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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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The day was bleak.
Clouds hung overhead, obscuring the sun behind a dark curtain in the sky. Rain had yet to fall but its potential remained, a constant threat.
There was an unsettling feeling now about the Tirisfal Glades, a marked change from the peaceful times of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Danger seemed to be around every corner from the unnatural creatures who prowled the otherwise unsettling once verdant grasslands.
Even these threats paled to that which stood before the entrance to the Undercity. There the garrison of the Bulwark, led by the figure of Athelion Dallbright, stood in disciplined ranks before the Forsaken capital.
Opposite them were arrayed most of the defending garrison bar only those needed to secure the other entrances. Sylvanas had commanded as many soldiers as could be found on short notice to join the force. The Banshee Queen hoped a show of her might could intimidate the young and largely inexperienced Athelion.
Before these ranks of Undercity loyalists, mounted on an undead glowing with unholy brightness, was the Dark Lady herself. Some commanders might have lead from the rear but Sylvanas Windrunner had never been the type. She knew the Forsaken both needed and followed strength and had proven her own time and again. With a calculating intelligence her eyes lingered over the rebel ranks before fixing upon Athelion.
The rogue rode forth to meet her, the other's figure growing larger by the moment inh is vision. He remembered all too well the pale blue shade of the Banshee Queen’s skin, skull-adorned armour clinging to her female form, the daringly exposed midriff and chest. Her blonde hair snuck out a few fair strands from beneath the Dark Ranger’s cowl.
Once, understandably, Athelion had been quite smitten with his Banshee Queen. Of course those times were well past now.
He stopped a few meters away from Sylvanas and looked into her glowing red eyes without fear.
“Young Athelion,” Sylvanas greeted him in customary echoing tones. “How nice it is you’ve come for a chat. A pity you brought so many friends though; I do so much prefer intimacy.”
“Sylvanas.”
The way he casually addressed her was infuriating but the Banshee Queen chose to ignore it. “Why are you here?”
“You know why.” Athelion faced her boldly. “My father entrusted me with ensuring the Forsaken remained both strong and independent against a new threat.”
“And who provided these dire portents, pray tell?” Sylvanas studied him closely. Athelion groped for some falsehood but the hesitation gave him away. The Banshee Queen nodded, smiling.
“Ah. You’ve been spying on me, Athelion, haven’t you?”
Athelion did not feel it was something he should admit to. “No, Sylvanas…”
“Did you watch me lick Jaina’s pussy, Athelion?” the Banshee Queen said quietly, her red eyes keenly studying his reaction. “Did you watch her lick mine? She is surprisingly good as you no doubt saw.”
Despite himself Athelion flushed at that, and Sylvanas smiled cruelly in reply.
“You are far too easy to read, young rogue. You have no business being here and bringing an army to challenge my might. I assure you it will not end well for you. I have faced far greater threats than your feeble likes.”
“I am here only because I must be. I have a responsibility to both my father and as a member of the Forsaken.” Athelion was feeling more woefully outmatched by the moment but it would not do to show it.
“You want to talk, Athelion…so talk. If you wanted to attack instead, I highly doubt you would give me notice. Instead you would have tried something…more roguish.” Sylvanas smiled confidently. “You would have been welcome to try.”
“I have not come to assault the Undercity unless I must.” Athelion grew serious, his gaze intent. “You know how perilous our realm is better than anyone. We are in the midst of enemies who grow in strength every day while our own stagnate. You have even been forced into joining the Horde when you and your subjects despise them.”
He paused, studying the Banshee Queen’s features vainly for any sort of reaction.
“You know how much a civil war will cost us. It will bleed off our strength and leave us even more vulnerable to our enemies. Already the Bulwark is abandoned; what if the undead should attack it?”
“Where is this going, Athelion?”
“This.” The rogue removed his glove and flung it full into the Banshee Queen’s face. Sylvanas was far too swift for that though, the Dark Ranger catching the glove deftly and studying it carefully with red eyes.
“Single combat, Sylvanas...you and me. I have only one condition. You bring the harlot to watch as I end you, so she can behold how her scheme to control the Forsaken utterly fails.”
“Single combat," the Dark Lady mused. “You and me, avoiding all sorts of messy civil war. It sounds almost too good to be true, Athelion.”
“You are that confident you can win?” the rogue challenged. “I am no mere weakling, Sylvanas.”
The Banshee Queen only smiled at the weak bravado.
“It is true enough that I do not desire battle here, and for the sake of our people I must accept. You will have to be another casualty of your misguided conscience just like your father. He was a noble man, and you are truly his son…but it will not stop you from meeting your doom at my hands.”
