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The Morning After	By : Soliloquy Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3364 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: I wrote this one a few years ago but I have been trying to bring it to some conclusion and have struggled in the process. I guess I'm just so enamoured with the pair, I find it difficult to end the story. Here's what I have so far. I hope you enjoy it.

The morning was threatening to come too soon for Jude’s liking. She had fallen asleep next to the death knight and was content to have him there, especially after he offered his help to her. She had filled him in on the details, leaving out the more lascivious parts of her relationship with Lex. He had listened carefully, nodding at times. Their night of passion and the vengeance building inside her had taken its toll and soon after she had fallen into a deep slumber.

He had watched her doze off, his interest piqued in the story she had relayed to him. His eyes washed over her sleeping form and he had the urge to take her again, then and there. But he stayed the impulse and turned over, deciding to get some rest himself. He had no plans and she hadn’t asked him to leave. The fact that she had offered not only her bed, but the chance for violence was enough to keep him there.

The sun seemed to seep in through the splintered curtains and he opened his eyes. Glancing over he saw she was still asleep, lying peacefully on her stomach. Slowly he tugged the sheet down and off her, exposing her pale, nude form. His strong hand came up the back of her leg and he gingerly delved in between her thighs. She was warm, wet still. He smiled darkly, feeling his arousal stir. She muttered something in her sleep and then turned to face him, suddenly.

His touch seemed to jerk her out of her sleep. Jude’s eyes opened as she rolled over and looked at the death knight. He grinned at her and she narrowed her eyes.

“Good morning,” his deep voice seemed to curl softly around her senses and she rubbed her eyes, looking down at his hand that had slipped from between her legs. Her eyes moved back up to his. He thought he caught a glimpse of a blush in her cheeks, but wasn’t sure given the lack of light in the room.

“I could have sworn I fell asleep under the covers,” she replied dryly, glancing at his hand once more.

“You toss and turn in the night. You must be restless,” he said simply, putting both arms behind his head as he continued to look at her. She smirked at his response, her hand pulling down the bed sheet on his side. She noticed his arousal and raised a brow.

“Looks like I’m not the only restless one,” she said, her voice low as she eyed his erection. He shrugged lightly, still looking at her.

“Mornings,” he merely stated. She grinned, deftly straddling him, grinding herself against his hardening shaft. A groan escaped his lips as he looked up at her.

“Would be a shame to let it go to waste, no?” her eyes were dark and he began to suspect he would struggle to leave her once he had finished helping her. He jerked his hips up, forcing the tip of his length to tease her wet slit. She moaned softly, body slowly undulating as her hips grinded against him.

“It most certainly would,” he said, his voice like a low rumble as he moved his hands from behind his head. He gave her breast a swift slap and she gasped, the pain stinging her skin. “C’mon, you’re used to pain, are you not, rogue?” he grinned, bucking his hips up again.

“Jude,” she said, bearing down on him, running her moist slit up and down his length, feeling it harden even more.

“Jude,” he repeated, his hand coming up to her neck, fingers lacing around it possessively. “Sexy and violent Jude,” his grip tightened and she felt the air suddenly escape her as he lifted her effortlessly, pulling her off him. His cock stood at attention, thick and throbbing, as he brought her back down, impaling her on it. She gasped, choking for air and let out a muted cry as he hilted inside her. “Sweet Jude. You’re going to be a lot of fun, I can tell,” She squirmed, her heart racing as she felt the fear of not being able to breathe. The death knight drove his hips up, burying himself deeper into her as his cockhead forced the entrance to her womb. Her eyes widened but no sound came from her and finally he relaxed his grip, letting her breathe.

She gasped, her hands coming up to her neck. Feeling him entrenched deep inside her made her senses reel. He kept his hand on her neck as he pumped up into her, driving his length deep each time. She bounced on him, her flesh presenting the power of his thrusts, rippling, breasts juddering. His free hand clutched one, squeezing tight as he groaned. He slammed her down on him, her gasps and moans joining his own sounds as he took control, regardless of her position over him. The strong hand came off her tit and retracted, delivering a fierce slap to the pale orb. Jude cried out, the pain spreading and warming her skin. He grinned darkly at her.

“Get used to the pain, Jude,” his voice was low, and it felt like crushed velvet against her. She reveled in his charge. She could feel the slow tingle in her core as it ebbed out towards the rest of her. She moaned and hissed in delight as her whole body began to urge its way to a release. He watched her intently, azure eyes drinking in every subtle detail. He had underestimated the effect she would have on him. He was aware now; the beauty and lethality in her would make it hard for him to leave. Being ensconced in her depths and her warmth was becoming addictive.

The death knight saw her body respond. He knew that each plunge into her was bringing her closer to her climax. His hand on her neck pulled towards him, bringing her down as he continued to drive into her. His ice blue eyes seared into hers, watching them shift in colour slightly as the pain and pleasure mingled into perfect cohesion in their depths. He latched his cool lips onto hers, tongue pushing in to claim her mouth and swallow her moans. Jude’s eyes finally shut and the cry of the orgasm tearing into her was consumed by his kiss as her whole body gave over to him, her pussy spasming in euphoric delight, coating him with her sweet juices and milking his still throbbing cock as he grinned, almost malevolently into the deep kiss.

She shuddered against him, her body lit up with pleasure as her eyes rolled back and she felt his lips on hers. Another thrust up and suddenly she swallowed his roar, feeling his cock erupt and blast his seed against her quivering walls. With his free hand, the death knight clutched a fistful of her dark hair, holding her close to him as he fired into her, the pleasure coating his entire being, bringing warmth to what was naturally cold. He finally pulled his lips off her, releasing the grip on her hair and she gasped, her skin tainted with subtle afterglow, her emerald eyes looking at him. She panted, feeling him still trembling inside her. The death knight smiled slowly, his eyes washing over her in approval.

“Victor,” he introduced himself as he looked up at her. His hand lazily trailed up, pinching her nipple, forcing it to harden between his strong fingers. She winced at the pain but smiled at him as his name fell onto her. She said it in her head, accentuated the syllables, let it dance invisibly on her tongue as she watched him.

He sat up, keeping himself inside her as he brushed her hair back. His eyes bore into hers and he was silent for several minutes.

“Get ready, let’s go find your foolish paladin. I want to see this new rogue too. I’m curious as to who was chosen over you,” the words were blunt and she felt their sting. She furrowed her brow as she pulled off him, annoyed at herself for letting them affect her in such a way.   He seemed to take no notice of her demeanor but let out a small groan as he felt her come off him. He watched her get off the bed and leaned over, giving her ass a crisp smack. She looked back at him, almost scowling.

“Save your venom, Jude,” he smirked and watched as she went into the bathroom.

The rogue splashed water on her face. She glanced in the mirror, upset with herself at her reaction. Letting out a sigh, she could feel his seed ooze from her depths, a reminder of their early morning copulation. Her body still held the colour of her release and she could not deny the hold the death knight was slowly placing over her. Victor. A name so apt, it must not have been one given to him at birth. Did it matter? Again she sighed as she let the tub fill with water. She ran her hands over herself. He sated her. His ways were different, but she enjoyed the pain and pleasure he forced onto her.

Dipping into the warm water, she immersed herself. Like the night before, her hand ventured down between her thighs, fingers running along her folds as she felt his essence slowly wash away. Her thoughts began to drift to Lex. She had a rough idea of where he would be. And now with Victor’s help, she could get her revenge. Yet the feeling didn’t seem to be as powerful the morning after. She furrowed her brow, fingers still playing around her nether. Inwardly, she craved for the vengeance to return. In her reverie, she didn’t notice the death knight at the door.

