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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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Silence reigned in the Royal Chambers of the Undercity.
All three parties continued their standoff as Sylvanas contemplated Jaina’s last words, the former Elf’s face was a still mask.
Kalecgos was equally motionless within his comely human form. What gave his true nature away though were the brilliantly shining eyes, a shade of colour so pure that they almost hurt to look at. There radiated a sense of power from him that Sylvanas had never known from any creature she had ever met...including Arthas.
It seemed that Jaina Proudmoore was entrancing to members of the opposite sex as well, and even dragonkin. The thought prompted a rush of jealousy inside Sylvanas.
Of all the things to compete against for the young sorceress’ attentions, it was a dragon and the current Aspect of Magic.
Jaina's naked form was still splayed upon the Dark Throne, and the sorceress eventually realized the absurdity of her situation. She rose to grab her nearby clothes on visibly unsteady legs.
Sylvanas observed her difficulty with satisfaction. Clearly Jaina had experienced a powerful enough orgasm at her hands (or, more accurately, mouth) to leave her still recovering. The Banshee Queen peripherally observed her finally clothe herself and turn back.
“Kalec, I-“ Jaina began.
Kalecgos cut her off with a thundering voice, but somehow Sylvanas knew no one could hear it but them. If the dragon could appear at will inside the very center of Forsaken power he was likely as powerful as she feared. There would be no interruptions unless he wanted there to be.
“I came as soon as I had heard of your capture, Jaina,” Kalec intoned. It was not fair to say he was merely speaking for that did not do it justice. His voice reverberated and his eyes shone with a pure, unremitting light.
“I would never leave you in the clutches of these creatures.”
He paused.
“And here I stand now a witness to this.” His voice took on an edge of tiredness but there was more than a little anger in it. “Explain yourself. If you dare.”
Sylvanas met the fury of the dragon with no trace of fear. The Banshee Queen did not often meet her peers in power and even less often those that exceed it. Even with so she did not back down, instead unleashing a burning red glare at the humanoid dragon.
“Sylvanas.” Jaina said softly.
The Dark Ranger did not reply at first, eyes locked on Kalecgos with mutually uncompromising expressions. Both seemed to be striving for dominance over the other.
Sylvanas would be damned before she showed any sign of weakness to this creature. Jaina was hers and she knew the young sorceress reciprocated her feelings…the evidence was only mounting.
“What is it, Jaina.” Sylvanas finally replied.
“Lower your bow.”
Sylvanas hesitated. Then with a single smooth gesture she dropped her weapon, the act drawing no response from Kalecgos.
The Banshee Queen moved purposefully to the side, addressing her own bottomless nature by picking up her own hastily discarded clothing. While Jaina’s own movements had been slow and almost guilty, Sylvanas’ own moves were efficient, obvious, and full of defiance.
When she too was clad once more, the Dark Ranger turned again to confront Kalecgos.
“You may have been her former lover, dragon, but she loves another now. You cannot deprive her of the choice of her heart. If you truly care for her-“
Kalecgos made a sudden casual, slashing gesture at chest level. Almost immediately, a cone of azure light surrounded the Banshee Queen, a circle of entrapping magic that cut off her words and levitated her bizarrely into the air.
Filled with fear, Jaina cried out.
“Don’t hurt her, Kalec. Please!”
“She need not be harmed. I merely mean to spare us from her feeble diatribe.” Kalecgos looked away from his new prisoner to the blonde sorceress. “You cannot trust her or any of her words, Jaina. She is undead.”
“She is Forsaken, that much is true,” Jaina said. “There is a difference.”
Kalecgos considered the words for a moment. “Why do you defend her?”
Jaina hesitated. “She saved my life, Kalec. More than once.”
“Saved your life?” the humanoid dragon laughed in a horrifying sound full of scorn. “She is an enemy who had you captured. Not only that but now she has somehow twisted your mind to her advantage. You are a prisoner who now defends your captor. Do you understand how ridiculous you sound?”
Kalecgos looked to the immobile, levitating Sylvanas and spoke again.
“I easily have the power to remove you from this place. To protect you from the likes of this Banshee Queen. Of our relationship, I am not sure of the damage. But I owe you at least as much as making sure you are safe.”