“You killed him.” Athelion’s voice was controlled.
“He challenged me.” Sylvanas met his stare. “I do not accept challenges to my authority. I cannot. You know that.”
Athelion stood there in silence, his gaze growing colder by the moment. “I am going to kill you, Sylvanas. Two hours from now, in the city's main courtyard. Bring the whore.”
Sylvanas’ expression darkened at the last. “She is no whore, you upstart whelp. You dare to incite civil war and stand here in open threat to my rule. I should kill you where you stand.”
“If you did my force would attack yours. Even if you prevailed the Forsaken would be weakened. If you truly want this I cannot stop you.”
Athelion waited as the Banshee Queen's expression grew dark.
“Two hours, Athelion. Make peace with your end.”
“Consider your own actions, Sylvanas. You have far more to be guilty of than I do.”
Sylvanas wheeled her horse about, throwing a final red glare back over her fair shoulder. “You have no idea just how true that is, young Athelion.”
The Dark Lady departed, leaving the rogue to return to his own ranks and prepare himself for what was to come.
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“Single combat? Is he really so stupid?”
Marshal Bravar,the commander of the Undercity’s garrison, spoke to Sylvanas as the Banshee Queen perched negligently upon her Dark Throne.
“I cannot speak to his state of mind,” Sylvanas commented. “But this will save us much conflict. I do not fear him, and I will face him.”
“We can still attack,” Bravar offered weakly even as her other gathered advisors nodded in sycophantic agreement. “We could crush his force as he waits unprepared.”
“No.” Sylvanas swung her eyes to study them all. “I lead the Forsaken and if they need another example as to why I will give it to them.”
Her eyes flickered over at Jaina’s docile form in chains, almost lost in shadow at the corner of the room, and her fierce expression softened. “This is my fight.”
“As you wish, my Queen.” Bravar subsided.
“I have heard enough. Out, all of you. The day’s bloodletting will be tiring, and I must prepare.”
There was not even a hint of dissent. Each of the various commanders turned to depart, closing the thick iron doors behind them.
Sylvanas remained upon her seat to watch them go then moved her gaze to where Jaina remained bound. “You can take them off now, my dear.”
The sorceress broke free of her loose shackles and stood easily, blue eyes studying the Banshee Queen. “Sylvanas…”
“There is something more about this matter that concerns you, Jaina,” Sylvanas said. Her red eyes flicked unashamedly up and down the young sorceress’ form, lingering on certain areas that sent a thrill of excitement through Jaina even now.
“Athelion desires your presence at the duel. To watch me die, he says.” The Banshee Queen hesitated. “Of course I shall refuse him this condition at the last moment.”
Jaina looked at her. “Why?”
“Battle is never as simple as the strongest conquering the weakest, Jaina.” Sylvanas paused. “There is a great deal of luck and chance always at play. I am stronger by far but Athelion could simply be the more fortunate. If I should fall you should not be there to watch.”
“I want to be, Sylvanas.” Jaina did not hesitate. “What you have sacrificed…this entire conflict is because of me…”
“I have said it before,” the Dark Lady replied. “I would do everything as I have again if I had the choice.”
Sylvanas' expression grew pensive.
“I am glad Athelion offered single combat,” the former Elf admitted. “This situation was one of my own making. Now I can solve it myself without a risk to my people. It is my fight. Living or Forsaken we make our choices and must face the consequences.”
“I want to be there, Sylvanas. I won’t simply sit here as you face death.”
“Death.” Sylvanas smiled at that. “I have already faced death so often it has lost power over me. But now that I have something to live for…” Her expression grew softer, more worried.
“I am going to watch the duel.” Jaina’s voice took on her own note of steel. “You can’t risk Athelion backing out of the duel and attacking. Moreover, I want to see you gut that worm. And finally…”
The young sorceress’ chin rose defiantly. “You can’t stop me.”
Sylvanas looked at Jaina with amusement. “You really think so, Jaina? You make such claims, here in the center of my power?”
“You could only try.” Jaina studied the Banshee Queen boldly.
The Dark Lady held the look of the young blonde sorceress steadily, and then without warning she laughed. It was a strange sound, echoing as it did, and Jaina had a feeling it had not often been heard often in these haunted halls.
“You are worthy, Jaina Proudmoore,” Sylvanas said lightly afterward. “You have such fire burning in your heart and I love that about you. I know you are more than capable of protecting yourself.”