He stood, this time not saying anything. He merely watched her, wondering where her thoughts were taking her. His eyes spotted the gentle ripple in the water and knew where her hand was. He felt his length jerk slightly, aroused by the sight of her.

Jude opened her eyes and looked at him. She was silent, this time not retracting her hand. They remained, eyes fixed on each other, neither saying a word. The only movement was her hand below the water as her fingers found her clit. Her gaze endured on him as she looked over his form. She could see him stiffening and she smiled, not to anyone in particular. The colour in his eyes seemed to darken as he watched her and he felt himself harden more.

“Feisty Jude,” he whispered, his voice almost a low rumble, “Do I have to fuck you again before we head out?” Cold lips curled into a mischievous smile and eyes that were once icy suddenly seemed like a tempest forming. She merely smirked at him. He walked over to her, his arousal evident and inches away from her face for a brief moment as he reached down into the water finding her hand. “What are you doing here, sneaky rogue?” His own fingers traced the outline of her pussy and she blinked slowly.

“Why, bathing of course,” she replied, her eyes fixing on his now hard cock. He chuckled lightly, pressing a finger into her.   She clenched her jaw to stifle the moan.

“The rage you had seems to have passed. I can’t sense it in you anymore,” he said, his finger turning slightly inside her. She kept herself still, watching him.

“Oh, worry not. It’s still there,”

“Good, then tell me what your plan is. Where are these two?” he ran his thumb over her sensitive pearl and she pursed her lips together, feeling the pleasure start to grow.

“I-I’m not sure. I need to confirm that,” she said, trying to keep her arousal to a minimum, yet she couldn’t pull her eyes away from his length.

“Hmm,” he mused, pressing another finger into her. “Do I get to fuck the rogue before you slice her into little pieces?” he grinned and suddenly Jude felt a stab of jealousy pierce her. Her eyes narrowed, darkening intensely and he looked at her, forcing his fingers higher, “Oh, looks like I hit a nerve, did I?” He moved slightly, positioning his cock close to her lips. “I see venom once more,” The tempest in his gaze had erupted into a storm as he grabbed her head, forcing her down on his cock.

Jude hissed, glaring at him. She held her head back, fighting his pull, but he was too strong for her. Soon he had driven his entire length into her and her throat tightened around his girth. She gagged hard, her jaw sore, lips stretched tight around him. He held her there, his fingers mercilessly thrusting up and into her womb.

“This is the venom I want to see, Jude,” his voice was dark, and slightly jagged. The tightness of her throat was causing him to throb. Her insides wrapped snug around his fingers and he continued to defile her for his pleasure. She jerked in the water, causing it to splash as she felt the air escape her. Panic set in and the pain began to take control of her senses. His hand was firm on her head, keeping her on his cock as his fingers continued to possess her. Finally he let her off, a moment’s reprieve and she gasped for air, almost choking on the supply that rushed into her lungs. She glared at him. He smiled, fingers relaxing inside her. He leaned down and kissed her somewhat swollen lips. “I want your lust and I want your venom,” he whispered against her lips. She remained still in the water, furious at herself for the jealous outburst and the rampant desire for this person in front of her. She took a deep breath and slowly smiled at him.

“Go right ahead and fuck her,” she said dismissively. She stood up, forcing his fingers to slip from her. Slowly he stood as well, his ears picking up the subtle sounds of the water dripping off her and into the tub. “Maybe I’ll have to take one last taste of his cock too, before you chop him into little pieces,” she grinned, her eyes dark. Almost immediately his hand came up to her neck, clutching it tightly and forcing the air from her. He held her for a moment, silent.

“Perhaps we both have the wrong idea,” he said finally. The tempest had calmed and his eyes were cold once more. He loosened his grip and she swallowed as their eyes remained locked in silence. She knew in that instant, they understood each other.

It was just past noon when the door of the room finally creaked open. The fully armoured death knight made his way into the hallway. Jude remarked at how quietly he moved, given all the plate he donned. She brought the door to, locking it as she passed by him and made her way down the stairs. He waited a bit before following her, his eyes scanning the hallway.

When he descended the steps, she was already at the bar, handing back the key. She passed the barmaid a small purse of coins. Victor’s eyes washed over her leathered form, thinking back at the time they had spent in the room. He had not anticipated the evening to turn out the way it had. When he first noticed her walk in, he summed her up as a quick rendezvous, but she had turned out to be more than that. He licked his lips. His mouth felt dry and he had the urge to quench his thirst with her once more. But she seemed to be losing the venom that was so endearing to him. She was vengeful, he could see that much. Her retort to his comment about the other rogue had hit him unexpectedly. The surge of jealousy at the thought of anyone else having their way with her highlighted something in him he hadn’t seen in a very long time. He shook his head slightly trying to dismiss the thoughts as he made his way towards her at the bar.

“Done here?” he asked, a plated hand coming down on her leathered rear covetously. The feel of his hand on her ass registered in her but she didn’t bring attention to it, content to acknowledge it solely in her mind.

“Yes,” she said simply, grabbing her bag. “Is your horse stabled?” He nodded to her, eventually bringing his hand back to his side. The pair made their way out of the dimly lit inn.

They had spent the better part of the day traveling south through Deadwind Pass at a leisurely pace. Jude’s warhorse was grateful for the night’s reprieve but he still remained quite finicky as they neared the Duskwood border.

“You need to take better control of your steed,” The death knight remarked as he watched her traverse in front of him.

“He’s upset because I’ve ridden him too hard the last few days,” She countered, and he let out a chuckle.

“Then you should consider another more suitable mount,” His own horse neighed as the landscape began to look less barren. Duskwood was just around the corner.

“Perhaps I already have,” she glanced back at him with a smirk as she came to a stop. He brought his horse next to hers, his hand coming down on her backside again. This time she looked over to him.

“I’m sure your new choice will have no problem with being ridden as hard as you like,” he smiled, giving her ass a squeeze and bringing his hand back on the reins. She grinned at him and then looked ahead.

“We’ll have to go in through the side roads. This is Alliance territory. I’m to meet a contact in an abandoned house just southeast of the town.” She steered her warhorse off the main road. The steed seemed to complain at the change of terrain. Victor followed suit.

Soon enough they had come across a deserted house. It seemed more like a cabin given how small it was. Jude dismounted, leaving her horse round the back. The death knight did the same.

The cabin had a couple of chairs strewn idly on the floor. The hearth was cold, though remnants of a fire that once was lay charred, graced with cobwebs. Jude stood by the window, silent. He watched her from the blackened hearth. She was aware of his eyes on her as she kept her own peeled for any movement outside. Her ears suddenly perked and he tilted his head to the side, watching her react to what she had heard.

Before long a figure appeared. Victor could barely make it out over her shoulder. She stepped out of the cabin and he walked toward the door, remaining there as he watched her converse quietly with another Sin’dorei, a male rogue it seemed. The death knight’s eyes narrowed, watching intently, picking up the subtle mannerisms exchanged between the two. The conversation was too low for him to hear and he spied her glancing back at him. He folded his arms across his chest. The male rogue looked up at him, his expression neutral. He turned back to Jude and smiled at her, giving her a small piece of rolled up parchment. With a pat on her arm, he had disappeared as quickly as he had come. Victor frowned slightly, but remained, arms cross and leaning slightly against the doorframe.

Jude walked back to him, tucking the parchment into her chestpiece. He watched her do it, curiously. She studied his face, finding it unreadable. Her voice broke the silence.

“He’s been lingering in the main cities,” she said, her eyes looking over the death knight. She was suddenly aware of her attraction to him.

“Who was that?” he replied. The rogue shrugged casually.

“A contact,” she answered. “Someone I get information from every now and again,” He merely nodded, his eyes focused on her.

