A Tale of Two Princes | By : coolwHip Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3275 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Note: I am really bad at updating things in a timely manner. Sorry for the ridiculous wait!
Also, Ashtara does what she wants. Warning for sexy content in this chapter!
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Chapter Five
An idea occurred to Ashtara and she rolled her eyes at herself. Then, slowly, a smirk slipped onto her face.
She knew that her son had a little hut in the forest where he whiled away some hours once in a while, just a small hut where had a work bench on which he would carve items out of wood or work on a piece of furniture. Lately he had taken up leatherworking, in hopes of selling items he made in Fairbreeze village. She was sure that he'd headed there, probably to relax and blow off some steam. He would be gone for a while...
The presence of a man in her house, his heavy steps and tall body was certainly distracting. Add to that, his body was probably still fit from at least a century of fighting as a ranger. It had been a while since she had taken a lover. Just the thought of Lor'themar's form pressed against hers made her smile.
She excused herself for a moment to her bedroom, closing the door. Lor'Themar simply nodded, his thoughts elsewhere. Ashtara dug through her wardrobe until she found what she was looking for and quickly changed, her heart pounding slightly with excitement. She stood for a moment, wondering what the fel she thought she was doing. She'd heard the Regent Lord didn't have a significant other, that he was a solitary and busy man, and she'd noticed him admiring her. She looked briefly in the mirror, applying some color to her lips and cheeks, brushed her long, wavy hair, then winked at her reflection, and slipped out of her bedroom.
Lor'themar's back was to her and he was tapping his fingers impatiently at the table. Biting her lip to keep from laughing, she slowly stepped up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. He turned his head to look up at her surprised. She had startled him slightly.
He noted the thin, revealing robe she was wearing and the predatory look in her eyes and swallowed. A small smile spread over her lips as she looked down at him over her breasts, the nipples of which were visible through the robe.
“Ah... my Lady?”
She laughed at the title and leaned in, reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek.
“It's been a while since I've had such a gentleman in my home...”
'Fel-damn,' he thought. Part of him was flattered and excited. The other part suggested he run into the rain after the young man and shake him for not giving a fair warning about his mother. She clearly had not had adequate company in a while.
Though he had heard some racy rumors about Lady Ashtara back in the day. He'd attributed most of those to gossip and people's overactive imaginations though. Apparently there was some truth to them after all.
She smiled down at him coyly. She had let her hair down and he could see it was almost as golden as Belorei's, but with a darker, honeyed tone to it. Her body was unusually curvy for an elven woman's form, with wide hips.
"Ah," he said, holding up a finger, about to give some argument as to why she should probably wait until she got to Silvermoon and how he was sure she would find someone more suitable when she frowned at him and leaned in, taking his lips with hers.
He murmured into the kiss and slipped his hands up into her hair, kissing her back hungrily. It had been a while for him too.
She stepped around to sit in his lap and he hummed at the feel of her body pressing against his. One of his hands trembled as it slid up her thigh.
He was soon rising out of his chair, peeling off his armor, her hands eagerly helping him as they struggled to head toward the bed without losing contact with each other's lips.
"What if...the boy," he gasped between kisses. She reclaimed his lips briefly then pulled away to respond.
"Trust me, he'll be out for a while," she grinned and her lips returned to his as she tugged his lower lip between her teeth.
They found her bed and were trying to keep their bodies pressed together while they both pulled off the remainder of each other's clothes. She gasped as he kissed her neck and chest fiercely, his hands grasping her back and the nape of her neck. Her nails were digging into his shoulders, scratching at his back, and he found this even more exciting. Finally, his body was free of his pants and both eagerly meshed their bodies, neither desiring much play. The stress in their lives and the lack of coupling had caused enough buildup.
Both gave a happy gasp when he entered her and it didn't take long at all before he was rocking enthusiastically, glad that he didn't have to keep his voice too low for fear of the boy coming in or people next door hearing. That was one of the nice things about being in a little village like this, where there was distance enough between houses that one didn't even have to put up a privacy ward.
He nuzzled against her breasts, her hands gripping his hair, and continued rocking against her steadily. She let out a soft groan like a lynx and wrapped her legs around him, pivoting her body hungrily. Taking her cue, he began to pound against her faster.
