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Echoes of Lordaeron	By : Cheesekeeper Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2496 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Echoes of Lordaeron
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Marcus Weston frowned as he knelt down and sprayed the powerful, pine scented cleansing agent he�d been given onto the reeking remains of a fresh stink bomb. Whatever the sergeant had given him was potent stuff. Almost as soon as it hit the gag inducing clump of nastiness, the bomb began to liquefy, the stink fading as the watery remnants sank into the ground. �Well�at least it�ll be good for the soil, I suppose.� At least, he thought so given what the stink bombs smelled like they were made of.

The mage stood up, looking down the slope at the busy port town of Southshore. Nestled in a small bay in on the western coast of the continent, it was the main settlement in the Hillsbrad region. At least, the main settlement he would go to without an army at his back. There was another, Tarren Mill, which had once been a human town. Now it belonged to the undead Forsaken and to the Horde of which they were a member. Their presence so nearby was�unsettling. There was a tenuous peace between the Alliance and the Horde. The peace was frequently broken though, by raiders or young adventurers with something to prove, or just out of spite and hate. It seemed to him that it was the Horde that did most of the breaking�but that was na�ve. His own people probably did their fair share. Not that it excused what the Horde did. He�d seen the aftermath of their raids.
Marcus was a young man in his twenty fourth year. He was tall for a human, and unusually strong of body and build for a mage. Most in his profession spent all their time studying and exercising only the mind, but his master has impressed upon him the need to hone both mind and body. He had straight black hair that fell to just below his jaw line, parted down the middle, and his handsome face was clean shaven. Above his bright, slightly sad looking eyes was a faded scar on his forehead. A souvenir from an accident in his childhood, given to him by one he loved that was lost forever now. He wore hardy traveling clothes of silk that were woven with enchantments, and carried a tall staff.
He found another stink bomb further away from town.

�This Horde has a bad arm,� he grinned as he cleansed the offensive lump. The festival of Hallow�s End was occurring, two weeks of celebration. It was originally the harvest festival, but it had now become a time that was also known for pranks and mischief, ghosts and spirits, and generally spooky happenings. One of the pranks that seemed to delight Southshore�s Horde neighbors was to throw these stink bombs into town and try to ruin the festivities. It seemed like pointless malice to him. They weren�t going up and messing with the Horde�s celebration in Tirisfal Glades. Well, he�d heard that some Alliance did so; but the source wasn�t very reputable. Goblins would say anything if they thought it might convince you to buy from them.

He sighed at the thought of the once lush, green land of Tirisfal. His homeland. Ruined now. Polluted, plague infested, the home of the Forsaken and even darker things. He�d lost so much to the Scourge and the traitor prince Arthas, and now with the Forsaken there�it was worse than the loss had been to know they were there, making a mockery of the lives that had once been lived in Lordaeron. He�d heard grim tidings and rumors about what went on up there. The Forsaken had broken free of the mindless Scourge and regained their wills and memories during Hallow�s End, and they celebrated it for that reason. With, if rumor was true, the burning of captured humans in a giant human effigy made of wicker. He liked to believe it couldn�t be true. The Forsaken had been human once. He didn�t want to think that even those who had been consumed and raised by the plague into the living dead could be so horrible. Some of them may even be people he had known in life, which was a disturbing thought.

The mage felt a sudden chill run down his back. There was something close by, unseen. Humans had been under attack and at war for so long, they had a keener sense for danger than many other races. There! Just to one side, he could see a single tall, thin, long limbed Troll creeping down towards Southshore. Marcus grimaced. He was not cleaning up any more stink bombs today! Nor was he going to let the invader do anything more sinister. The mage gestured and he disappeared only to blink back into the world perhaps twenty yards in front of the sneaking troll. �That�s far enough. I can see you, Rogue. Whatever your business is, turn back.�
The Troll stood up from hiding, the lean humanoid probably would have been over a foot taller than Marcus were he not hunched and stooped over. His hair was flame red, in a tall Mohawk, and massive tusks jutted out from his painted face. �Ya be sharp-eyed, mon. But don� worry none �bout de town, I no� be lookin� ta cause trouble fa� dem.�

That was unusual, and a bit troubling. �I think that statement needs some explanation.� Marcus was ready to cast, arcane power flowing through him just begging to be unleashed. �You don�t have the element of surprise, and at this distance I could burn you to a cinder before you got to me or could escape. So�let�s be civil about this and talk.�

The troll spread his hands, and grinned, �I be glad ta answer, mon, but you no� like it, I t�ink.� He sounded mild and jovial, which Marcus knew was a deception. Troll culture was based on hatred and grudges, from what he knew. The troll whistled, and from behind him, out of the valley that the river had carved through the land, rode up a group of six Horde. Leading the pack was an evil looking male Orc, in fire hardened mail armor and bearing a cruel ax, his wolf steed growling at the startled mage. Behind him were a huge and powerful looking Tauren female on a gigantic lizard-like creature, a delicate Blood Elf who looked unhappy, and three Forsaken astride skeletal steeds. Two of them were male, the third a woman who was wrapped in a deep cloak, only her form revealing anything about her. �Ya see, de Forsaken rounded up some farmers fo� de Wicka� Man, but we t�ought it needed somethin� wit� a little mo� kick, mon.� The creature�s eyes glittered wickedly as it saw that Marcus knew what was coming next. �An� guess who jus� volunteer himself?�

The mage�s blood ran cold. The rumors were true. And this band of�of monsters that pretended to be civilized people was going to put him in the Wicker Man to be burned alive! �You have an odd definition of volunteer.� Seven of them, and one of him. He was close to town�but not close enough.