“It will be harder to accomplish in the main cities,” Victor said. Jude knew this. She inhaled deeply, walking past the death knight into the cabin.

“He is going to return with further information. It’s not exceedingly comfortable, but I suggest we camp out here for the night. My horse is pissed off with me as it stands,” She inspected the cold hearth and then began to make her way up the stairs. He watched her as he moved to the foot of the staircase.

Jude inspected the bedroom above. It still had an old bed in it. As to what condition it was in, she was loathe guess. But it somehow made her think back to the dilapidated room in Gilneas. She went to turn around and almost ran into the death knight. His presence made her jump, considering she hadn’t heard him come up the stairs. He smiled down at her.

“You must have been a rogue before all this,” she said, scowling as she moved past him.

“Maybe I was,” he replied. His gaze drifted to the bedroom as he took note of its contents. “We have no food here,” he said, looking over at her as she inspected the room.

“I’ll take care of it,” she said simply. “There’s an alliance town nearby. I won’t be long.”

“You’re going on your own?” he raised a brow. She walked back onto the landing and looked at him.

“Of course. As quiet as you are, I think they would still notice you if you decided to waltz in there with me,” She went to walk down the stairs, but his plated hand darted out, grabbing her arm and jerking her back to him.

“Sarcastic Jude,” he hissed, his breath chilled as he brought her closer to him. She stared at him, somewhat defiantly. She felt her arm get colder with each passing minute and she was painfully aware of the frozen aura he was emitting. Her nipples hardened beneath her leathers and he returned the stare, his eyes icy as they bore into her.

He had an urge to punish her, make her feel pain, but the death knight decided against it. After a few wordless minutes, he loosened his grip on her arm.

“Be careful, Jude,” he said finally. “I want that ass coming back in one piece,” She threw him a smirk and disappeared into the shadows.

The trek into the town wasn’t an exceptionally long one, except that the rogue had done it all on foot. It was easier to carry out the task when they didn’t know you were coming. Jude perked her ears as she made her way to the edges of the town, her senses heightened to everything around her. The weather was dismal. It had rained through most of the day and the townspeople had mainly kept to the indoors. She made her way through the center, noticing the inn. Stealthily she crossed the square and darted into the establishment.

It wasn’t terribly busy. The usual patrons were there, a table of random dwarves, drinking. Several humans were scattered randomly, conversing, drinking and eating. She noticed it was decently lit, much better than the one in Deadwind Pass.

Jude moved silently among the punters. A human couple nestled at a corner table caught her eye and she got closer. They seemed oblivious to her. Her skill at hiding in the shadows was quite honed as she spent most of her time there. She watched curiously as the man’s hand made its way under the woman’s robe. The woman whispered something urgently to him, but Jude couldn’t tell if she was resisting or perhaps encouraging the act. Regardless, she seemed to enjoy it and it spurred something on in her own self.

Her thoughts drifted back to Victor as she watched the man’s hand move under the robe. He whispered something to the woman and Jude suddenly felt quite aroused watching the pair. Picking up the subtleties in their movements, her ears perked as she heard a soft, almost inaudible moan, fall from the woman’s lips. Her robe rustled, the hand moving diligently, murmured words in Common spilling into the woman’s ears. Was he urging her on?   She watched closely as the woman began to move against his hand, details shielded by the rich fabrics of her robe.

Jude felt her stomach grumble. She inwardly cursed herself for wanting to stay and watch. She was here for a reason, to get them some food. How could she let herself get carried away watching some human get off secretly? She scowled to herself, glancing back only to catch the woman’s face contort in pleasure as the man had finally brought her to release. Suddenly she felt an ache inside her. Her hunger was not limited to food. She needed to get back.

There was no one in the kitchen and Jude quickly pocketed what she could. Freshly made small loaves of bread, a little slab of cheese all made their way into her bags. She continued to move stealthily, towards the bar. The busty barmaid was busy showing her wares to some inebriated human. The rogue wrinkled her nose. They both smelled foul. But while the barmaid was occupied, she helped herself to a couple of bottles of port, her hand also slipping into the cash box and pinching several gold coins as well.

As she made her way to the door, she looked back at the couple. It was hard to make out from the distance, but she was sure they were at it again. She shook her head and smirked.

Jude shut the door of the cabin quietly behind her.

“What took you so long?” the deep voice boomed and she spun around, letting the shadows fall from her. There was a small fire in the hearth and the room was warm. He still had his armour on and was kindling the flame. His eyes were on the hearth. Jude shrugged lightly, dumping her bag in front of the fire.

“There were a lot of people there,” she said. She sat down on the floor and began to unpack the bread, cheese and port. He watched her.

“Port too? You have been busy,”

“Gold as well. But I’m not sharing that,” she threw him a wink as she tore off a piece of the bread. He sat down opposite her, taking a small pouch from his own bag. She looked at it curiously. He brought out some parchment and dried leaves. “Bloodthistle?” she asked. He nodded at her, rolling it into the parchment. She took a bite of the bread. “I haven’t seen that in ages. It’s most certainly a relic,” He grinned as he took a small piece of wood from the fire and lit it. He passed it to her. She smiled and brought it to her lips, inhaling.

“It helps to keep warm,” he said, taking a piece of bread. She blew out the sweet smelling smoke and passed the thistle back to him.

“I can imagine it would,” she replied, looking him over. The scene from the alliance inn came back to her. It mingled with the memory of his cold hand on her arm.

“You saw for yourself how cold I can get,” He took a drag of the thistle, his eyes focusing on her.   Her gaze was on the fire, her mind playing with an array of images. The woman’s face as she released onto the man’s hand, the Alliance soldier in Gilneas and how sad he looked right before she killed him and the feel of the death knight’s icy touch earlier in the hallway above them. He noticed her far off stare and snapped his fingers in front of her face. “Falling asleep?” She turned to look at him, smiling somewhat.

“No, just recalling the events of the last few days,” She took the thistle from him, drawing the drug into her lungs. She passed it back, her thoughts heady.

“Oh?” he quirked a brow, taking his turn at the thistle. She nodded, her eyes still entranced with the flame. “Tell me then,” he set the joint down and took a bottle of port, opening it swiftly. After a few moments she turned to look at him. She smiled, somewhat intoxicated by the plant.

“Where to begin?” he offered her the bottle and she took a small swig of it. She handed it back to him and looked once again into the fire. He leaned back on his hands, legs stretched out and watching her. “I found out a week or so ago that I had been conveniently replaced,” her voice wasn’t as bitter as it would have been had she been recanting this a few days ago. Her head felt clouded, the drug was definitely doing its work. Victor merely sat, watching her intently. “Another rogue, as I told you. I think she was blonde? I don’t remember much. I’m not even sure how I found out,” she furrowed her brow, the memory seemed to escape her.

“You were lovers,” he said, as he swallowed a mouthful of the port. It left a somewhat bitter taste in his mouth and he pursed his lips. She nodded.

“But more than that. We fought together as well. The games,” The death knight chuckled.

“The gladiator ones?” He enquired. She nodded once more. “Children play games like that,” She turned to look at him, throwing him an icy glare.

“Fuck you,” she said bitterly. He leaned forward and grabbed her arm, forcing her close to him. His grip made her wince for how powerful it was.

“Oh you will, worry not,” He moved his face close to her and she could smell the thistle on him. She scowled inwardly for losing her composure. She would have to be more careful next time. He let her arm go, moving back to his place on the floor. “Gladiator games are what children play, Jude. They are just games. Fight to the death and then we’ll talk.”

“You don’t think I have death on my hands? You’re not the only one who owns that,” she said, standing up and moving closer to the fire. She placed a hand on the ledge above the hearth. “Why just before meeting you, I took the life of a young Alliance soldier,” Victor looked up at her.