The Banshee Queen pondered for a moment longer before subsiding. “Very well. You can watch the duel. Just promise me you will be safe while I deal with this stripling.”
“How much longer do we have?” Jaina asked quietly.
“Around ninety minutes.” Sylvanas smiled. “I guess I should prepare…but there’s not really much more to do other than ponder what is to come.”
“Not much else to do?” Jaina echoed, voice taking on a husky edge. “Are you so certain?”
Sylvanas looked to the sorceress' expression and a smile favoured her lips. “On second thought I can think of something else much more exciting. It would be nice if you could find some way to take my mind off these mundane politics.”
“I’ll do my best,” Jaina promised. The Archmage approached the Dark Throne, letting a sensuous sway enter her step that Sylvanas observed with hungry red eyes.
“Now what has happened to the chaste young human I first met,” Sylvanas said playfully, eyes studying her lover’s movements with undisguised pleasure.
“I’ll show you just how chaste I am, Sylvanas.” Standing before the other Jaina reached into the folds of her mage robes. They parted swiftly to reveal her familiar peach skin and glorious nude form.
The blonde sorceress bore herself with a confident smile, letting the robe fall to the floor in a pool of cloth. She stepped over it naked and Sylvanas rose to meet her at last, the two kissing passionately.
As their tongues dueled Jaina’s arms snaked around the Banshee Queen. She reached for the clasp of Sylvanas’ cloak and unclasped it to let it fall behind her.
The kiss broke. Jaina’s hands deftly began to tug at this place and that, the armour of the Dark Ranger soon collected in a neglected pile around her upon the ground. As the Archmage exposed her Sylvanas looked unabashedly upon Jaina’s nudity.
The young sorceress was so vibrant and full of life, a wonderful contrast to the cold realm of the Forsaken. Everything about her screamed vitality, the vivid blue eyes, the pale pink nipples extended outward in arousal, the excited breaths, the face rapt in excitement. It made for a seductive vision even to as formidable a temptress as Sylvanas.
The Dark Ranger was left only in breastplate and leggings, bereft of her trademark cowl with blonde hair unleashed at last.
“What happened to you liking my attire?” the Banshee Queen commented wryly as Jaina’s hands fiddled eagerly at the clasp of her breastplate.
“That still has its charms...but I need to see you Sylvanas. All of you, like our first time.” The Banshee Queen felt the breastplate finally unlatch. “I don’t want there to be anything hidden between us.”
Jaina let the piece fall with a clatter to the ground to expose Sylvanas from the waist up. The blue breasts came free, bereft of their oppressive, unyielding prison at last. The young blonde studied them and their darker blue, almost purple nipples which were as erect as her own.
The sorceress wanted this time to be special; both had gone down on the other already, had tasted their lover’s womanhoods. Now Jaina wanted to experiment with the lush beauty of the Banshee Queen.
It was as almost an afterthought that Jaina tugged down Sylvanas’ leggings, once again exposing the sights there for her hungry eyes. The young sorceress had to kneel to do it and Jaina kissed right in the center of Sylvanas’ blonde mound, teasingly, promisingly, before rising.
The smell of their growing arousal grew in the cold, still air as both once more drank in the glory of the other’s naked form.
After a long moment Jaina took the lead for once. She was filled with a sense of contentment that both of them were now fully exposed to each other. In too short a time this strong, brave Banshee Queen would be fighting a dangerous duel all for her.
Jaina wanted Sylvanas to know that she had something to fight for.
The Archmage sorceress brought her face forward into Sylvanas’, kissing those dark lips fiercely. Both blue and pink arms snaked against the other, the silky locks of their blonde and white locks hair tickling the other’s face. Jaina felt the endearing sensation of Sylvanas’ breasts once again press into hers, both of a wonderfully equal size.
It was heavenly. Jaina could not help herself, shaking her chest to one side then the other, her sensitive erect nipples pressing into Sylvanas’ own. The Banshee Queen smiled into their kiss and mirrored the gesture, and Jaina shuddered in pleasure before breaking away.
“You know, I guess we’ve been too occupied with…other locations,” Sylvanas said slyly, her gaze fixed downwards at Jaina’s luscious globes. “I haven't fully appreciated what a nice chest you have.”
In response Jaina bent downwards, a curtain of white-blonde hair falling forward with the growing force of gravity. Her mouth took one of Sylvanas’ blue breasts inside and latched onto the nipple. Jaina’s face grew almost feral as she bit softly into that hard dark nub, leading Sylvanas to exhale but she did not push the blonde head away.
