, but my will is as strong as ever.”
        “Good, I promise you, you will be free before long.” Sylvanas held Jaina close to her, comforting in her own way, but tightly and possessively. “Perhaps when this is over, Thrall will not object to you continuing as my pet when he is not around.”
       “I could also see if he’ll allow you to join us. I’m sure he’d find no reason not to enjoy the presence of two women.” Jaina replied as she gently picked up the scented oil from beside the spring, squeezing some onto her hands, rubbing them together and then caressing Sylvanas’ shoulders, running her hands sensually up and down her arms.
         “Mmm…wonderful, my pet.” Sylvanas followed suit, caressing Jaina’s breasts while rubbing in the scented oils.

(A/N: Sorry if this was not the longest or best scene for these two, but I guarantee you more Sylvanas/Jaina. I just received so many awesome suggestions from so many awesome people that I can’t fit them all into one scene.)
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