“Did you, now? What did he do to deserve such a fate?” his voice was mocking and dry.

“Nothing,” she said simply. The hunger had passed, but the headiness from the thistle and port remained. “I didn’t need him anymore once I got my fill,” The death knight looked at her, her words ringing through him. Had she implied what he thought she did? He felt a sudden wrench in his gut, a malevolent force start to fester within him. But he remained seated, still, as he watched her.

“Your fill?” he took another swig of the port, the alcohol warming him somewhat. She turned her head back and glanced at him.

“My fill,” she stated. “Isn’t it customary for men to take what they want, when they want it? Do women not share those same urges?” She smirked as she looked him over. She felt bold, like she had that night in Gilneas. She recalled the soldier then her mind moved back to the couple in the inn. Her senses were somewhat inebriated.

“You fucked him,” Victor said, his eyes clouded over dismally as he looked at her. The words lacked question and were meant more as an assertion.

“I tied him to the bed and took him against his will,” she turned her back to the death knight once more, her thoughts swimming. “Well, it was against his will to begin with but he soon gave in,” She leaned down and picked up the remainder of the thistle, inhaling the rest and flicking it into the fire.

“Whore,” he said, taking another swig at the bottle. His eyes were dark.

“Now who’s the child, calling names?” She turned to face him, her words taunting him. His eyes were sharp on hers as he stood. This time when he walked to her, the plate armour made a distinct sound. It echoed in a ghostly way, macabre in timbre, the death knight’s footfalls heavy. She remained, standing, an expression of defiance towards him. His hand came up to her face as he gripped her jaw. The metal turned cold against her skin, almost freezing and she shivered slightly, her eyes still locked with his. He brought her face up, forcing her to strain her neck.

“Whorish Jude,” he said sinisterly. “If it's just cock you want, why such vengeance towards someone who took another whore over you?” His voice pierced her, his words felt like a skewer in her gut. But part of them rang true. Why did she feel so scorned? Had she loved Lex? Perhaps he was the first to give her a taste of what she desired. Was that it? Her thoughts were scattered and confused.

Victor’s eyes were on her, hawk-like. He noticed every nuance in her expression, every subtle detail in those emerald eyes. Her mind was thinking, thoughts racing and he could tell. He held her jaw in his firm grip. How fragile she really was. He didn’t mean the words; he said them to get a rise from her. But she didn’t take the bait. She was a clever one. He imagined her with the Alliance soldier and his thoughts turned obscure and angry. He hated to admit it but he wanted her for himself.

She stood, her jaw locked in his grasp, and she said nothing. For minutes they were there, by the hearth, wordless and quiet.

“I didn’t love him,” she said finally. The blue eyes seared into her.

“Then why the vengeance?” His breath was cold, his whole body felt frigid and icy. He looked her over as a raw pull inside him began to long for her warmth.

“I don’t know,” she said quietly, her jaw aching and freezing from his grasp. Her thoughts were a mess and she secretly damned the thistle. She couldn’t pull her eyes away from his, and she felt her body chill, the cold making its way to her very core. She shivered slightly, and he picked up the movement.   He released her chin, his hand falling to his side.

His cobalt gaze washed over her. The alcohol had done little to soothe him. His need was rampant and strong. He felt gutted by the thought of her with the Alliance soldier, but the image of her boldness and desire also aroused him.

He stepped back from her. Fastidiously, his plated hands went to her belt as he began to unlatch it. She watched him curiously, remaining still where she stood. He pulled the belt off and tossed it aside. Cold metal fingers slipped in between her leather leggings and skin and she shivered once more. Roughly he tugged the pants down, exposing her fully to him. His eyes came back up onto hers. He started to close in, the sound of his plate armour breaking the silence between them. He pushed his way into her personal space, forcing her to recede until her back hit the wall. She heard the sound of unlatching as he pulled down the front part of his legguards. Unfastening his breeches, his cock sprung forward, the flesh a contrast to the surrounding metal. She could feel the cold on him, the skin on her thighs rising in little bumps as it became chilled.

His hands reached round, grasping her pale rear as he pushed her up and against the wall. He positioned his hips and forced himself fully up into her, without warning. She let out a small cry, her eyes widening as she felt the cold penetrate her. The pain was almost numbing as it seemed to sear her insides, her own warmth struggling to gain control. He pressed against her, moving his lips to hers, keeping them there without a kiss.

“Will you be my whore, Jude?” he whispered against them, hilting deep inside her. She felt like she would freeze to the core. The words seemed to splash over her. What was he asking? She began to shiver, her jaw chattering from the cold. “I need your heat,” Slowly his hips began to thrust up and back and he groaned in delight, basking in her tight, wet warmth. She went to place her hands on his shoulders, but the plate was bitterly frigid. He forced her against the wall and there was no place for her arms to go but around him. Each powerful thrust made her body judder and she soon began to moan as he continued to drive into her with such want.

The rogue parted her lips to respond, but no words were spoken. What would she say? She didn’t even know what he was asking. As he drove up into her, the pain of the cold soon became familiar and she could feel herself weaken as the pleasure reared its head. He felt the change in her, felt her core begin to force its heat over the rest of her. He groaned, burying his head in her neck.

Victor gripped her ass tight, thrusting into her lithe body as he wrapped himself in her delicious warmth. He dragged his teeth against her skin, his eyes shut as he continued to push up into her. His hips quickened in pace, jutting back and forth, impaling her on his length. He pulled her down onto him, feeling his cockhead press at the entrance to her womb. She was so tight. He lost himself in her neck, his senses reeling with lust and desire.

She felt the pain subside in its entirety as the death knight began to pump up into her, his thrusts fast and hard. Each pull down forced her sensitive clit to grind against the plate and her moans became more frequent and needy. His face suddenly felt warm against her neck and Jude held onto him, feeling her insides revel with excitement, her body reaching the next phase, the thrill of release close. She held his head there, as she let her full weight fall down with each thrust up. The tease on her small pearl was too much to bear. The pleasure began to consume her and her moans became guttural, until her shrill cry pierced the air. The orgasm hit her hard and she felt herself drown in the delicious agony of her climax. The joy overtook her as every inch of her being suddenly felt alive and so aware. Her walls shook against him, milking him feverishly as she continued to moan.

Victor felt her tense. He could feel her body respond to his thrusts and it drove him further. The cry was music to his ears and as he felt her tight cunt grip him in her release, he smiled darkly against her neck. Her warmth spread over him, juices coating his thick cock as he continued to drive into her. Her pussy was relentless, urging his length to erupt. He clutched her ass, squeezing the cheeks almost painfully as he let out a roar, thrusting up deep and exploding inside her. His eyes rolled back, his head still buried in her neck as the pleasure washed over him, the cold dissipating as the warmth swelled inside. He groaned, his hips slowing as she drained him, his cock sputtering the last few bits of his seed into her. Finally he pulled away from her neck, running his lips across her jaw and fastening them onto hers. He kissed her deeply, still jutting slightly into her as she took every last drop he had to offer.

Jude remarked the change in temperature as she felt him erupt inside her. His lips were warm against hers and she lost herself in the kiss, her body still immersed in the rapturous pleasure he brought on. They stayed there, passionately kissing for several minutes. He didn’t want to pull away but eventually, he reluctantly did. The dark eyes were sky blue now and they looked over her face. Her own were searching his, her mind still clouded somewhat from the thistle. She panted against him, unwrapping her legs as he gently let her down, feeling himself fall from her depths. The question still lingered in her mind, but she didn’t bring it up, nor did she give him an answer. He stepped back from her, his length wavering, yet glistening with her juices, ashen against his armour. She kept her eyes on him for a little bit longer then began to make her way towards the stairs. Each step she took saw a piece of leather fall from her and his gaze was focused on her until finally she was nude at the bottom of the stairs. She smiled enigmatically at him, placing a bare foot on the stairs.