The young sorceress eventually lifted her head away, leading to a faint sound of loss from above before she repeated her actions on the other breast. The Banshee Queen was soaring, stimulated in a new way, enjoying the sight of the enrapturing face of Jaina Proudmoore licking at her breasts with relish.
Jaina pushed her lover backwards, hands still clutching at Sylvanas’ breasts, as if the sorceress could not keep her hands off them. The Dark Ranger let herself fall onto her own throne as Jaina wanted. The young sorceress reflected on the resplendent nude form of the Banshee Queen upon her seat of power, a sight that was hers alone.
Sylvanas continued to let Jaina have her way; she felt the hungriness, the curiosity in her lover and did not want to interrupt. The young blonde sorceress perched herself above on the armrests as once the Banshee Queen had done to her. She felt a sense of power as she towered over the unmoving Sylvanas, who studied the young blonde above with glowing red eyes.
Their first encounters had been so…furious, urgent. This one was something different; more patient, explorative, and fraught with implications of what was to come.
“I want to try something,” Jaina confessed. She straddled one of Sylvanas’ large breasts from above. The Banshee Queen waited, watching as Jaina lowered herself onto the erect nipple.
Jaina didn’t know what she expected, all she knew was that she wanted to try it. She felt her pussy very slightly penetrated by the nipple, the cushion of Sylvanas’ breast as she lowered herself upon it. Sylvanas felt the moist heat of Jaina’s womanhood upon her sensitive nub, studying the young sorceress’ nude form that towered above her, leaving glistening fluids of arousal upon her breast as she finally broke away.
From high above, Jaina studied Sylvanas’ now glistening breast and lifted off the armrests, bending down to take the moist nipple in her mouth. Sylvanas groaned as Jaina tasted herself upon the Banshee Queen with a hungry expression.
Then Jaina let herself fall slowly on top of Sylvanas. Their bodies merged lewdly once again upon the throne, their legs alone stretching beyond its cavernous grasp. Sylvanas decided to return the favour from earlier, taking a bit of initiative at last, bending her head downwards to suck at Jaina’s own pink nipple. The Banshee Queen bit down on the erect tips even harder than the young sorceress had, leading Jaina to unleash a cry of insignificant pain and greater pleasure.
Their faces returned to level. Unbidden their legs wound into each other, forms beautifully intertwined. Both women felt their moist cores sliding along the smooth lengths of each other’s legs, leaving moist trails of liquid upon the other. The blue eyes and the red met, breasts connected anew, each lover writhing against the other.
None of this had been planned, but it was a glorious evolution nonetheless. They could feel the other slide along the lengths of the leg, occasionally humping themselves into the hot, smooth skin of the other. Jaina felt her womanhood travel along the length of the Banshee Queen’s strong thighs. Unable to restrain herself, she reached a hand downwards between Sylvanas’ legs and was shocked even now by how much moisture she felt there. It was an easy enough thing to sink a finger, then two, and even more into her lover.
Sylvanas allowed herself to enjoy Jaina’s fingering, her head arched into the young sorceress’ shoulder. Then she, like any good lover, began to reciprocate. Jaina felt the Dark Ranger’s deft, nimble fingers penetrate into her welcoming pussy with delight.
These latest explorative efforts were leading ever closer towards an inexorable conclusion. Jaina looked into Sylvanas’ eyes with an expression of rapture, her hair falling below into the Banshee Queen’s face. They rocked against each other, their hands working between the other’s legs towards the goal of ultimate pleasure.
Sylvanas had thrust the fingers of one of her hands into Jaina’s pussy, exploring furiously as the other moved all along her lover’s form. One moment it clasped at a breast, then flicked achingly at a nipple, then stroked along a leg or lovingly caressed at Jaina’s face. The young sorceress dutifully tried to keep up even as her body shook with growing delight. One of her own hands groped the Dark Ranger’s pert breasts, kneading the soft flesh even as the other worked feverishly between Sylvanas’ thighs.
Their bodies were so close to release. Jaina felt Sylvanas’ pussy upon her leg even as her she slid along the smooth, lean leg of the Banshee Queen. Jaina was near her climax and she wanted to bring Sylvanas along with her, but she was unsure if she could hold on until finally the other stopped.
The young sorceress watched as Sylvanas removed her hand from Jaina’s dripping cunt, replacing it with the second. With red eyes studying the Archmage's reaction she licked at her moist fingers even as her ministrations continued anew.
“Mmm, you taste as good as ever,” Sylvanas said, licking each with a wickedly seductive expression that made Jaina soar.