�Take the hint and give up, Human,� the orc sneered. Marcus glared back at the brute. Orcs and humans�were there any two races that hated each other more? �You can�t win; you�ll only get hurt if you fight.� They had spread out, fanning out around him, all save the Forsaken woman. Her mount had pulled to a stop, the hood of her cloak oriented on Marcus, one hand clutching a small pouch on her belt.

Marcus bowed his head, hands at his sides. He felt them drawing closer, could hear their mounts steps, their breathing, the creak of leather and the clank of mail. �I don�t take hints.� There was a blast of frigid air that flew from him, trapping his would be kidnappers in ice, �And you�ll get hurt too!� Then he was gone, blinking away and out of their immediate grasp. He spun as he re-materialized twenty yards behind them, his fingers dancing through hand signs, flames licking about his hands until he gestured with the left and the ground under the Horde burst upwards, setting them ablaze. The mysterious female Forsaken had not joined the fight, sitting astride her steed at the lip of the valley, watching silently.

Damn it, he was an idiot! If he�d waited a few seconds longer, he could have polymorphed that Blood Elf to remove her healing magic from play. He could feel her casting a healing spell, and though a single arcane gesture from him counterspelled it, the effect wouldn�t last long. She�d already shielded herself, no killing her now. A series of quick cast scorching spells left them all singed and vulnerable to his spells, just as the ice broke. One of the Forsaken rose up to cast his own spell, a fireball smashing him dead in the face, the living corpse screaming as he fell, writhing and burning. The rest rushed him, bellowing battlecries. Marcus stood his ground, his hands flinging fireballs until they were on him. He dodged their attacks as best he could, and released an explosion of arcane power. Someone screamed and fell. He let loose another burst before he was borne under by the sheer mass of his opponents and then there was pain, followed by darkness.

The group of Horde rode hard for the border of Hillsbrad and into the depths of Silverpine Forest. The captured human was bound and gagged, his equipment stripped from him, and the magic siphoning collar of the peon had been locked around his neck. He was strapped onto the back of the saurian kodo. One of the Forsaken too was strapped to his mount. He had almost passed, but the priest�s magic had called him back. However, the resurrection left him sick and weak as a kitten. As they neared the Sepulcher, the lead rider reined in his mount. He raised a skeletal hand, �We stop here tonight,� he said in a voice that sounded like lead tablets being dropped onto a stone floor.

The orc shifted in his saddle. �Why not at the Sepulcher itself? That mausoleum isn�t that big, but at least it would be a roof over our heads.�

The lead Forsaken nodded, �Yes, but my folk are there. Many of them would want to see our prize, some would even want to nibble a bit, perhaps even kill him. We need him alive and as unspoiled as possible.� He looked back, �Besides, Steen can�t go much further I don�t think.�

�He should rest, yes.� The blond haired Blood Elf dismounted, �And so should you, Ver�il. You weren�t as close to dying as he was, but it was still a very near thing.�

The Troll scoffed, but didn�t deny it. His purplish skin was still singed and blackened in places. �I t�ought he weren�t gonna fight, dis one.�

The Tauren had the unconscious man in her arms, handing him off to the female Forsaken who dragged him to a stout tree away from the road and began to tie him. �If someone came up to you and said they were going to roast you alive in front of hundreds of revelers, would you do any less?�

The orc nodded. �He can die proud of his courage. The human fought well.� He shrugged, �It almost seems a shame for this to be his fate.� It would have been easier if the man had been a coward. At least then there would have been nothing to respect.
�This whole barbaric atrocity is a shame,� the elf snapped as she used another healing spell on the groggy Steen. �It�s monstrous. This is why those of them that are good hate us, you know.� It was disgusting! If she had her way, they�d have just killed the man. Or better yet, left him alone in the first place. This would just serve to worsen Alliance/Horde relations and strengthen their mutual enemies.

�Ya say barbaric like it be a bad t�ing, sweetie,� the Troll laughed.
�Call me that again, and I�ll show you the meaning of the word,� she growled. There were a few other laughs, conversation dying away as the group went about setting their camp up. As they did so, the cloaked woman paused in her work from time to time to look at their captive.

�He won�t get away.� She glanced up from tending the fire to see her fellow undead standing nearby. The hollow sockets where his eyes had once been regarded her for a moment, his lipless mouth seeming to grin. �Even if he got loose, he can�t use his magic with the collar on, and we have all of his equipment, including his hearthstone.�
�It�s not his escape that worries me,� she replied, �but his fate.� Her voice was feminine but lower in register and rough, as though she�d drunk nothing but whiskey her entire life.