“I’m going to check if the water works in here,” She said simply, climbing the steps, her form graceful, breasts and ass supple. He felt the urge build in him once more, his eyes somewhat glazing over. She walked out of sight and he growled low, picking up the bottle of port and taking a swig.

If the rooms were cold, Jude didn’t feel it. Even naked as she was, she felt the warmth pulse from her core, her skin heated. The thoughts of vengeance were pushed so far back, she wondered if she had the same passion for it as she once did. Her mind spun with thoughts of the death knight. How he infused her. How he baited her. How she felt a void when he wasn’t near her, inside her. Even with the few moments away from him, upstairs, she longed for his touch again. Be it cold or painful, she wanted it all. She shook her head. Was this the thistle? Scowling, she made her way into the bathroom.

The water in the toilet looked stagnant. She turned the faucet on the sink. It sputtered and the pipes groaned, water spitting out but soon flowing. She shut it off and moved to the tub. It reacted the same way and she let it run a bit, swilling out the dust before she plugged the hole and let it fill up.

The water was icy, but she didn’t seem to notice. She lifted one leg over the side, plunging it into the frigid tub. Her body shivered but the reaction was purely physical. The other leg soon joined and she slid down, immersing herself into the arctic depths. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back. Thoughts of him flooded her as she lay there. Her skin felt tight and small bumps began to rise over it and its pale hue lightened more, as the minutes saw it slowly give off a blue tint. Her thoughts raced, overwhelming her. Her lips quivered, the colour slowly draining from them as she kept her eyes shut, falling into unconsciousness.

Victor had heard the water run. He fought the urge to rush up and see her again, naked and immersed. Would they always end up that way? He shook his head, warily putting himself fully back into his armour. The water stopped. The death knight looked around the place. It was deserted but not in bad shape. The fact the water still ran was a good sign, though he couldn’t imagine it was heated in the slightest. His ears perked. Things were deathly still upstairs and he frowned, taking swift, wide strides up the steps.

He wanted to come upon the familiar scene of Jude playing with herself in the water, but instead he walked in on her, still and unmoving. Her pallor was almost obscene and he removed his plate gauntlets, letting them drop to the floor. Fingers traced a pattern in the water and he immediately pulled them out. It was like ice. He sighed heavily, quickly removing the plate armour. Each piece hit the floor with a clunk as he stood finally in his breeches and linen shirt.

Strong arms dipped into the water, hooking under her shoulders as he pulled her out effortlessly. The water dripped off her, soaking him in the process as he scooped her up and brought her into the bedroom. Lying her down on the bed, he removed his wet clothes, straddling her as he brought the edges of the worn blanket over her. Silly rogue, what was she thinking? Sighing again he took hold of her shoulders and shook her slightly. No response. He retracted his hand back, hesitating somewhat, then swung it across, delivering a fierce slap to her face.

Jude felt the thoughts whir up again. She felt warmth once more. Suddenly the sharp sting of pain assaulted her senses and her eyes flared open. He was on top of her and this moldy blanket clung to her. Her cheek tingled, red from the smack and she brought her hand up to it, her eyes outraged.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” She cried. Her skin burned where he had hit her. The death knight rolled his eyes.

“I could ask you the same thing. You passed out in the bath. The water was ice cold,” he said, his eyes washing over her. She furrowed her brow in confusion.

“It was fine,” she replied.

“Yes, that’s why your lips are blue,” he said dryly. She scowled at him. “I came up expecting to catch you with your hand between your legs, moaning like a whore, and instead I find you in the early stages of becoming a corpse.” He shook his head, feeling her warm up beneath him. “Regardless of what I am, I’m not into dead chicks,” Jude couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment, as much as she tried to suppress it. He, in turn, smiled at her.

Her lips were gaining colour once more and he looked down at her, inwardly marveling at her features. Slowly he pulled the blanket open as he caught a glimpse of her pale breasts. The nipples were hard, her porcelain skin perfect. He shifted, lying on his side next to her as he cupped a supple orb and brought his lips to it. Latching onto her, he suckled, tongue twirling around the nipple. She looked down at him, her expression soft as she moaned quietly. His eyes grinned up at her as he pulled the blanket around them, content to fall asleep at her breast.

Victor stretched out his arm. The sunlight seemed blinding and he noticed the bed was empty. Frowning he got up, grabbed his breeches and made his way to the window.

He could see her, fully clothed in her leathers. The Sin’dorei rogue had returned. They were talking at great length. He watched her like a hawk, committing every detail of the encounter to memory. The man had said something and she had chuckled. His hand came up on her arm and the death knight frowned once more. It lingered there and he was sure he could see a slight squeeze. His eyes narrowed, their depths turning frigid at the scene. His insides churned over, a dull ache slowly consuming him. He hated the hold she suddenly held over him. It turned everything he knew upside down. Suddenly the venom in him grew, threatening to spill over.   He growled somewhat and grabbed his shirt. Quickly donning his armour, he went down the stairs. His footfalls were inaudible and with the same silence, he gathered his things, slipping out the back door like a thief in the night.

Jude smiled at the rogue, though her comfort level was challenged when he squeezed her arm. She had always wondered about his interests in her and he seemed to confirm them this meeting. Her thoughts were elsewhere and while he spoke to her all she could think of was Victor. Her body tensed when she felt his hand on her and even more so when he held onto her arm. She knew the death knight was fast asleep but still she felt wrong being part of it.

Finally the rogue left her and she drifted back into the cabin, shutting the door behind her. She couldn’t wait to get back upstairs, peel off her leathers and crawl into bed with Victor.

As she climbed the stairs, her hands went to her belt, swiftly unfastening it. Her gentle, silent footsteps made their way to the bedroom as she peeled off the belt. She stopped. The bed was empty. A quick glance around the room informed her all his armour was gone. Panic set in. Where had he gone? Her heart raced as she darted to the bathroom. Nothing. There was no sign of him.

The gentle footfalls were now hurried as she deftly made her way down the stairs. She scanned the main room downstairs. The bottles of port and food were still by the dying hearth, but his bag was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes shot to the back door. It was shut. Quickly she opened it and stepped out.

Her warhorse was still there, but his steed was gone. Her heart got trapped in her throat and she felt her gut wrench.

He had left her.

Slowly Jude shut the door, leaning against it as she slid down, collapsing onto the floor.

She wasn’t sure how long she had stayed there, lying on the floor. But her bones seemed to ache and she noticed the sunlight was waning. Slowly she sat up, and then gradually stood. She felt numb. The fire had all but died down. It was time for her to move on.

The death knight urged his steed on. He had ridden for hours, passing the border of Duskwood into Stranglethorn Vale. The temperature began to rise slowly and for the first time in a long time, Victor felt trapped in his plate armour. He urged his horse onwards. He wanted to make the zeppelin before the sun set.

His mind was in a fury. His thoughts laced with anger and rage. Visions of his sword slicing into the Sin’dorei rogue infused his senses. But his body ached. The withdrawal from her seemed to kick in almost instantly and he hated himself for becoming so attached.

He was merciless with his steed, forcing him on at a fast pace. The horse neighed and panted, complying with his master’s wishes. Soon enough the camp was in sight. Victor reared the beast towards it and came to a slow trot.

Quickly he dismounted, shuffling past the various people towards the zeppelin. He escorted his horse up, and waited. The attendant informed him it wouldn’t be long for the next one.

He cast his gaze over the land. The sea was calm; there was hardly a breeze to be felt. His eyes were cold as they washed over the landscape. His insides churned. He had to get back to a city. He had some research of his own to do.

