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Beneath A Moonless Sky	By : LadyProudwhore Category: +S through Z > Warcraft III Views: 13408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Beneath A Moonless Sky
(AU, takes place in alternate timeline after Warcraft III.
Pairings: Kael/Jaina (dominance and submission non-con), Thrall/Jaina (romantic consensual), possibly Garrosh/Jaina (humiliation based non-con), Sylvanas/Jaina(Kinky consensual) (I have a crippling inability to refrain from using the Sylvanas/Jaina pairing)
Warnings: Non-con, sexual torture, pregnancy, whatever else fits the scenario (might get a touch heavy as far as kinks go, the friend who helped me has a very kinky mind))

            Jaina stood in the guest room of The Violet Citadel shivering in cold. She pulled her cloak more tightly around her slender, beautiful form even as the chill of the night air brought her nipples to strict attention beneath her chest guard. Her long golden hair cascaded down her shoulders and her lovely blue eyes stared off into the distant night in the direction of Icecrown where she knew Arthas was. With a sigh, she thought back to her time with him when they had been only two teens in love, the romantic moments stolen in both Arthas’ home and also Dalaran when he’d visited. By the Light, she missed him immensely even now.

          Only a moment later, she was distracted from her reverie by a knock on the door. Who could it be at this hour? Perhaps Thrall? Varian was not forward enough to visit Jaina so late without her returning his affections, so it had to be Thrall. He had been with Jaina many times before and would know well that she didn’t mind his late visits. She turned and walked towards the door, slowly peeking through the spy hole just to be sure. Being blindly trusting was foolish, it didn’t hurt to make sure.

         What she saw shocked her. Aethas Sunreaver stood there at the door, impatiently tapping his foot, arms crossed over his armor clad chest, masked head turned away staring into space as though in thought. Jaina raised an eyebrow, but opted to open the door. She could trust her fellow magi and held no ill will towards Blood Elves.

            “Good evening, Aethas, is there something you need?” Jaina asked, confusion evident in her voice.
             “I am surprised you don’t know already, sweet Jaina, you are a very clever girl, you always were.” The elf’s voice seemed to almost indicate a smirk beneath the mask.
             Jaina frowned a bit, there was really only one thought going through her mind at the moment. A name. But it couldn’t be. He was dead; his head had been taken after he’d tried to summon Kil’Jaeden into the world. She had wept for him, believing his fate to have been potentially avoidable if there had been more understanding and yet still, she whispered. “Kaelthas?”
        Aethas nodded. “As I said, you always were a clever girl, my dear, and always lovely and charming as well.” He let his fingers brush the side of her pale face, moving his hand to brush over and tuck a strand of golden hair behind the young woman’s ear.
         Jaina seemed entranced for a moment, reaching forward and lifting the helm Aethas always wore, revealing the handsome yet still worn and tired face of Prince Kaelthas Sunstrider. Jaina gazed into his glowing green eyes for a moment, then a glare crossed her face and without warning, she slapped him as hard as she could. “How dare you return now, you bastard! You….you…” She seemed so angry she couldn’t even find the words to say to him, tears welling in her blue eyes.
          “What was that for!?” Kaelthas looked incredulous, rubbing the place where Jaina’s hand had left a red imprint. “Are you mad, girl!?”
           “Oh, I am indeed mad, but not in the context you are implying. I am angry with you beyond belief! I can’t believe you would show your face again after…” She growled in exasperation and shook her head, turning away from him.
           “After that night?” Kael finished for her, moving towards her and placing his hand on her shoulders, squeezing them gently.
         “I….I don’t know what you are talking about, another of your dreams?” Jaina replied a little too quickly, a little too defensively, an edge to her voice that hadn’t been present in ages. “And anyway, that is HARDLY the most horrific thing you’ve done. With the atrocities you’ve committed in the name of demons a simple cruel end to a one night stand is paltry.”
         “Oh, my darling Jaina, I would think you’d have a little more faith in me and a little more understanding towards someone who committed a slight error in the name of desperation to save one’s people. Look at you, for instance. Sleeping with orcs.” Kaelthas chuckled a bit. “I did what I had to for the good of my people.”
          Jaina glared at him and shook her head. “My relationships are none of your business, Kael, and besides, there is no desperation in what I do with Thrall. Even if there was, it is QUITE different from selling my soul to a demon and trying to destroy our world!”
        “I only got as far as joining with Vashj and Illidan before my mind was taken over by Kil’Jaeden. They tricked me, used me as a vessel for him. Am I to be blamed for being used in a moment of desperation and weakness? I’m sure you’ve been many times.” He said in that silky voice, running his powerful yet slender hands over Jaina’s bare shoulders.
            A chill ran down Jaina’s spine. “Leave me alone, Kael, I have nothing more to say to you.”
            “Such a pity, that night we spent together was so wonderful, after all. But, if your mind is made up, then I will trouble you no further.” Kael shrugged.
            “That night….” Jaina bit her lip, thinking back.