He was a bit surprised. Even when spoken to, his comrade-in-arms rarely replied. �Don�t tell me the elf�s weakness is getting to you.� He scoffed and spat, a chuck of his gums flying out along with the expectoration. �It�s only a human. Remember; they�d kill us all if they had the chance.�
�Of course they would.� She nodded, her attention turning back to the fire. Seeing her suitably unconcerned for the human�s fate, he smiled and walked off to see how their gravely wounded comrade fared. The woman tilted her head as the first flames started to lick over the fuel of the camp fire. �We haven�t given them any other choice.�
The fire was now just a mass of glowing coals, casting only a faint red glow over the slumbering forms that lay near it for warmth. All of the Horde lay in their bedrolls, some snuggled up to their mounts, save for one. The female Forsaken sat on a log at the very edge of the faint light cast by the embers. She looked over her companions with a critical eye. Good. They were all deeply asleep now. And he�he was awake. He was pretending to still be unconscious�but she�d watched him closely enough to see when his eyes opened just a hair to see where everything was. He was planning an escape. Too bad.

She rose and walked over to him, her posture straighter than it had been before, than most Forsaken were able to achieve. Her eyes flickered to the scar on his forehead, from the accident so long ago. She knelt beside him, reaching out with hands barely covered in flesh, brushing the hard bones of her fingers down his face in a caress. Then she unsheathed her dagger.

Marcus felt a shadow fall over him, and a faint scent of decay caught his nose. One of the Forsaken was checking on him. Whoever it was moved closer, and there was the rustle of fabric as they knelt beside him. What was going on here? It didn�t matter; he needed to keep playing possum. Then it touched him, and despite himself, he tensed up. The hand was cool, almost cold, and the ends of the fingers were hard bone, the rest being only a thin layer of desiccated flesh to soften it. It ran down his face in what felt like�it couldn�t be�it was caressing his face, stroking his cheek. Then he heard the distinctive sound of a blade coming out of a scabbard. His eyes flew open. Light! It was the woman, and she was going to kill him! He struggled in his bonds, and opened his mouth to yell, only to have her roughly shove one of the gloves from her belt into his mouth.

�Be quiet, and you might live.�

He was barely even sure he�d heard the voice, it was so soft. That voice, though. It was feminine, lower register and really rough, but�it was familiar. He knew that voice. Further speculation ended as the ropes that bound him to the tree came loose. Hope surged in him, was she letting him go? Marcus got to his feet, his hands still bound behind his back. He nodded to the cloaked woman, his eyes grateful. His eyes suddenly widened though as rather than cut those bonds, she grabbed them with one bony hand and yanked him into motion. He almost protested but it was better not to risk waking the rest of her party. If he did that, there was no way he was getting out of this.

She dragged him back into the woods, being careful not to make too much noise. Marcus tried to keep from stumbling or stepping on anything sharp in the gloom, his boots having been stolen along with the rest of his gear. They must have walked for at least fifteen minutes before she halted abruptly. There were in a small clearing, with a fallen tree on its side on the ground. It was as big around as a man, but free of branches until near the top. She nodded, and then pulled him over to the tree. The dagger flashed and the ropes holding his hands together came free. She pushed him down onto the trunk.

�Sit. Rest.� She pulled the glove out of his mouth and stepped away a few paces. She looked away, then back at him, then away, and back once more.

Marcus rubbed his wrists, pins and needles stinging him as blood flow resumed. There was something about this woman. She was doing all of this, but she seemed conflicted. From the tension in her posture, to the way she kept looking at him and then away again, to how she kept pulling her cloak closer about her, as if to hide herself. This was difficult for her. ��Thank you.�

She tensed up even further. �Why? You don�t know if I�m setting you free or setting it up that you escaped and I killed in the attempt.�

He nodded, �It�s possible.� He knew that voice. It was so distorted though�but he was sure he knew it! �But, whatever you�re doing�I can tell it�s not an easy thing for you to do. And your comrades would be against it, so you�re also risking yourself. Even if it�s to kill me�at least I won�t be burned. So, thank you.�
The hooded woman regarded him for a moment. Then she laughed, her shoulders shaking. It was a short laugh, and a bit sinister, but it made him smile nonetheless. �So sweet and noble,� she sighed. �I had forgotten. I�ve missed that�dear fool.�

Marcus gasped. �Light strike me as a fool.� He did know that voice. His hands shook, and despite his lingering injuries and fatigue from earlier, he was on his feet. �I recognized your voice, but�it was so different. I should have known you sooner.� The hood turned away from him, her hands clutching the robe tighter about her. �I thought you were dead.�

��I was.� She turned back to face him, and her hands lifted and pushed the hood of her cloak back. Elyham Holland had been beautiful in life, and in undeath that had not changed. Her skin was now a grayish blue instead of pale cream, but it was still smooth, barely having sagged on her skull at all. Her blond hair had faded into a faint green, still thick and long, if a bit stringy. Her eyes had changed. Once merry green orbs were now the blazing yellow solid hue of the living dead. Those eyes were a mystery as they looked at him, though her face bore a sad smile. �For a while.�

Marcus could only stare at her. �I went�every week�to the plaque I put up for you, with all the others from then and left flowers. I dreamed that you hated me for letting you die.� He moved to hug her, �Elly, I missed you so much.�

She held out a hand, stopping him at arm�s length as it bumped into his bare chest. �Elyham,� she said firmly, though there was a note of bitter regret in the single word. Marcus stopped, his arms falling to his sides. There was something to this. �I�m not�don�t call me that again. I�m not the girl you knew. Elly was�kind. She was beautiful, and brave and good.� The hand on his chest flexed slightly, her bony fingers raising red lines on his bare chest. There was a rough desperation in her voice, a voice that despite its harshness sounded on the verge of tears. �Elyham is a monster. I�ve done things, Marcus. Terrible things�� She looked up at him, �Elly would have let you go without question, but I�am not sure I should.� His former friend and lover turned away. �You were so dear to me, and still are, so I should let you go, but�I�m afraid. Afraid of what they�ll do, afraid of betraying my people and our allies. All the things I�ve done...I thought they were to make sure I�d survive. But this�might make all those sins�for nothing.�

Marcus didn�t know what she had done, but he believed her when she said it had been terrible. He didn�t know what she had been told by her fellow Forsaken. He didn�t know what dangers and hazards she�d faced to stay alive among people who seemed so very willing to decide that others deserved only death. But he knew that he had loved this woman, and that right now, she was hurting. There was barely a moment�s hesitation.

Elyham stiffened and gasped as Marcus stepped up behind her, so close she could feel his breath on the back of hr neck. His arms closed about her, one looping around her shoulders, the other about her waist. There was no recrimination or accusation, no attempt at mitigation or explanation. Just his arms holding her close, but loose enough that she could easily break free. �Marcus,� she whispered, �Since I rose, no one has just�� Comforted her. No one had taken the time or the effort just to comfort her and acknowledge her pain. She shook slightly, and if she had been capable of crying, she may have. Instead she relaxed, leaning back against his strong, lean body, closing her eyes and tilting her head to rest against him.

The strangeness of the moment was not inconsequential, but it wasn�t that much of a consideration for the young magus. Marcus felt a bittersweet rush as Elyham let him hold her. It was so like it had once been�she was lovely and lush still, her body soft and feminine. Yet she was so cold to the touch, and he could feel the hard line of her backbone where it had broken through the sagging skin of her back.

One bony hand rose to stroke his head, fingers sliding through his hair. Marcus lowered his head, kissing her pallid forehead. Her skin tasted earthy where once it had been sweet. Her eyes opened, the yellow orbs silently speaking. Her head tipped back, his moving down, and after a moment�s pause, their lips joined in a tender kiss.

Back at the campfire, one of the sleeping shapes stirred. There was a petulant sigh before Larissea, the striking Blood Elf, opened up her bedroll and sat up. Her ears were downcast, sleepy and a bit grouchy. The bulkier parts of her cloth armor had been removed, streamlining her form as she stood up and stretched. �Ugh. My hair smells like a campfire,� she sighed. Then she walked over to the coals.

The Forsaken on watch must be taking a�did they pee? Huh. She�d never thought about it before. Anyway, once she got back from using the facilities, Larissea would relieve her from watch duty. And once she was asleep, she�d let the human go. The human who�was not tied to the tree by the pile of ropes that lay at its base.

Larissea narrowed her eyes as she picked up a coil. It had been cut, and smoothly cut. By a blade, not a sharp rock or something; which meant the human hadn�t escaped alone. The Forsaken woman had taken him�but for what? Larissea grimaced, pausing by the fire to buckle on her shoulder armor, don her silver circlet, and heft her staff as she set off into the woods to find out exactly what was happening.
The kiss broke. The two once lovers, both somewhat surprised that it had happened to begin with, looked at one another.

Elyham�s fingers ran down the side of his face. �So warm.� Her lips were a longing smile, �It�s been so long since I felt warm.� Her body was cool, if not cold. Even wrapped in cloth, there was so little heat from within that she was eternally cold. Older Forsaken told her you got used to it, but she didn�t quite believe them. When she�d fought her first action against the mindless zealots of the Scarlet Crusade, as one died, his blood had splashed on her face. It was so hot and warming�she�d torn the others she fought that day apart, to feel their warmth all over her. It had given her a reputation for savagery against the living, but it wasn�t out of hate. She just wanted to be warm. �A Forsaken cannot simply give something to anyone,� she said. �It has to be an exchange at least. I can�t just let you go, but�� She looked away at that, nibbling on her lower lip.
Marcus hugged her a bit tighter. That kiss had been very different that what he was used to, but it was far from unpleasant. Unfortunately, it had changed nothing about their situation. He could not stay with her. Her people would kill him as a matter of course. And she could not return to the lands of the Alliance with him. She would be imprisoned, and possibly experimented upon by well meaning priests and mages in the hopes of finding a cure for undeath. He would not do that to her. �Then there must be some trade we can make. You want something from me.� It wasn�t a question, but a gently firm statement. �What do you want, Elyham?�

The once human woman whimpered as his arms tightened about her. �To be warm.� Was this really going to happen? She felt her heart move in her cold chest for the first time in years as she turned to face him. �I want you to warm me, Marcus. Like you did on those sweet nights.� Her hands slid up his arms, feeling the muscles beneath tensing and moving. �Give of your body and your seed and I will give you your life.�

Marcus should be repulsed and disgusted. She was a corpse. Even if a surprisingly good looking and well preserved one. But�she was still attractive, and she was still a woman who had meant so much to him. He could feel his body already responding to her closeness and her offer, and knew his decision. �I would have considered doing it for free,� he murmured with a smile. She kissed him; bony fingers kneading his shoulders as his hands began to move, seeking the ties and buckles of her garments.