Jaina looked to Kalecgos pleadingly. “You would be making me as much a prisoner when I first came here, Kalec. I want to stay here with Sylvanas, for I have seen there is more to her than even you can know. I have seen it myself.”
The young sorceress hesitated briefly before plunging irrevocably forward. “I love her.”
The words were strong. Kalecgos’ expression changed from one of anger to one more innocent.
Sadness.
“Why, Jaina,” Kalecgos said softly. “I thought we had found joy with each other.”
Apologetically Jaina met his eyes. “We did Kalec. I will never forget the times we shared...but now it's time to move on.”
“You think I will simply leave you here as slave to these...Forsaken?”
Jaina gave him a fierce look. “I am no slave. And you will leave us if you truly care for me Kalec. This is what I want.”
Kalecgos' expression changed and Jaina suddenly felt a tingling that reached every corner of her body.
“There is no enchantment on you, Jaina,” Kalecgos said quizzically. “Your emotions are pure.”
“They are.”
Kalecgos looked only all the sadder at this realization, and Jaina felt herself wanting to comfort him but she knew she couldn’t.
“It was always your choice to be with me, and mine to be with you, Jaina. If this is truly your will…”
Jaina looked at him with watery eyes. “I’m sorry Kalecgos, for what this is doing to you. You do not deserve this.”
“I am sorry too.” Kalecgos sighed and repeated his earlier slashing gesture. The column of light around the Banshee Queen vanished. Sylvanas fell lightly back to her feet, expression as inscrutable as ever.
The Dark Ranger in turn felt the curious sensation as the dragon analyzed her as well with his piercing stare.
“For what it is worth she loves you as well, Jaina.” Kalecgos said the words slowly as if they pained him. “Pure love between two souls is a rare and precious gift in any world.”
“You will take care of her, Banshee Queen.” It was a calmly spoken statement but one with no shortage of underlying menace. “If you fail I will be back for you. I promise you that.”
Sylvanas looked defiantly at him. “I will protect Jaina. You have my word on everything left I hold dear.”
The Aspect of Magic cast one final, fraught glance to the sorceress.
“I still love you Jaina, know that. Be careful in this dark place. This Banshee Queen may not be enough to protect you from the dangers that approach even at this very moment.”
With these prophetic, doom-filled words, Kalecgos popped out of existence as swiftly as he had come, leaving nothing behind but a faint rush of displaced air.
Jaina did not truly realize when the tears had begun to fall from her eyes. The young sorceress let out a sob and fell to her knees, bringing her hands up to stem the flow.
Kalecgos had been good to her at every turn. She had been happy in his company and within his power. He had even loved her enough to leave her when he knew it was what she wanted.
She knew she had hurt him, hurt the leader of the Blue Dragonflight and the Aspect of Magic. Jaina felt an immense sense of guilt for it.
Amidst her despair she heard soft footsteps before a gauntleted hand touched her shoulder.
Jaina tensed for a moment, looking back up at Sylvanas. The Banshee Queen bore a sympathetic expression, all the more notable for how infrequently it graced her blue features. Her often blazing red eyes conveyed a new softness.
For once they did not kiss or shake in mutual desire. Sylvanas Windrunner simply hugged her, wrapping surprisingly strong arms around the young sorceress.
Jaina returned the embrace, body still shaking, crying into Sylvanas’ shoulder. The Dark Lady remained still, allowing the emotions to flow from her lover.
At length Jaina stilled, eyes looking upwards.
“Sylvanas,” she said quietly.
“Yes, Jaina?” the Banshee Queen replied just as softly.
“Do you ever regret this? How we feel about each other?” Jaina looked so insecure in that moment, so human and vulnerable. “It has cost both of us so much.”
Sylvanas considered for a moment before speaking a single word with iron resolve.
“Never.”
Jaina felt a rush of emotion surge into her at that, the sensation cutting through her haze of uncertainty and vulnerability.
The Banshee Queen looked at her young human lover and pressed on.
“I would do every decision I have made again if given the choice. What we have between us is true, Kalecgos said as much.”
