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Angelic	By : Soliloquy Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 10913 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ellie stepped off her hawkstrider. She gave the bird a gentle pat before dismissing it. A brief sigh escaped her lips as her eyes scanned her surroundings. She had never been a fan of Hellfire Peninsula. It was, in fact, her least favourite place in all of the Outland. Yet, it seemed her superiors thought she was always best suited for the tasks out there. She never quite understood what purpose her reports served, but she was there nonetheless.
Pale fingers smoothed out her dark robes. Gone were the angelic wings she normally donned. Ellie was dressed conservatively. The colours somewhat glum, yet complimented by deep gold threading at the seams. The robe was snug, with a fitted bodice and relatively flowing skirt. Her hair was pulled back neatly, with the odd loose strand framing her face. She sighed again, and as she began to make her way up the citadel steps, she heard a sound behind her.
She spun around on her heels, her body rigid as if ready to fight any impending threat that would appear from the shadows. But her form soon relaxed as her lips curled into a smile.
“Well well well.. What brings you out here?”
The dark figure moved towards her. The slow rustle of its robes mingled with the faint sound of the orc camps off in the distance. The hooded figure faced her. The macabre bone helmet that rested under the dark hood was unmistakable. She would be willing to bet there was a smirk hiding underneath it all. A low, somewhat raspy voice emanated from it.
“I caught sight of you earlier and decided to follow.”
She grinned, moving closer to him. His posture was unambiguously forsaken. He tilted his head as he looked at her, then slowly removed the cadaverous hood. There was the smirk she had assumed. Leather covered eyes seemed to peer at her.
“Though one would have to wonder why the Horde would send such an angelic specimen to a place like this.” His voice was mocking as his hand swept across in a demonstrative motion.
“Roth.” She spoke his name clearly. Her voice was crisp yet laced with affection. “Who knows why they do half the things they do at times? The Fel orc threat has long been neutralized, yet still they send me out here. I think I may have inadvertently pissed someone off, truth be told.” She chuckled lightly. His hand came out to snatch her wrist. His thumb stroked the soft flesh of it thoughtfully.
“I find it hard to believe you could piss anyone off.” She flashed another smile at him and teasingly pulled her wrist away from his grasp. She walked further into the citadel. Smirking, he followed. She walked into the now deserted ramparts. Her senses were acute, aware of any threatening sounds. He continued to watch her, following silently. Deftly and quietly she levitated up a couple of feet off the ground, her new height allowing her to look over the structures.
“Still empty.” She thought aloud. The warlock moved closer to her and tugged at the hem of her dark robes.
“Tell me, Angel. Do these robes have a hidden split in them, like your others?” He looked up at her form, following the curves of her rear. She glanced back at him with a smirk.
“Sadly, they do not.” She turned herself to face him. He let one hand trail idly up her calf inside her robes.
“Well what good are they, then?” He sneered, then grinned almost malevolently. His other hand moved upwards outside of her robes, stopping suggestively at her pelvis. She looked down curiously at it, then moved her eyes back to his face. She quirked a brow inquisitively at him.
“And what do you intend to do, dear warlock?”