�No fucking way.� Larissea stared at the couple, her mouth agape and her staff starting to slide from suddenly limp hands. She�d crept up quietly, the human and the undead so intent on whatever they were saying that they hadn�t noticed her. She was going to use her power to shackle the Forsaken but there was clearly something going on and she was curious enough to wait and see. Then�it just couldn�t be happening. Her staff slipped from his grasp, the pretty blond fumbling for it and managing to snag it just before it hit the ground. Already in a crouch, she knelt down, her eyes peering through a ragged bush on the edge of the clearing. This was so wrong! Just messed up beyond belief! It was disgusting! She shifted, feeling familiar warmth between her legs. No. No, no, no! This was not sexy! It wasn�t hot at all! She bit her lip as she watched he human disrobing his new lover. No, it wasn�t sexy the way his strong hands gently slipped her robe off and down. Or how she chuckled and gasped as he leaned in to kiss her neck while his hands unlaced her trousers. Or how the hard lines of his body and the soft ones of hers pressed and pillowed together. She nibbled her lower lip, pushing a branch aside to see more clearly. Her other hand started to slide down her body.

Marcus let out a hissing breath as her skeletal hands ran over his chest. She was almost scratching him, though it was because of the hardness of her fingers more than her intending to. Yet it felt amazing. It had been a long time since he�d been with anyone. Elly had been the best lover he�d had then. To have her again, after so long�The Light had blessed him.

He moaned as his hands slid her trousers to the ground and ran over the soft flesh of her thighs. His lips feasted on the skin of her neck as he kissed and nipped and licked the curve up to her jaw. One of her hands tangled in his hair, her whiskey voice whimpering. The other tapped skeletal fingers along the waist of his undergarment, tugging at the cloth as if testing its strength. He could feel her chest rising and falling, though she did not need to breathe, the cloth of her bra rough compared to her flesh.

Their mouths met once more, tongues gripping and wrestling for control.
Elyham whimpered as the kiss broke off, Marcus dropping his head to kiss along her collarbones, then lightly bathe their junction with his tongue. �Dark�Lady,� she sighed, �that�s�mm�a good start.� She was already feeling the effects. She wasn�t quite warm, but she felt less cool. Her heart, so long still, was sluggishly thumping in her chest, and she was breathing quickly�despite not needing to breathe much at all. His mouth went lower, hot breath on the curves of one breast, then his lips, kissing, his tongue licking. �Oh, my�a very good start.� Her hands twisted behind her, seeking the knot that held her bra taut. A few tugs and it came undone. Her breasts seemed to surge, pushing the now limp cloth apart. Elyham looked down at her lover with smoldering eyes as she pulled the garment off, fully exposing her chest.

Marcus leaned back to take the sight in. Her breasts were large and well rounded, only a slight sag to them. The strange tinting of her skin continued here, her nipples a dark bluish bruise color as opposed to the rosy hue they were when she lived. But they were just as full, just as firm, just as sexy. �Your tits are fantastic,� he grinned, �Mmm..can�t wait to�� His hands cupped her bosom, a gasp coming from her as he lifted them in his hands. They were heavy and soft, and felt wonderful in his hands. Marcus licked his lips, looking into her face as he started to knead and massage her tits. �So soft.� He rolled them in his hands, pressing them into her chest, and then mashing them together. His fingers shifted, bumping over her nipples, drawing a swift intake of breath in the midst of her moans.

Her hands had returned to his body, hard fingers digging into his shoulders as he started to play with her glorious breasts. One skittered down his chest, barely touching his skin, moving down his stomach and past his hips to press into his crotch. Marcus moaned as her hands pressed roughly against his cloth-covered member. She grinned, starting to rub up and down the swelling length, delighted at how hard and warm it felt even through his underwear.

Their lips met, hungry and fierce. Moaning whimpers and gasps escaped in those brief seconds when they weren�t kissing. Elyham�s fingers slipped into his boxers and with a sharp tug yanked them down. He shifted his legs, his lips now falling to again pepper her neck with kisses, letting gravity do the work to pull his lone garment off and into a pile on the ground. �Ahh!� Marcus stiffened, his eyes fluttering shut, as her cool hand wrapped about his shaft. �Ahhh, yes�.that�s-that�s good, Elyham.�

�Silly boy,� she chided. �It�s been a long time but did you think I�d forgotten?� She giggled at his grin, and then gasped as he lowered his head to kiss and lick the supple flesh of her tits. She had been worried she might have, actually. The last time was before she�d arisen, back when she was one of the living. The truly living. But even in this state, her body and mind remembered those times. Oh, how she had yearned for this! She�d never realized it until now, but�the need for this was an ache inside her. She started to stroke his cock, coaxing it to full hardness, her other arm cradling his head, her bony fingers tangling in his hair. �More. Don�t-mmm! Don�t stop.�

Marcus shivered. This was so sexy it was madness. Particularly since it was so wrong and messed up. But it felt good. The mage looked up at her pallid face, an expression of warm lust on those haunting features. His pink tongue flicked out of his mouth, the tip lashing over the stiff nipple of one breast. She took in a sudden breath as he flicked over it again, twice, a third time. Then he leaned in, licking around the edge of the darker skin of her areola before he pushed his face into her tit, mouth opening to take her nipple and as much of her flesh as he could into his mouth.