          It had been days since Stratholme had been completely purged. Jaina had seen Arthas only once since then and found she could not even bear to look him in the eye. He had quite coldly informed her that if she would betray him this way over something that had to be done, then he had no need for her. She had cried briefly for the loss, but mostly sat numbly in her bedroom, packing to move the Lordaeron refugees to the land far across the sea.
        There was a knock on her bedroom door as she was packing and she’d gone to see who was there, looking cautiously through the spyhole and being very surprised to see Prince Kaelthas standing just outside her door with a bottle of good wine and dressed in a fine black robe embroidered in gold and red threads elegantly forming phoenix like patterns.
      Jaina opened the door slowly and looked up at him. “Kael? What are you doing here?” She asked softly, sadness still evident in her voice.
        “A woman so beautiful should not be so sad.” Kael whispered softly, gently stroking Jaina’s hair before walking into the room, shutting the door behind him.
       “Kael…I still can’t do this…I must take my people across the sea where they will be safe…” Jaina said softly, looking away.
        Kael shook his head and grabbed her gently, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. “You needn’t worry, put all those thoughts from your mind. I will make you feel good again. No strings attached, you needn’t be my queen or even my lover, just a night to make you forget.”
         “No, I shouldn’t…I can’t forget this….” Jaina pulled back.
        “Even for one night?” Kael raised an elegant elongated eyebrow.
       “….maybe just one night….”Jaina still seemed uncertain as Kael poured two glasses of the fine wine and handed one to her. With a slightly suspicious look, Jaina took a sip of the wine. Tasting nothing amiss, she continued to drink, she normally would have taken her time, but after what had happened, with what she was soon expected to do, her nerves got the better of her.
           Kael smiled his best seductive smile and slowly ran his hand up Jaina’s leg. “Feeling a bit better?” He asked.
           “Yes, actually…” She admitted slightly nervously.
         “Good.” He replied, leaning in and passionately kissing her, gently guiding her down onto the floor as he did, soft pale hands exploring her beautiful body as he slowly began to strip her out of her top. Unlike Arthas, Kael was very experienced and did not fumble for a single moment with a strap or clasp. In seconds Jaina was laying there topless with her large breasts gently rising and falling as she breathed, the cool air from the open window of her bedroom gliding across her soft little pink nipples. “Quite impressive.” Kael remarked, kissing her again and then starting to trail kisses down her face and neck, then finally reaching her breasts.
    “Wait…Kael…I’m not sure about this…” Jaina began, pressing her hands to his shoulders to push him back.
      “Yes, you are. Come now, Jaina, you’re not this indecisive.” Kael grinned. “You must want this, yes?” He pinned her, kissing her deeply, a jolt of magical energy piercing clear as day into Jaina’s mind.
      “I…suppose.” She replied, momentarily disoriented by the spell.
     “Wonderful, then, my darling.” Kaelthas smirked, lifting Jaina’s skirt and sliding her panties slowly down her legs. A silken violet thong of fine quality befitting nobility. He took a brief moment to admire Jaina’s soft, pale pink folds. Mostly hairless with just a few soft curls of dark blond around the opening. “Excellent, you are far less bony than the women of Quel’thalas. I needn’t be concerned about a little bit of roughness. Not to mention I can caress those perfect full breasts of yours during.”
      “Stop teasing, Kael, please just take my mind off of all that happened.” Jaina asked softly, her bright blue eyes widening now. She had initially been so hesitant and yet now she was filled with desire for the elvish prince.
     “But of course.” Kael replied with a grin, gracefully undoing his robes and then the pants he wore under them, his long, elegantly curved elvish member standing at strict attention as he admired the beautiful woman before him. Finally, though, as he noted the pleading look in her beautiful blue eyes, he pressed the tip of his cock against her folds, running it downward until it would be aligned with her waiting entrance. Slowly he began to push forward into her, groaning a bit as the hot, wet tightness enveloped his elegant and strangely powerful manhood.