The Undercity was desolate. The clatter of the odd beetle could be heard along with the steady swooshes and gurgles of the plague-like canals that lined the city. Jude took a deep breath. It had been a couple of days since she had left the cabin in Duskwood. Her mind was steeling itself with each passing hour. As if the vengeance with Lex hadn’t been enough, now she felt venom towards the death knight. The betrayal ran deep inside her and her mind was racing with thoughts.

Victor didn’t warrant any sort of reprisal in her books, but her heart seemed to ache and she hated herself for it. She despised herself for getting close to him. She longed to know where he was and what he was up to and the urge repulsed her. Scowling she turned into the Trade Quarter.

The Sin’dorei rogue was waiting for her with a smile. She didn’t return it as she went up to meet him.

“Change of plans for today, Sel,” she said somewhat brusquely. He raised a brow.

“Oh, how so?”

“I want some information on a certain death knight,” she replied.

“Do you have a name?” The rogue looked her over, concerned.

“Just a first one, Victor. He was with me at the cabin. I don’t know if you managed to catch a glimpse of him,” The rogue merely nodded, his face somewhat unreadable.

“I see,” he said quietly. Jude looked him over. She had always known his feelings toward her. How he was always there, ready when she called. His information was flawless, and his prices more than reasonable. He was attractive too, with his auburn hair falling loose over his shoulders. Her mind strayed to some extent. Maybe she should sleep with him. It would certainly keep her in his good books, and it would take her mind off Victor, but for how long? Even as she stood there, contemplating a casual encounter with her contact, the death knight beleaguered her thoughts. She clenched her jaw, cursing him silently as well as her nagging need. Sel watched her curiously. She smiled at him once she realized her thoughts were slowly permeating to her expression.

“How much to do all that?” she asked, collecting herself. He waved his hand dismissively.

“This one’s on me,” he responded.

“No, I can’t let you do that,” her tone was insistent. He placed his hand on her arm.

“Jude,” his voice was soft, “I saw how angry you were with Lex when you asked me to follow up on him. This… is different. I don’t know what’s going on between you and the death knight, but it’s definitely not anger that’s driving you.” He moved in closer, lowering his voice, “I think we both know my feelings towards you,” he squeezed her arm slightly and she kept herself absolutely still, “Perhaps you need to look at what’s right in front of you before you go off trying to grasp at those who clearly don’t want you,” Her body tensed, and she looked at him, eyes cold. Whatever chance he might have had seemed to instantly be blown by his words. Slowly her lips formed into a detached smile as she pulled herself away from him.

“Not to worry, Sel,” she said somewhat taciturn, “I won’t need your help after all,” she reached into her bag and produced a small bag of coins. “This is what I owe you for the information on Lex. It’s more than what we agreed on, and I’m sure you will find it fair.” His expression seemed to waver as he paused, but he soon composed himself and nodded, his hand dropping from her arm.

“Fair enough,” he said, “Good luck, Jude.” And within seconds she found herself standing alone, her eyes focused on the green canal beneath the small bridge she stood on. She sighed heavily. She could have just fucked him and gotten her fill. Why did she feel this loyalty towards the death knight? She clenched her fists. She wanted answers, and she was going to have to get them herself.

Victor threw his armour onto the floor of the room. Sleep was welcome but it didn’t come. The ride from Stranglethorn Vale to Orgrimmar had been a painfully long one. His thoughts were clouded with her and he wanted desperately to get Jude out of his mind, but this was proving to be impossible.

The orc capital was dusty and busy, and his room in one of the inns was small. It would do for the time being. He pulled a bottle from his bag. Uncorking it, he took a mouthful and swallowed. Sleep would have to be helped tonight, it seemed.

He was angry at himself for getting close to her. Another swig as he grimaced slightly at the alcohol. Having purchased it from the goblins, who knew what it truly contained. It could be engine fuel for all he knew. He put the bottle down, sitting on the bed.

Staring at the wall in front of him, he recalled their time together. How he detested this longing that remained. Why couldn’t she be a casual encounter like all the others? He sighed heavily as he reached for the bottle again.

The ache didn’t seem to dull any. The engine fuel wasn’t serving its purpose. The image of her hung heavy over him, and he abhorred how aroused he still felt, even with his feeling of anger. The moon waned as sleep finally overtook him.

Jude had never been a researcher. This became blatantly obvious as she spent the next few days trying to figure out where Victor might have gone to. Every inquiry met with a dead end. It didn’t help that she had no surname to go on. And who knew if Victor was his real name?

Days had passed and her frustration seemed to build. She was starting to regret pushing Sel away. She should have even slept with him. She scowled at herself. It was obvious to her that the death knight didn’t care, so why was she wasting time and loyalty on him? She kept pushing the nagging, wanton need to the side, but it was still strong, trying to force its way to the surface. By the third day in the Undercity, she had started to become restless. Against her better judgment, she sent a message to Sel.

He had responded almost immediately. And to her dismay and delight, he had done the research she had originally asked for. She had invited him into her room in Brill, still unsure. But the desire in her was fierce and threatening to break her.

She didn’t have to seduce him, he was willing and eager. And she recalled as she lowered herself down on him, all she could think of was Victor. She closed her eyes, milking him and taking what she needed, drowning out his groans with her own moans as she imagined the death knight in his place. But there was no roughness, no trademark pain. Her climax had been a vacuous one. It had sated her physical desire but still she wanted more. And the “more” she sought was out of her reach for now.

The rogue had left before dawn and Jude made her way out of bed, naked and sleepy. She filled the tub with warm water and as she slipped in, she looked over at the doorway out of habit. She knew she could keep trying to feed the desire that consumed her, but the one thing that would truly satisfy it was Victor. She frowned at the empty doorway and quickly bathed herself, impatient to read what Sel had left her.

There were a few pieces of parchment. Sel’s penmanship was easily legible and Jude settled down in a chair, scanning the pages. What little he could find, he had written. Victor had indeed been a rogue before becoming a death knight. This didn’t come as a surprise to Jude at all. Though what she read next did. He had been married. There was not much known of his wife’s whereabouts, or whether she was even still alive. Jude pursed her lips, feeling a tinge of jealousy as she read.

The words were laid out plainly and simply. The death knight had no real residence, although he spent most of his time in Kalimdor, namely Orgrimmar. Not much was stated about any sort of occupation. It was noted that he did frequent a tavern quite regularly at the Crossroads in the Northern Barrens.

Her ears perked. And before she knew it, she found herself grabbing her bags and leaving Brill.

Victor woke with a headache. The goblin brew had left him worse for wear and he groaned as he made his way out of bed. The loud knock at the door was enough to throw him into a rage, but then he recalled the appointment he had made the night before.

Opening the door abruptly, he signaled the orc in.

“You needed information?” the orc looked him over and noticing his state, shook his head, “Elves and their liquor,” he muttered. The death knight shot him a glare.

“I don’t recall me paying you to open that green trap of yours for your worthless opinion,” he said icily. The orc looked at him, choosing not to respond. “Her name is Jude. I want to know whether there is anything between her and this other rogue, a contact of hers.”

“His name?”

“I don’t have his name,” Victor replied dryly.

“Do you know where she is?” he asked. The death knight gave him a look.

“If I did, would I be paying you to find out?” he roared finally, the stabbing headache was merciless. The orc pursed his lips. “I want to know where she is and what she’s been up to,” The orc merely nodded. Victor tossed him a small pouch of coins. “Half now, and half when I get the information. And I expect it soon,” he said. The orc said nothing. He took the pouch and left the room.

Victor sighed and lay back on the bed. His head was about to split open. He glanced over at the bedside table. Taking the bottle in his hand, he downed more of the foul liquid.

The next few days passed like a blur.