�Dark Lady,� she groaned. His mouth was so warm! So very warm! And wet and alive and oh, so, so good! Marcus sucked greedily at her breast, one hand massaging the other, its mate slipping between her legs and pressing up into the shadowy junction there. His tongue swirled and whipped over her nipple as his hand below firmly pushed against the mound of her sex and began to rub. �Ahhh, L-Light!� The jolt of pleasure that went through her at that was almost painful. She hadn�t felt anything so strongly, that wasn�t pain, in far too long. Nor had she called out to the Light since her death. �Yes, Marcus, yes. More.� The hand in his hair grabbed and pulled him upright almost painfully. She looked into his eyes, hers fierce and driven by lust, �More, now!�

Two fingers probed past the lips of her sex, feeling the cool wetness of her arousal. Elyham whimpered needfully, pressing herself against him. �Yes, please, do it�� She lifted one leg, wrapping it about his waist. Marcus� held her close, the fingers exploring her lower regions gliding over the damp flesh until the tips of his fingers slid over her entrance. She shuddered, rubbing against him. Her eyes went wide, mouth opening in a silent cry as her voice caught in her chest when Marcus deliberately pushed his fingers as far as they could reach into her tight, silken tunnel. Her arms went around him, claw-like fingers digging into his shoulders as she held on for dear life, pressing herself against him as though she wished to push herself inside him.

Marcus started to move his fingers up and down, slowly at first. Elyham shivered and buried her face in his shoulder, a rasping moan rising from her throat. His thumb slid up her slit from where his fingers were, searching her warming sex. The questing digit found it�s goal; the swollen nub of the clitoris. She gasped, �Oh, Marcus�� The mage smiled wickedly, starting to rub her pearl in circular pressing motions. She whimpered into his body, starting to move her hips on his hand, fucking herself on his fingers as he teased her clit. �Dark Lady, yes. Oh, yesss, ahh-hhh! Been so long since I�ve felt this!�
�Since you felt anything sliding inside your pretty, sexy pussy?� Marcus kissed up her shoulder toward her neck. �Since you had a man fingering your tight cunt and playing with your clit?�
�Yessss, so long! It feels so good, I-ahh! I�d forgotten�mmmp! Don�t stop!�

The mage nipped the pallid skin where her neck and shoulder joined. �I won�t. I�m not stopping until you�ve creamed all over my hand and begged me to fuck you.� He pumped in and out of her faster and faster now, the wet slap of his fingers entering her mixing with her whimpering gasps and groans, filling the clearing. Elyham was rocking herself up on her tiptoes, then dropping back down on his thrusting digits, impaling herself on him. Marcus� strong muscles moved and flexed under his skin, driving him hand up inside her again and again and again. Her wetness coated his hand, dripping down his wrist. She was warm now, he noted, though still not as much as a living woman.

She thrust herself out at arm�s length, the welcome invading flesh deep now. His thumb was rubbing her clit in fast, flicking motions. She could feel something building within her. A white hot kernel of sensual energy that was fed by every motion, every thrust, every sound, smell, and touch of them. Marcus� touch enflamed her skin, she felt warmer than she had ever been since her rising. She felt the core of her pleasure contract in on itself. �Ahh! More, just�a�little�MORE!� Her head went back, yellow glowing eyes going wide before screwing shut. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, her cry of primal release going beyond sound. The undead beauty bucked on his fingers, even in the throes of her climax fucking herself. She shook like a leaf in a windstorm, her fingers painfully gouging into his shoulders, the leg around him squeezing him hard. �Marcusssss!� The muscles of her cunt spasmed around his fingers, and he felt a rush, almost a torrent of wetness gush down his forearm.

She slowed down, her body relaxing so much that he almost feared she would collapse. Marcus shifted back, letting her rest against him. Her generous chest rose and fell against him, despite her not needing to actually breathe. The only sound now was that of her harsh panting. One of her hands weakly reached up to caress his face, her fingers slightly trembling. Marcus pulled his hand free of her, his lover shuddering. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her juices�then licked slowly up his middle finger.

Her other hand settled on the other side of his face, her head lifting. Her yellow orbs were wild, and she kissed him with hared, fierce passion. Her tongue thrust past his lips, invading him. She pulled back, her voice a throaty snarl, �Down on the ground. Now.�

Marcus, suddenly nervous, nodded. He stepped back and started to lower himself to the ground. Apparently not fast enough. Elyham growled, putting her hands on his shoulders and shoving as hard as she could. Off balance already, Marcus fell back against the tree truck, landing more or less sitting up. She was on him almost before he landed, dead hands running over his body, hungry lips kissing his, licking down his neck, biting his shoulder. He gasped; the sensation both pleasant and painful as her teeth sank in just enough to draw blood and mark him. �You taste good,� she growled, licking her lips. �Feel even better though.�

�Lucky for me,� Marcus smiled back at her. He meant it. The bite, barely even a hurt, was a reminder. She may not have intended it that way, caught up in her passion, but for him it very pointedly reminded him of the facts of his situation. She pressed herself against him, her breasts pillowing on his chest, and he moaned. He could feel heat from her. Not as much as from a living woman, but it was still heat. �Elyham, I want��

�Say it,� she said in a wheedling, almost pleading voice.