       He waited a moment to get used to the amazing feeling of hot, vulnerable human pussy wrapped around his cock; he almost had to remind himself Jaina was no longer a small girl to alleviate any slight bit of guilt he felt at the vulnerability and inexperience this part of her showed. He noted with a bit of satisfaction that Arthas must not have slept with Jaina very often or that perhaps this could imply something shamefully humiliating about the human prince.
       Jaina, for her part, winced a bit, gasping slightly as she was entered, gripping the bed sheets. “Oh!” She cried out, squirming a bit uncomfortably as the thrusting began, rough and heavy, surprising for someone as deceptively lithe as Kaelthas was.
     The long elvish cock continued to penetrate her roughly, pulsing with magic energy as it did, the sheer length of it causing it to occasionally hit her cervix, cause her to cry out in pain, though Kael only got slightly gentler at the sound of discomfort.
       His stamina was quite impressive as he lasted far longer than Arthas. Jaina also found herself brought to orgasm twice, Arthas barely managed once with his inexperienced fumbling no matter how much she had loved him. After she reached her second peak, though, Kael groaned, pushed deeply into her and held for a moment. She could feel the searing hot arcane magic infused seed shooting deep inside her.
        “Kael, you could have pulled out.” She panted, looking a bit concerned as they lay there trying to regain their energy.
        “It’s unlikely I’d impregnate you, the lubricant I used is a preventative measure among my people. Besides, if you did become pregnant, I would still desire to make you my queen.” Kael replied, far too calm for the seriousness of that possibility.
       Jaina nodded, trying to let herself feel a bit more at ease, drifting slowly off to sleep, making only a small noise of discomfort yet not waking when Kael extricated himself from her arms and disappeared into the night. When she would awaken the next morning, he was gone.

         “That was so long ago, though, and don’t pretend it wasn’t enjoyable.” The elvish prince smirked.
         “Y…You were far too forceful and then to leave before I awoke….to treat me like a Booty Bay harlot….”Jaina stopped, taking a deep breath and shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter, that’s trivial compared with your other actions. If you needed help after Quel’thalas fell, you knew I’d gone to Kalimdor; you could have easily avoided that dark path. Garithos was not the only human left that you could turn to.” Jaina’s blue eyes had a look to them, one that to Kael seemed to imply there might be another reason for her lack of forgiveness.
           “Why won’t you REALLY give me a chance, darling?” Kael asked smoothly, massaging Jaina’s shoulders as he spoke.
            The beautiful archmage immediately tensed and slapped away Kaelthas’ hands. “Because you have no right to invade my life after all that happened between us and on a larger scale! And what of your people, Kael!? Are they only secondary to your sexual desires? Do you truly care more about bedding me yet again than returning to those who may need you!?” Jaina stepped back, growing more furious by the minute as she thought more and more of Kael’s lack of concern for all that had happened.
          “Oh come now, my sweet Jaina, let’s get down to why you REALLY don’t want me any longer.” Kael stood his ground, accepting that Jaina didn’t want him getting close at the moment. “It’s the orc, isn’t it? Or perhaps the human king? You always did have a love of muscle-bound fools.”
          “Neither Thrall nor Varian is a fool, Kaelthas. Varian is sometimes brash and Thrall sometimes tries to see the good in people who have none, but both are intelligent and wise men who only wish what is best for their people. But since you ask, yes, Thrall is one of the reasons.” Jaina replied. “And if you wouldn’t mind leaving, he’ll be here any moment.”
        Like clockwork, a powerful fist knocked politely on the door. “Jaina?” Thrall’s voice called out softly, lovingly.
          Kael bristled at that, but put his helmet back on neatly. “Well, I see, I guess I must concede this round to the Warchief then…Good night, Jaina, I trust it will be with your…orc.” And with that, Kael opened the door, brushing past Thrall and heading back towards his own room.
           “Aethas Sunreaver? What business did he have with you?” Thrall asked, not accusing, but perhaps suspicious of the elf’s motives.
           “He was discussing Prince Kaelthas with me. They were close and the betrayal and death were difficult for him.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, besides, why worry Thrall? Jaina’s heart was his; Kael could never steal it away.
          Thrall nodded and gently pulled Jaina close to him. “Jaina…I’m here to ask you something quite important….” He let her go, stepping back a moment and taking something from around his neck. A simple silver crescent moon necklace. Once it was in his hand, he awkwardly got down on one knee. “Forgive me if I am unaccustomed to human marriage proposals, but…Lady Jaina Proudmoore, please be my mate, even if we must keep it between only us and our closest advisors for the time being.” He held out the necklace.
               Jaina seemed stunned by the proposal, but no thought was required. “Yes, my love, of course I will. Even if you’d asked me out hunting as a proposal…I…er…read that it was a Frostwolf tradition when your parents were young.”
              “No need for that.” Thrall smiled as he stood up, gently clasping the necklace around Jaina’s pale, slender throat. “This necklace once belonged to Taretha.”
            Jaina paused a moment, deeply touched that Thrall would propose with such a personally valuable item. All worries and thoughts of Kaelthas were gone from Jaina’s mind now as Thrall finished adjusting the necklace on her and slowly turned her gently to face him, pulling her into a sweet, gentle kiss.
         “Would you like to spend the night in here with me?” Jaina asked softly, gently running her hand over Thrall’s face.
          “Very much so.” Thrall replied, gently placing his hands on Jaina’s slender waist, running his hands down over her round hips.
         Back in his own chambers, Kaelthas watched jealously through a scrying orb. That betraying whore had slighted him for the last time. First Arthas, murderer of his people, dim witted buffoon, and then this hulking beast with delusions of intelligence? Kael would teach her a lesson she’d not soon forget for her betrayal.
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