It had been four days when orc finally returned. It had seemed like the longest four days of the Victor’s life. He had drunk himself into a stupor and was slowly getting rid of the headache that had come along with it.

He let the orc in, his gaze curious yet tired.

“What did you find?” he asked.

“The rogue’s name is Sel. Auburn hair, long yes?” the orc asked. Victor nodded. “They were both in the Undercity the last few days. Though the innkeeper in Brill mentioned they shared a room a couple of nights ago.” Victor felt himself tense, his hands immediately forming into fists. The orc made a mental note of his reaction as he paused. Finally he said, “That’s all I could find out.” The death knight remained quiet. He took another small pouch of coins and handed it to the orc.

“That will be all,” he said tersely. The orc nodded and made his way out.

Victor sat, frozen on the bed. His gut churned and he felt an ache inside. He had made the right choice in leaving. He knew this now. He had to detach himself from her the only way he knew how. He threw on his armour, gathered his bag and headed out to the Barrens.

Jude had taken the first zeppelin to Kalimdor. She had made her way to the Crossroads quickly enough. The tavern was exactly how she remembered it. Not much had changed. It was still as dusty as ever. How she loathed this part of the continent. She wrinkled her nose as she entered, unnoticed.

She waited, silent. The place was filled primarily with orcs and tauren. The stench of alcohol was rife. She watched the blood elf whores linger wantonly around the patrons. Sin’dorei women were a treat, especially for the sizable males of this area. The night passed excruciatingly slow, and every time the door opened her eyes would dart to it, her hopes up, only to be disappointed.

Jude’s body ached by the end of the night, the product of being crouched in the shadows and painstakingly still for such a long time. She had no idea when she would see him, if she would even see him. She sighed after the barmaid locked the place up. Grabbing what she could from the kitchen, she ate silently and fell asleep in one of the empty rooms upstairs, careful not to disturb anything or make her presence known.

The death knight was aware it was early to be heading to the tavern but he was determined to gouge any memory of Jude from his mind. He needed release. A whore from the Barrens would supply just that. Hopefully with a bit more coin he’d be able to hurt her, but he had to be careful. Leaving marks could become expensive. He wondered if he truly cared at this point. His head was still throbbing and he pushed open to the door to the tavern, making his way into the dimly lit place.

From the shadows, Jude snapped her gaze to the sound of the door, merely out of habit. After a few days at the tavern, she had begun to lose hope of running into Victor and she wondered how long she could last in such conditions. Her eyes widened when, to her surprise, she caught sight of the death knight entering. The armour she remembered so well, the dark plate covering his tall physique. She held her breath, her heart racing. She suddenly realized she had no idea how she would approach him. She seemed satisfied just to see him.

She watched as he walked to the bar and ordered. He kept his gauntlet on as he brought the glass to his pale lips, downing most of the drink. He winced slightly as his headache continued to assault his senses. The death knight looked around the room. Jude remained perfectly still, her heart thudding in her chest. She wanted to reach out there and then, but she lingered in the shadows, observing nonetheless.

The death knight said something to the barmaid but Jude was too far away to make out what. She noticed the woman nod and leave only to return moments later with a key. Several coins were placed on the bar and Victor took the key. Jude continued to watch him. He would be staying the night. Again her heart raced. She had an image of sneaking in while he slept. Suddenly she felt giddy. She watched as he sat down with his drink.

She inwardly cursed her excitement. She was still angry at him but try as she might, she couldn’t help feel the draw to the death knight. Like a moth to a flame, her eyes stayed on him. Her whole body seemed to ache as suddenly the need within her spiked. She kept herself in check, continuing to watch him.

Victor took the key from the barmaid and found a table. He nursed his drink slowly as his eyes scanned the room. The pickings seemed slim as his eyes scanned the few Sin’dorei whores in the tavern. He wasn’t interested in an orc or troll. He needed something to take his mind off that damned rogue. He finished the last bit of the drink and got up, making his way over to a blonde elf.

Jude furrowed her brow as she watched him stand and walk over to the Sin’dorei whore. She froze in place, her heart getting caught in her throat. Was he going to take one upstairs with him? Suddenly she saw him smile at a blonde and took her wrist as they made their way upstairs.

The rogue trembled, her whole body rigid. She forced herself to snap out of it and followed them up, carefully keeping her distance, knowing full well his background. She let them enter the room and heard him lock it. Her insides were screaming at her, almost deafening. She waited several minutes before picking the lock silently. She didn’t open the door just yet. Listening at it, she waited for the right moment to go in.

Victor escorted the woman up. His loins were aching for release and she would have to do. Anything to get him consumed with something other than Jude. She stripped before him, shamelessly. He looked her over, his expression neutral. He removed his armour in turn and placed a small pouch of coins on the table as he sat on the edge of the bed. She moved in closer, cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him. He let her kiss him, not returning the sentiment, his lips cold. She shivered slightly and his hands came up to clutch her bare ass. He gripped it with such strength it forced a gasp from her. His eyes went dark as he looked at her, his length rigid and wanting.

Jude’s ears picked up the noise and she clenched her jaw. She felt completely eviscerated. She continued to wait until she thought it would be safe to sneak in, the idea of what was going on, torturing her senses.

The death knight shifted, lying down on the bed as he pulled the blonde over him. She grinned, positioning herself on his crotch. He was hard and needed warmth. His fingers dug into her skin as he pulled her down onto him. She let out a cry as he groaned, embedding himself in her depths. He watched her undulate above him, the pleasure of her cunt giving him some reprieve from his thoughts of Jude. That cursed rogue. Even now as he lay back feeling this woman ride him, she still invaded his thoughts. He bucked up, forcing his cock deep into the whore as she moaned. He slapped a swaying breast and she gasped.

Jude hissed silently when she heard the slap. She gritted her teeth, lips pursed as she decided to enter the room stealthily. The door didn’t make a sound and as soon as it opened it was deftly and silently shut.

Jude’s eyes widened as she came upon the sight. The woman’s blonde hair cascaded down her back as her body surged over his. She saw his hips buck up into her. She suddenly found it painful to breathe. Every ounce of self-restraint she had swiftly vanished in that moment and all she saw was red. Immediately her hand went to her dagger as she snuck up to the bed, quiet as a thief. Positioning herself behind the woman, she emerged from the shadows.

The woman stopped with a gasp as she felt the rogue behind her. Victor stopped mid-groan, his face a picture of surprise as all of a sudden he saw Jude’s face appear over the woman’s shoulder.

“Miss me?” she said icily, her eyes a venomous green. Before he could react, the dagger had sliced through the whore’s throat and he felt her warm blood splash onto his chest. His eyes widened, aghast at the sight. Jude threw him a dark grin as she pushed the dead woman onto him and vanished.

It took mere moments for Victor to register what had happened. His cock was still firmly entrenched in the whore’s quim as he felt her blood soak him and her lifeless body fell onto him. Jude had disappeared as quickly as she appeared and he immediately pulled himself from the dead woman and stood up.

“Come out of the shadows, vicious Jude. I know you’re still here,” he growled and immediately lodged a chair by the door. If she tried to get out, he would know it.   He scoured the room, incensed. His mind raced, trying to process a million different thoughts at once. How had she come to find him? Why was she here?

Jude’s heart pounded in her chest as she remained absolutely still. He had blocked the door. The confined space spurred on a dreaded anxiety within her. She crouched in a dark corner, waiting.

His footfalls were heavy and urgent as he moved around the room. He was all too aware of the dead whore lying in the bed and he wondered how he would deal with it. He grit his teeth, cursing her. Suddenly he jerked his head. Was that a sound he had heard? He neared the corner where she hid and immediately grabbed her wrist, pulling her out of the shadows.