�I want to be inside you,� came the response. He moaned as she kissed his neck firmly, �Light, I want to join with you, Elyham, be in you, part of you, please.�

She hugged him close. That was�so wonderful. It has been so long since she had been desired. To be wanted that way filled her with as much joy as it did lust. �Yes, I want it too. I want to feel your hot, hard cock in me, so warm in me.� She reached down to take hold of his hardness, shifting herself. They groaned together as the sensitive head of his dick rubbed her moist folds. She looked down at him, her balefire yellow eyes hungry, anticipating. Then she pushed herself down onto him. �AhHH!�

Marcus gasped, his breath hissing in between his teeth. Light! She was tight! Like she was somehow a virgin again! She pressed herself down with resolute strength, and he felt her warm flesh give grudgingly, starting to spread and take in his manhood. �Fuck, Elyham! So tight! Feels�ah! Feels like it�s�hugging every inch and ridge and vein!�

�Dark Lady,� she whimpered, �It feels huge, so hard and hot�Ohh, so hot, the heat, wonderful!� Her eyes were slits, the yellow glow seeming to pour out of them, her expression one of rapture. �Filling me up with hot, hard cock, Marcus! Feels so good!� She gave one more push and finally their bodies met, the human�s phallus sheathed in her up to the hilt. �Gnn!�

The two lovers stayed still for a few moments, panting in the dark clearing. Then Elyham gripped his shoulders, �Oh, you sweet meat thing�I am going to have the ride of my unlife.� Her arms pushed her body up, off of his cock, until only the head of it remained in her, then she thrust herself back down again. Up once more, slowly, agonizingly slowly, then re-impaling herself in one swift motion.

�Light damn me!� Marcus� hands gripped her thin, bony hips, the mage pulling her down when she reached the apex of her rise, helping her take his cock back in. �So fucking tight! Can�t believe it feels�feels like this, baby.� He started to roll his hips up to meet her, driving his cock deeper into her willing body, her flesh slowly warming further, seeming almost to return to life. Over and over, they came together, her body yielding more and more easily, the two of them gasping and groaning into the night air.
She started to rock herself back and forth on him, bone sharp fingers digging into his shoulders, her head back, eyes closed. �Yes, oh, fuck, yes! That�s it! I feel so warm! I feel you in me, so hot, so hard! Filling me, I�ve been so empty,� she whimpered, riding him harder, faster. Their ragged breaths mixed with the squishing, slurping sound of his length pistoning into her, their love making shockingly loud in the still and sickly woods.

Marcus watched her, stunned at the raw sexiness of the sight of her atop him. The vision of her breasts bouncing, her hair flying about, his cock vanishing and reappearing from her pussy was almost as good as the feelings. On impulse, he leaned forward, his lips kissing down her neck before he ducked his head to one generous breast. He rasped his tongue over the pert nipple before taking it into his mouth, suckling on her tit as he plunged into her again and again and again.

One hand left his shoulders, skeletal fingers snarling in his hair, cradling his head to her tit. �Yes! Yes, that�s good! So fucking good! Suck on my tits and fuck my cunt! I forgot how�oh, how good it all feels!� She pulled her to her other breast, arching her back to push the soft flesh into his mouth. Marcus bit down on her nipple, and she yelped at the mixed blast of pain and pleasure.

The mage pulled his head away, bouncing her up and down on his cock as he thrust upwards harder, faster. He felt a familiar pressure building within him. �Elyham�Light, I�m close! If you keep�I�m going to�!�

,p>�Do it! Please!� The Forsaken licked her lips, shifting her legs beneath her to get more power out of them, lifting and slamming herself down on him faster. �Cum in me! I want to feel it, hot and creamy and heavy inside me! Do it! Cum for me, in me! Give me all your jizz!�

He plunged in madly, his rhythm starting to break. �Light! It�s�ahhlmost�here!� He jerked her down onto his cock as his hips rocked up hard, his eyes opening wide and then screwing shut as that terrible, wonderful pressure rolled up his dick before exploding out the end of it. �Ahh! Hhhnn!� His cock spasmed and twitched within her, his breath hissing out as it started to pump his seed into her cool womb. Jet after jet of hot, thick, sticky semen sprayed forth, coating her insides as he writhed beneath her, moaning and gasping in primal joy.

�Yes, Light!� She smiled, her eyes delighted as she felt his heat in her. �Give it all to me, all of you, in me�Ohhh, I feel it�thank you, thank you.�

Marcus chuckled weakly. He�d come so hard�and now he felt so alive and vital, but at the same time, he could hardly move. He felt like everything was suffused and imbued with gold, but he was weak as a kitten. �Baby, that�I haven�t cum that hard�in a long time.�

The once living woman looked down at him and caressed his cheek with one bony hand. �My once love�that is a worse tragedy than us.�

Ten minutes later, Marcus rose from the ground. Elyham had already moved off of him, giving him the unintentionally amusing sight of her crossing her legs and walking to where her panties lay to pull them on. She�d then sighed happily; apparently wanting to try and keep as much of his cum in her as she could. Which was flattering.