“I want to…cum…with you…Sylvanas.” The young sorceress could hardly get the words out.
“Is that so, Jaina?” the Dark Lady said playfully, causing Jaina a mild sense of fury. She thrust all of her fingers inside Sylvanas roughly and made the smug expression disappear from the Dark Ranger’s face, to be replaced by one of rapture at this sudden, violent sensation.
“You are going to cum too, my Banshee Queen.” Jaina made the words a growl, a promise. “You are …uhh…I am…so close…Sylvanas…”
“Cum for me, Jaina.” Sylvanas’ red eyes met Jaina’s. “I want to feel your pussy cum around my fingers. If you’re lucky, I might even clean it up for you. Would you like that, you dirty girl?”
Sylvanas mirrored Jaina’s early movement, thrusting all of her fingers into the young sorceress’ pussy at once and exploring deftly. Jaina was too close to resist, and she exploded in orgasm at that wondrous sensation. She cried out, the Banshee Queen’s hand working even more furiously than ever between the young sorceress’ thighs.
A flood of liquid coated Sylvanas’ hand, making her smile. The Dark Ranger felt herself still being fingered fervently, and then Jaina drove some of the fingers of her second hand inside of her as well in a successful bid to send the Banshee Queen over the edge. Full of fond thoughts for the devotion of her lover, her pussy wonderfully stimulated, Sylvanas shuddered in her climax even as Jaina continued to writhe out her own.
Jaina made sure to keep stimulating her lover even as she lost herself in orgasmic delight as Sylvanas was. Both of their bodies shook, muscles contorting along their respective forms with the power of their release. Neither stopped their efforts, instead seeking instead to prolong the other’s pleasure. Jaina shrieked and cried out the Banshee Queen’s name, while Sylvanas responded more quietly, burying her head into Jaina’s shoulder and letting out a lower, continuous moan as her body lost control of itself under the sorceress’ touch.
Eventually Jaina’s head fell back in the power of her orgasm, still relishing the feel of Sylvanas’ dripping pussy in her fingers. Her eyes closed to register her pleasure even as the sensations receded from her. She felt a shifting below her and opened her eyes to discern what it was.
Instead of Sylvanas’ pretty face she was treated to the sight of the Banshee Queen’s glistening pussy and the full evidence of its recent powerful orgasm.
Evidently Sylvanas was enamoured at the similar sight near her as much as Jaina was. The young sorceress felt a tongue flick into her own wet pussy as at the other end the Banshee Queen kept her earlier promise, cleaning the fluids of Jaina's explosive climax with deft licks of tongue. Jaina bent down to do the same, working at Sylvanas’ pussy and lustfully pushing her tongue inside, the sorceress’ beautiful face locked in a rapturous expression as she ate out the proud Banshee Queen.
They continued this way for several more moments before finally they collapsed against the other. Neither Jaina nor Sylvanas seemed to mind as both caught their breaths for a long minute, womanhoods still temptingly only inches above each of their faces.
Then Sylvanas swung back up to Jaina and kissed the young sorceress as she lay exhausted against the Dark Throne, rising on her arms afterward to study the young Archmage.
“Thank you for that,” Sylvanas said softly. “It’s nice to go into battle on something so exquisite.”
“…Wow…” was all Jaina could say. Sylvanas laughed.
“I’m glad it was good for you too.”
The young blonde sorceress finally found her voice properly through her haze of bliss. “Sylvanas…I’m scared for-”
“Don’t be,” the Banshee Queen replied confidently but Jaina doggedly pressed on.
“Be careful. I can’t lose you, not now, not after everything we’ve been through together and what we’ve had to do.”
“Do not worry, my dear.” Sylvanas delicately tucked a strand of white hair back from Jaina’s flushed face. “I can’t lose the duel now. Not when I have something to fight for, as you demonstrated so willingly.”
The Dark Lady of the Forsaken paused, then pressed on. “I could never truly leave you, Jaina.”
Sylvanas let herself fall onto Jaina’s chest, head pillowed on one of the young sorceress’ sizable breasts. Her other blue hand toyed idly at the other, the Banshee Queen’s form curled upon her lover’s. Jaina reached a hand upwards to also stroke at Sylvanas’ form as it lay upon her.
The blonde sorceress’ mouth opened again to speak her reservations, but a single, sensuous blue finger rose to rest against the pink lips. “No more talk, Jaina. Let’s just relax, for these few minutes more at least.”
Jaina looked up to see a smile on the Banshee Queen’s face as she contemplated before speaking a final lingering request.
“Just let me stay a little while longer.”
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