“Gods, Ashtara!”
“Nnn, yes.”
He leaned in to kiss her again, their lips locked for a moment, then nuzzled against her breasts once more. He could already feel her quailing around him. He badly needed release, but made sure she finished first. He came in a hot on the heels of her climax.
An hour later, they were lying together in her bed, his arm wrapped around her, her head on his chest. She was drifting off to sleep. He was thinking about what would probably happen when they arrived back at Silvermoon. He would bring the boy and his mother to Brightwing and Rommath of course, and they would want to hear from her lips why she had not come forward with the Prince's heir. Then they would all want some sort of solid proof that he was in fact Kael'Thas's son, simply because he could not just present the boy to the Magisterium expecting them to accept it on memories and resemblance.
And then what? he pondered. Then he would have to take it upon himself to prepare the boy for his future duties as a Prince. Well he would just act as an advisor. Others, like Rommath, would explain how Belorei should conduct himself. He was relieved, honestly. If Kael'Thas never returned - there would at least be the boy for the people to look to. He knew it was irresponsible of him to want to throw off the yoke that had been placed on him by the Prince, but he couldn't help but wish for the days when he had been the Ranger General and in charge of the rangers, not the whole of Quel'thalas.
The boy would not be alone anyway, and if his father returned or found some way to bring them to this new homeland Rommath promised them, father and son would be reunited and the boy would have Kael'Thas to teach him all about being a Sunstrider heir. Until then, he would have himself, Brightwing, and Rommath by his side. If any of the Magisters tried anything, and he was sure that the worst they would attempt would be to manipulate the boy, they would not achieve anything without taking some serious damage themselves. The threat of what Prince Kael'Thas might do himself if he returned, Lor'Themar thought with a wry smile, would keep them from attempting anything dire.
He yawned and found the cozy atmosphere and release taking their toll and he almost allowed his eyes to close. Then he realized that the boy could be back any moment and hauled himself up out of bed. No felling way was he going to allow Belorei Sunstrider to walk in and find him, Lor'themar, in bed with the boy's mother!
He felt Ashtara shifting behind him and glanced over his shoulder.
“I suppose we should get up,” she smiled at him lazily. She was leaning on an elbow, honey colored hair falling over her face. Theron's face pinkened as he smiled back a little, then made a point of looking at the clothes he was gathering from the floor. He slipped back into his leathers as quickly as he could.
“Mm, I hope we get a chance to repeat that.” Her voice made a shiver go down his spine.
“Ah. Right.” He cleared his throat and hurried from the room, closing the door behind him. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and nearly sagged against the door.
What the fel had he just done?
For a moment, he wondered if she'd put something in that tea of hers, but he knew it wasn't possible. He was not under the influence of anything. No, he'd done that all by himself.
'All right,' he thought. 'Get a hold of yourself.' It was best to act as if nothing had happened.
He took the kettle from the table, poured some water from a pitcher into it, and set it back into the fireplace. He would need something to wake him up for the trip back to Silvermoon.
Belorei, meanwhile, was entering his house, noting that the hawkstriders had been moved under the porch. He clucked softly to them, petting them and feeding them little bits of bread from his bag. They clacked their beaks appreciatively and eyed him with new interest and he chuckled. He peeled off his shirt and wrung it out by the porch, then kicked off his boots and left them there. He wrung out his hair as well, then, shivering, entered the house and hung his shirt over the fireplace. He blushed at the sight of the regent Lord standing by the fireside.
“Oh...” he wanted to cover his nude chest. The regent lord merely smiled a little, taking note of his current state.
“Ah. I was just heating some more water. Tea?”
Belorei felt absolutely surreal for a moment. The regent lord was offering him tea in his own house. He smiled sheepishly.
“Yes. Thank you.”
The regent nodded and set about readying three cups. Belorei frowned. Where was his mother?
That was when he noticed the pauldrons on the floor, along with a gauzy slip of fabric – a robe. His mother's robe. Lor'themar's eyes seemed to follow the direction of his own and Belorei could have sworn the man's eyes nearly bulged.
“Oh. Ah...”
Belorei shut his eyes and felt his teeth clench.