“I intend to remedy that, of course.” He looked up at her with a grin. A quick snap of his fingers revealed them to suddenly glow with red flame. His index finger poked teasingly at her nether through the robes, then the crackling sound of seared material could be heard as the cloth beneath his finger disintegrated. He traced a line down, leaving a path of incinerated and severed frostweave down to the hem. The skirt was split in two. “I hope that robe wasn't too important.” He said casually, both hands coming back up to where he originally began his journey. He glanced up at her, and without waiting for a response, he grabbed both sides of the split and pulled it apart roughly, ripping the dress in two. She gasped slightly, still levitating in front of him. Her breasts spilled from the torn garment, pale skin exposed almost fully. “Hmm.. I see my angelic slut still walks around with no underwear.” Bony fingers moved to the perfectly creased skin as he traced the intimate “V” of her heated sex. She watched him carefully, breath baited as she felt her skin tingle. “I wonder if you taste as good as your cakes do?” He murmured, spreading her legs apart slightly. She let out a soft moan, her nether already glistening in anticipation. “Mmm, let's see...” He moved his hands around her hips, gripping her ass briefly with a squeeze, and pulling her closer to him. He moved his head between her legs, inhaling her scent deeply. His hands moved from her rear to under her thighs, positioning them over his shoulders as she floated their weightlessly. He brushed his lips across her inner thigh teasingly. She moaned, placing her hands on his head. The anticipation was killing her and he could tell. He grinned, nipping at the soft flesh of her thigh, “Patience, Angel. I do like you wet.” She whimpered. His words coursed through her, burning rampant along with her ever building desire. He provoked her supple flesh with licks and small bites, each passing moment forcing her to become wetter. She whimpered pleadingly and he grinned against her thigh. Finally he ran his tongue along the length of her sodden slit, letting it slip in between her folds. She threw her head back and let out a low moan. “You taste even better than the cake.” He growled then buried his head between her legs, lapping at her juices. She arched against him, basking in the feel of his tongue exploring her petals. “Roth..” She said breathlessly, but he could hardly hear her. He was intent on his task, bringing his hands up to her, fingers joining his tongue as he pressed two digits into her sopping cunt. His tongue teased her nub, twirling it around, then gripping it between his teeth and suckling on it softly. She moaned and whimpered against him, Her desire building to a heightened crescendo. He thrust in another finger, feeling her walls tighten around them as they began to pummel in and out of her. Her moans deepened as her body began to tense and he knew she was close. He lapped harder, fingers sliding in and out of her slick hole and she suddenly let out a shrill cry. Her body tensed then released in rapturous bliss. He lapped at her pussy as it spasmed around his fingers. She moaned, shivered and whimpered as the orgasm took her over. He grinned, slowing his pace down and removing his fingers altogether. He took them into his mouth and sucked the remainder of her nectar off them. She let the levitate spell dissipate and she crumpled to the floor in front of him, panting still. She looked up at him, eyes dark.
“That was.. sinful.” Her hands slowly slid up his robes, finding the bulge beneath them. He groaned as he looked down at her.
“You seem hungry, Angel.” He grinned as he cradled her face. She nodded and let her hand slip into the slit at the waist of his robe. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, pulling it out of his robe.
“You seem to have what sates me.” She purred.
“I think I might have more for you, my little slut.” His voice was low and within moments he had summoned his fel hunter. The pup stood at his side, waiting. “I think you should become better acquainted with some of my pets, don't you?” He looked down at Ellie, his grin undeniably wicked. She looked at the pup then back at Roth.
“As you wish.” She coo'd, then almost immediately, she had brought his now rigid cock to her mouth. Her tongue darted across the head, teasing and lubricated it. A groan emanated from his mouth. She grinned against his length, then took in his head, suckling it softly.
“Mmm good girl.” He seemed to growl the words and tilted his head towards the fel hunter. As if through some sort of telepathic communication, the pup moved behind the priestess. She hadn't noticed. She was too engrossed in his throbbing sex. Her mouth had taken him in fully now, his head hitting the back of her throat as she began to suck harder. “Fuck..” He hissed, placing his hands on her head, guiding her movements, watching as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. Her gasp was stifled, as she felt the pup's antennae start to roam her naked form. One ventured down between her legs, prodding at her still sodden folds. It pressed, poked, until final pressing into her. She whimpered as the other began to make its way across the curve of her ass and in between her ripe cheeks. It teased her dark star, then finally slipped into her ass. She let out a small cry, then took the warlock's cock back into her mouth. Feverishly she devoured him, milking his throbbing length with the entirety of her mouth. The fel hunter's antennae slid in and out of her in a synchronized motion, making sure she was constantly filled. She bucked her hips back to it, moans stifled. His grip on her head tightened and he growled deep. "Keep it up Angel and you'll be fed soon enough." The words only egged her on and she picked up her pace something fierce. "Fuckkk.." He breathed as he thrust himself eagerly into her mouth. Within moments, she felt him tense and smiled as she felt the hot strings of cum erupt from his cock. Fervently she sucked, swallowing his seed and licking up every last drop. She whimpered, as the pup slowly removed his antennae from her. Her eyelids fluttered as she looked up at him. Peeling her mouth off, she grinned darkly at him. He looked down at her, cradling her face as he smiled. Slowly she stood before him, shivering slightly in her state of undress. She looked over at her torn robe, then back at the warlock.
"I somehow don't think I'm going to be reporting this back to them." She winked.
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