“You said you loved me, Jaina Proudmoore. And I love you too.” Sylvanas brought her face forward into the tear-stained one and the young sorceress returned the kiss passionately, her arms snaking around the Banshee Queen’s regal form.
Dimly, Jaina was aware of the armoured breasts pressing into the soft cloth of her mage robes. The young sorceress also grew aware of certain other things as well…the warmth of Sylvanas’ mouth, the shapeliness of her body, the feeling between her own thighs and the moisture gathering there…
There came a sudden knocking. Both women lingered in the kiss as if they wanted nothing else in the whole world and then reluctantly broke apart.
“What is it?” Sylvanas demanded with more than a little heat, obviously irritated.
“My Queen, we have a grave matter that requires your attention.” The Deathguard at the door did not even have the grace to be abashed this time, his tone instead infused with urgency.
“What is it?”
“The son of Veryn Dallbright has dispatched a proclamation to the Undercity. He demands retribution, my lady.”
Sylvanas’ red eyes widened. “What?”
“He requests a parley with you and brings the defense force of the Bulwark in his cause. They are already marching down the main road as we speak.”
“Muster the garrison.” Sylvanas did not hesitate. “Have the various local commanders report to me at once. This will not stand.”
“Yes, my Queen.” Distantly they heard the Deathguard depart.
“I’m sorry, Jaina,” Sylvanas said. “We will have to postpone until later. Duty calls.”
Jaina only favoured her with a brilliant smile, face still glimmering with tears. “I understand.”
***
Athelion Dallbright rode through the Tirisfal Glades at the head of a marching column.
The young Forsaken rogue was a mix of swirling emotions. Pride at leading an army, anger at the death of his father, and no small measure of guilt and regret. It was sad that it had come to this. Athelion felt no joy in what he was doing but it was what had to be done.
His father had said as much to him in that still recent night where Athelion had confessed what he had seen, Sylvanas Windrunner and Jaina Proudmoore locked in their tryst.
“I will attempt to solve this personally, but in case I fail you must take up this mantle.”
Veryn Dallbright had pressed a scroll into his son’s hands. “My son, if I should not return to you…”
Athelion had felt himself tearing up and steeled himself. “You will return, Father. You are too important. Not only to me but to the Forsaken as a whole.”
“If I should not return,” Veryn repeated steadily. “Give this to Nereus. He will know what it means.”
Veryn Dallbright had defended the Bulwark against the Undead for years and the garrison was loyal to him. More to the point it was also conveniently positioned close to the Undercity.
“This scroll has the power to incite civil war in the Forsaken, my son,” Veryn said gravely. “I do not give it to even my own blood lightly.”
The elderly rogue had paused. “Sylvanas has been the center of our strength, our monarch and greatest warrior. I have been proud to serve under her as she ably defends our realm. The Forsaken have no shortage of foes, even within the Horde.”
“I will give my Queen a chance to solve this issue with a minimal amount of conflict; merely the life of one captive sorceress. If she is who I gauge, she will recognize our perilous position and allow it. If not…” Veryn had studied his son with a determined stare.
“You cannot allow a bewitched Sylvanas and this feeble human mage to control our people by any means at your disposal. That is the solemn, difficult task I place on you, Athelion, should I not return.”
“How, Father?” Athelion had asked his sire, a palpable sense of doom having permeating into the Lord Seneschal’s office.
“I do not know,” Veryn had confessed. “Civil war is not ideal. The Forsaken have many foes and our borders are hard beset, and these tactical difficulties have even forced us to join the vile Horde. But civil war is preferable to being handed to the Alliance and seeing our independence being undone.”
“Don’t go, Father,” Athelion had said feebly, childishly. “We need you.”
“I must do what I have always done; serve the Forsaken.” Veryn had given his son a final look of affection, regret, sadness, and resolution mixed in one.
“As must you.”
His father’s final words to him rang through Athelion’s ears even now. The Lord Seneschal had not survived his audience with the Queen; Athelion could only guess what had happened there.
One thing was certain though; the Banshee Queen and her prisoner were both still alive. That could not stand. It was the last command of his father, and he would obey.
Athelion Dallbright rode with his army towards his destiny, the fate of the Forsaken hanging in the balance.
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