Well fantastic for her, she managed to seduce the Regent Lord of Quel'thalas!
How humiliating. How could she do this to him? She'd just met the man! And especially someone so well respected.
He was rather disappointed in Theron as well. He'd thought that surely such a mature and esteemed man...oh forget it. Belorei muttered a few choice curses in Thalassian. He could only imagine what Theron must think of his mother now - what a joke they must be!
The regent lord was grabbing his pauldrons, meanwhile, and shoving them back onto his shoulders, fingers fumbling with the straps.
“I ah, took them off for a bit. To get more... comfortable.” His forced smile seemed to fade as he watched the boy turn, shaking his head, and step behind a screen by his bed.
Shaking his head at his mother's habits, Belorei peeled off his pants, hanging them over the screen.
“Of course,” he sighed. Make yourself comfortable sleeping with my mother, he thought. Why not?
He found some clean clothes from a basket under his bed and changed into them, trying to focus on holding his tongue. After slipping on a dry shirt and pants, he stepped out from behind the screen with the wet pants to hang them in front of the fire. He could feel the regent lord's eyes on him, but Belorei kept his own on the fireplace.
He'd long accepted that his mother had a tendency of using men to get whatever she wanted out of them. It hurt him to see her treat herself and others that way, but he'd never protested to her about it. She was usually more discreet than this.
He loved her and could not condemn her. Even if he preferred the men she toyed with be persons he would never have to see again.
When he looked up, the kettle was whistling. He glanced over to see the regent lord approaching, taking the kettle off the fire with a hook and setting it on the table. Using a cloth, he poured the water into the teapot, which still held leaves. The scent of peacebloom filled Belorei's nostrils, but he didn't feel any more peaceful.
That nice walk in the rain, for nothing.
He tried not to glare at his mother as she exited her room, stretching and smiling, now wearing a pretty silver dress. Lor'themar glanced toward her guiltily, something flickering in his gaze as he took in her appearance. Belorei looked away, rolling his eyes.
“Well, I feel refreshed. Was that a good walk, Belo?”
“It was good,” he mumbled, walking over to receive a cup from the regent lord who was glancing between mother and son, brows furrowed. Belorei ignored him, choosing to sit on the end of his own bed and focus on his tea. His mother, apparently, did not get the mood, since she walked over to run fingers through his wet hair.
“Belo! You need to comb your hair! And why don't you put on your best clothes? You have those black breeches and the jacket-”
“Maybe I don't want to draw attention to myself?” he snapped, glaring up at her.
She gave him a puzzled look, brows rising.
“Realy, I don't know what's gotten into you. You should be excited!” She headed into her room and returned a few awkwardly silent moments later (where Lor'themar guiltily eyed the fireplace) with a folded black bundle. Belorei's teeth clenched in irritation again.
“Belo, put these on.” she set them on the bed, picking up the jacket on the top and opening it up to show it off to the regent lord who lifted his brows. “I think it looks appropriate, don't you? At least a little more formal than what he's wearing anyway. It should suffice until we can get him something better,” she smiled at her son.
Belorei almost felt guilty for being angry with her. She really did look excited. Then he huffed and turned away, practically downing the rest of his tea.
“I think it doesn't really matter.” He said. He was lying – he was sure he shouldn't go into Silvermoon dressed like a ranger or a peasant, but he really didn't think a black jacket and pants were what a prince wore anyway. Any of the statues around the city showed Kael'thas wearing a long red robe.
“You know, I might actually have a robe that's better...” his mother set the jacket aside and headed back to her room.
“I can just wear this!” Belorei spoke up quickly, reaching for the jacket. Fel even knew what kind of ridiculous robe she'd try to make him wear! The only thing worse than wearing black pants and a jacket would be wearing one of his mother's fancy robes.
“Oh don't be silly! It's a nice robe!” she called from her room.
Belorei merely rolled his eyes again. The regent lord smiled slightly until the younger elf frowned at him.
“Prince Belorei,” Lor'themar began, unsure of how to proceed but keeping his voice low so that Ashtara wouldn't hear.
“Please. Don't,” the young elf stood and walked over to empty his cup into the teapot, leaving the cup on the table to head behind the screen again. “I'll just be packing my things.”
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