Jude’s eyes grew wide as he found her. She went to lunge at him, but his intense grip on her wrist forced the dagger to fall from her hand. She reached for the other with her free hand but he was too quick, grabbing that wrist as well. He pinned them both above her head as he forced her back against the wall with an audible thud. Her bones ached.

“Do you know how much that’s going to cost me?” he shouted, his face centimeters from hers. She looked at him, silent. His eyes bore into her, his face freckled with drops of blood.   She barely breathed, keeping perfectly still in front of him, her eyes not leaving his. He held both wrists with one hand, the other coming down to unsheathe her dagger and tossed it aside, disarming her completely. “What the fuck are you doing here, Jude?” he said, his voice enraged. She didn’t respond. His hand came up as he delivered a swift and painful slap across her face.

The pain seared her, her cheek stinging in the wake of the assault. She pursed her lips together, forcing the sounds down her throat.   He growled at her lack of response and began to tug at her leathers savagely. She squirmed, trying to writhe out of his grasp and was met with another fierce slap across the face. She winced, her eyes watering.

“I paid for this room, and I’m going to use it,” he said coldly. He pulled every piece of leather off her as he held her, pinned to the wall. She kicked out at him in futility.

“I’m sure the body is still warm,” she said dryly. He glared at her response and then quick as lightening gave her another brutal slap across the face. Her cheek reddened, the skin heated. She let out an agonizing groan.

“This one is warmer. And I don’t have to pay to treat this one the way I want to,” his voice was dark, his words sadistic in their intent. She hissed at him, curling her lips as if to spit, but he was too fast for her. Almost instantly, two fingers were thrust into her mouth, choking her. She gagged, her body jerking somewhat. “Enjoy the taste of your handiwork, Jude?” he asked as the bitter hint of blood on his fingers transferred onto her tongue. She tried to get used to the depth of his digits. “Or do I have to get another cock up here to keep that mouth shut? But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? I don’t think I could find an elf as you’d prefer. Or did Sel come with you? Maybe we can invite him in?” Jude suddenly went motionless at the mention of the rogue’s name. How did he know? Victor pulled his fingers out, wiping the blood and saliva on her cheek.

“You left!” she sputtered.

“I didn’t need to stay to watch what was happening right before my eyes,” He pulled her from the wall and swept the contents of the table onto the floor with his arm. He spun her round and forced her forward onto it, bending her over. Her body ached.

“There was nothing between us!” she insisted, trying to push off the table but he forced her against it once more.

“So he didn’t spend the night with you in Brill?” his hand came up, clutching her hair and jerking her head back painfully. She groaned.

“After you left!” Her throat hurt from his fingers and now from being yanked back at a fierce angle. She felt his other hand grasp her ass cheek, kneading it painfully. Her senses began to reel.

“I saw you from the window that morning. I saw how much he wanted you,” He spread her cheek, exposing that perfectly sinful hole.

“I know he wanted me, but I didn’t want him!” she hissed. Again came a savage tug on her hair. She felt as though her neck would snap.

“Then why take him in Brill?” he asked, his voice heated as he pressed his finger against her ass. She whimpered as she felt him there.

“I needed something to take my mind off you, you fuck,” she growled, her body arched in pain, his finger pressing teasingly at her puckered hole. Victor paused at her words, his thoughts heady. The whore’s blood stained his torso and his lust for Jude was overwhelming. He couldn’t deny the arousal that the whore’s brazen murder had instilled in him, especially when the killer was his sweet, violent Jude.

“I’m going to hurt you, Jude,” he warned. She frowned at his words and she suddenly felt a searing pain overtake her. He pressed his cock against that tight hole and without warning or mercy, plunged it in, dry and vicious. She let out a scream and his free hand moved to her mouth to stifle the sound.   He leaned over her, his bloodstained chest on her pale back, his lips next to her ear. His voice was gentle, almost a purr as his soft breath cascaded onto her skin “I despise you, Jude.” He whispered as he thrust in and out of her tight, unprepared ass. The pain wracked every inch of her as her eyelids fluttered. “You keep me wanting more and yet you torture me so,” he buried himself in her sinful depths and groaned. Her eyes rolled back as the agony threatened to make her pass out. “I want to gut you, but even then that wouldn’t stop my desire for you,” He drove into her, deep each time, her tight hole slowly getting used to him, the skin raw from his assault.

Jude felt weak, battered. Her whole body was alive with anguish as he continued to bury himself in her tender ass. She thought she would pass out, but instead she remained, fully conscious of what was happening. His grunts and groans fell upon her ears amidst the agony of his ferocious onslaught. Her breasts were crushed against the table, and she could feel the wood splinter in certain places, piercing her flesh ever so microscopically. Yet amidst all the pain, as he drilled her sinful hole, she felt the swell of wetness between her legs as her body began to recognize a creeping pleasure from it all.

Victor moved his hand from her mouth down between her legs. His fingers met her liquid sex and he marveled secretly at his effect on her. Even through all the pain and sadistic words, she was sodden and enjoying this. His senses reeled and in that moment he knew he could not be without her. He scooped up her succulence and pressed his fingers once more into her mouth.

“Do you see, Jude, how drenched you’ve become?” His voice was jagged, and it lulled her senses. She could taste herself on his fingers. “This is what I want. This is what I will have. And if you give it to anyone else, I will slaughter them in front of your eyes. Starting with that rogue,” the words hit her as she felt him push his fingers deep into her throat. She choked, gagging as her eyes watered. His thrusts increased in pace and she could feel him throb, ready to explode in her ass. She knew he was true to his words and she knew he would kill Sel. Her mind filled with several different emotions at once. She was consumed with his power over her and worried for the rogue, feeling such remorse for her actions.

Victor continued to pummel into her, his breath ragged and sharp. The grip on her hair remained and he moved his fingers from her mouth, hearing her gasp for breath. Giving her those few moments, he then wrapped his fingers around her throat, gripping it tight. She wheezed slightly as she felt him clutch her neck. He groaned and bit into her earlobe, suckling the flesh as he continued to lunge into her ass. He felt his release approaching, tightening his grip around her throat and cutting off her air completely. Jude’s eyelids fluttered as she felt her breath leave her. Her senses reeled and she felt faint, the pain and pleasure of his thrusts co-mingling. The death knight knew he had blocked off her source of life and a sinister grin formed on his lips, his own eyes rolling back as he suddenly let out a roar. He exploded fiercely inside her tight hole, his warm seed blasting against her insides and filling her up as his cock erupted. He felt her body go limp somewhat and quickly released his grip on her neck.

Jude choked in the air, wheezing madly as her head spun. She felt her ass wet, filled with his seed as his cock slowed in pace. Gradually he released her neck and the fistful of dark hair and she relaxed somewhat against the table. Her body ached beyond comprehension and she groaned, feeling him buried still inside her.

The death knight panted, the release had been like none other he had experienced. He straightened his upper body up, coming off her back. Both hands moved to her rear as he gripped her cheeks. Spreading them he saw the product of his assault. She was stretched tight around him, red raw and the scene caused him to grin in a somewhat sinister way. Slowly he pulled out, groaning at the delicious sensation and watching as she gaped briefly in his absence. He let her cheeks alone, allowing her to recover from his brutal incursion as he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her upright and turning her to face him.

The pair of them was a sight. His upper body was still stained with the whore’s blood. Her sinful hole leaked his seed and her own body was smeared with remnants of the woman’s blood. He cupped her face, leaning in to kiss her. His lips were cold against her skin and they seemed to soothe her. The kiss was tender, lingering and she fell into him, her body broken.

After a few moments he broke from the embrace. Glancing over at the bed and the body that remained, he looked back at the rogue.

“Let’s go,” he said simply.
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