He sat on the fallen tree, watching her dress. He felt�good, still but also mournful. There was an almost tangible feeling of this relationship, of them, finally coming fully to an end. She turned and tossed something at him in a lazy arc. Leaning back, he instinctively caught it. He glimpsed down to see a simple looking white stone with a powerful magical sigil in blue. His hearthstone. His way to safetly. Before he could say anything, she tossed something else. His right hand snatched a pouch from the air, and the jingling clink of coins was heard within.

�Your money,� she said in that lead-coated voice, �along with a little extra. I can�t give you your gear, but at least that will make it easier to replace.�

He hefted the purse. She�d put quite a bit in there from the weight. It felt twice as heavy as before. �You�ve already given me my life, Elyham. Thank you for this.� He paused a moment. He had to say something about it. To ask her, to tell her how he felt. �Elyham, I-�
�Don�t.� The word wasn�t harsh or cracking, but sorrowful, as if she were about to weep. �Don�t, Marcus.� One bony hand opened up a small pouch and palmed a tiny object. She walked over to him and held out her hand, ��Take it.�

He held out his hand, his face curious. Then he gasped as a golden band with a glittering diamond fell into his palm. �By the Light.� It was before the Scourge had become known, before Strathholme, that he had proposed with this ring. He�d saved and scrimped. When she�d said yes, when he�d put in on her finger, it had all been worth it. His eyes were suddenly wet as he looked up at her. �I can�t�this was meant for, for us.�

�Take it, Marcus.� Her smile was sad, so sad. �Take it and live, for both of us. Find a good woman, and give it to her. Raise good children, and live, my love.�

He nodded, closing his eyes. A few tears glided down his cheeks. �I will.� He looked back at her. It was a fare well, and there was no doubt of it. �You live too, Elyham. No matter what you say, you aren�t a monster. And you don�t have to be.� He reached into the hearthstone with his power, activating the sigil. There was a burst of flickering green, bands of power swirling around the hand that held the stone. �Just like tonight, you can choose to be what you want.� The green vanished; and a complex sigil appeared on the ground beneath Marcus� feet, flaring brilliantly before it burst upward into a column of light that surrounded and hid the mage�s body. It vanished abruptly, and he was gone with it.
She stared at the empty spot for a few moments and then sighed. She redressed herself fully and started back towards camp. It had taken longer than she�d expected, but�they had both been into it, and well�she�d needed what he�d done and what he�d said. The others would be waking soon and find Marcus gone. They�d want answers. And she�d give them. And they�d kill her.

He emerged from the light, warmth enveloping him. There was the sound of a fire crackling nearby, and of several people speaking. He looked around the low-beamed room; Thank the Light. He was back in Southshore. Safe. He then noticed that the conversation had ceased.

�Marcus!� There was a flurry of tiny feet and then a small ball of chain mail, weapons, and big pink pigtails hit him in the chest and knocked him down to the ground. �You�re alive! And you got away! Hurray!� A cute female gnome hugged him, crying. �We thought we�d be too late! We were going to rescue you!� He looked past her to the inn, seeing it full of his guild mates. There were a lot of smiles on those faces, many looking relieved and happy, though more than a few were also looking away. Oh. Right.

�Uh, Flywheel, I�m glad to see you too, but maybe-�
�Hey! Why are you naked?�

Elyham was almost at the clearing, and she heard raised voices. She sighed. Already started. Well, it was time to come clean. She stepped out of the woods to see the Troll and the two male Forsaken glaring at Larissea, the petite Blood Elf holding her ground. �Ow could he a gotten de drop on you? We put da collar on �im, he couldn� use no magic!�

Larissea huffed, �Well, he DID use magic, so I guess somebody fucked up when they put the collar on him, didn�t they?� She crossed her arms over her chest. �Look, all I know is I spelled her when she needed to go, and suddenly, poof! I was a sheep. He got up and ran into the woods, she went after him.� The Elf saw Elyham standing dumbstruck at the edge of the campsite. She was�why was she doing this? �You�re back! Did he get away?�

�Y�yes, yes.� She shook her head. �He must have hidden a rune on himself. I had almost reached him when he teleported. He�s gone.�
The burly orc shook his head, �We should have learned by now not to underestimate humans. I guess we have no prize.� The Horde members dispersed, cleaning up their camp. There was no conversation, all of them looking grim. Going back and reporting their failure was weighing heavily on their minds.

Elyham stepped up next to Larissea, looking at her. The question was unspoken. The Blood Elf leaned over, �I wouldn�t have fucked him, but I was going to let him go anyway.� Then she winked and sauntered over to where her hawkstrider was tethered. �Let�s go and get this over with,� she said loudly.

Elyham stared after her for a moment, floored. She knew all of it. And she hadn�t turned Elyham in. Why? She thought of Marcus� final words to her. Deep in thought, she mounted her skeletal steed, falling in near the end of the line as her companions rode forth.

There was the sound of creaking leather and she looked up to see the Blood Elf pulling her mount in to ride beside Elyham. The two women looked at each other for a few moments. Larissea smiled slowly. The undead woman returned the expression after a moment. �I�owe you.�

The Blood Elf arched a delicate eyebrow. �I was just paying you back. After that show you put on�I definitely owed you one.� Elyham blinked, looking away in embarrassment. The priest giggled, �Well�two actually��
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