Tears of the Moon

Sylphiel awoke in his arms to the shrill cry of an otherworldly beast, it’s screeching roar echoing throughout the city. There was an enormous creature in the sky, with feathers of pure, elemental flame. Brilliant gouts of fire erupted from its body as it soared across the sky, leaving a trail of hellfire and brimstone in its wake. It’s fiery feathers drifted off its body onto the city, setting rooftops ablaze and incinerating feather imprints into the pavement below. It was Phoenix of Kael’thas Sunstrider. Countless arrows and bolts flew arked through the sky, piercing the flaming bird, each wound spilling blood of flame below, lighting the city below ablaze.

Sylphiel could see the Blood Knight had watched the spectacle long before she awoke. His eyes were glued on the battle, his fellow warriors dying on the field. “This is why they wanted House Sunstrider annihilated, and you, Sylphiel Sunstrider, executed.” Something else spoke in the Blood Knight. Looking into his eyes, Sylphiel could tell this was no longer her childhood protector and confidante. The crimson metal platemail, the outline bulging out underneath the tabard he wore on the outside, seemed to silhouette something darker. He seemed troubled. His broad bulky shoulders and tapered body was seemingly shrouded in an aura black as the midnight. Raising her eyes from his chest to his face, she immediately noticed now the rugged features of a male face tempered by the cruelties of everyday survival. His green Sin’dorei eyes, seemingly ordinary, shone with intense vigor and perhaps even a hint of madness.

“Astelan… you know I would never doubt you, but where are we going?”
“Somewhere safe for you.” His eyes never left the hellish avian raining fiery death on the city. “Where you belong.”
But doubt did arise in Sylphiel’s mind. This was not the Astelan she knew… The Astelan she knew was merciful. The Astelan she knew did not slaughter petty brigands. The Astelan she knew wasn’t… tormented. He was… different. But did she have any power now, stripped of her nobility and surviving on his whim alone? Sylphiel had no choice…

They walked through the broken streets of Silvermoon. Citizens feared to make eye contact, their nature cowed by the so-called saviors from the Shattered Sun Offensive. The Shattered Sun enforcers dared not trouble the Blood Knight again, the screams in the night was more than enough warning. Everywhere she was led, she saw suffering and pain. But what could a powerless princess do? She spent her years lounging in gardens, attending balls, and being adored by her people. She had no skill, she had no involvement in Prince Kael’thas’s maddened scheming, yet she and her family would be the ones to pay for it.

Hours passed as they crossed street after street, careful to sidestep the burning phoenix pinions smoldering in the ground and passerby Sin’dorei.
“Astelannn… can we rest? My feet hurt.” Sylphiel used the little girl voice, that always worked with Astelan. To her surprise, he seemed unfazed, only continuing to lead her by the rope and cloak.
“Astelan, did you hear me?” The frustration rising in her voice. Still, no answer.
“Astelan, please… can we rest? My feet hurt.”

His disposition changed. A seething anger burned inside of him, the flame of hatred flaring into a conflagration.
“Don’t you see, ‘princess?!’” Grabbing her shoulders and placing his hand on her head, his hands forced her eyes to survey all around them. “This is all because of you!”
He forcefully shoved into a heap of burning ashes, the ruined remains of some home or storefront as a crowd of Sin’dorei gathered to watch the spectacle.
“Astelan?? What are you sa—“ Her tears welled in her eyes as the onlookers watched her pitiful condition.
“This is all YOUR fault! You are guilty for all the crimes that Sunstrider has committed against the Sin’dorei.” His eyes were harsh now, alive with some otherworldly fervor. “Why do you think even the Blood Knights, your own honor guard, have forsaken House Sunstrider? The entire city is against you now, wench.”
“Astelan, don’t say such harsh thin—“ Sylphiel broke into sobbing, the lone tie she still had to her old world, was leaving her…
Astelan crouched down, to eye level with Sylphiel’s wet eyes. Placing his hand beneath her chin, he forced her emerald eyes to gaze into his.
“Mercy is for the weak.” His eyes were condescending, as if he were looking at some despicable creature. “You are mercy’s whore. Your whole life has been built around groveling and weakness. You are nothing.” His voice was commanded another quality now, as if he were pronouncing death upon a convict. “You wear your guilt like a second skin. Justice has come, girl, and it has found you lacking.”

“A-Astelan.. n-noo… please, don’t do this to me, you’re all I have left…”

“Mercy eats at the heart of justice. Compassion and forgiveness are mercy’s poisons. You will pay for your crimes, Sylphiel Sunstrider.”
Astelan’s hand gripped fistfuls of her luxuriant blonde locks, dragging her skull through the burned streets of Silvermoon, crowds of citizens watching in astonishment.
“Behold your whore princess, who has brought disaster upon us all. She will pay for her crimes against our people.”

His unyielding hand dragged her up the steps of Farstrider Square and into the Royal Palace, her eyes bawling with tears, howling for release, begging for her only friend not to forsake her. It fell on deaf ears, for Astelan was a Blood Knight first and foremost, lawful to the bone, his single purpose to enforce the law of Silvermoon.

Astelan roughly threw the sniveling princess on the marbled floor, before the feet of Lady Liadrin, Matriarch among the Blood Knights. Curling up into a ball, sobbing pitifully, Sylphiel was in no mental or physical condition to withstand the mandatory interrogation of all captured Sunstriders. Words were lost on her in her current state, she could only make out gestures through the film of tears in her eyes; Astelan pointing at her like she was some market pig, never even looking at her. The contempt in Lady Liadrin’s eyes when she gestured for Sylphiel to be taken away, interrogated. She was not even aware when she was dragged beneath the palace to the dungeons, and shackled to the wall. Only when a fist crashed into her gut did the pain bring her back to reality.

Sylphiel looked up into the face of her interrogator… it was Astelan.
“Good, I see you’re back with us.” The hate in his voice was unmistakeable.
“You’re going to tell me EVERYTHING. Every little detail about how you betrayed your people to Kael’thas.”
He grabbed her cheeks, forcing her to peer into his burningly hot gaze. “Do I make myself clear?” He whispered with a deadly menace.
Sylphiel started in a weak, ragged voice. “I-I-I d-don’t kn—“
A vicious slap across her face left a burning emblem on her cheek. “That’s not what I want to hear. Now tell everything.”
“I s-said… I d-d-don’t k-kn—“
His fingers tightened around her throat, threatening to choke her. Sylphiel could feel his powerful hand wrapped around her, hands that could easily crush her and extinguish her life. Tears deluged from her pristine emerald eyes, her ragged breath coming only intermittently in between sobs. Why was this happening?
“And I said, that’s not what I want to hear. Now tell me everything.”
Sylphiel could only look in her interrogator’s frightening eyes, burning with such fervent intensity that it horrified her beyond anything she had seen before. He was possessed by some spirit surely. She wanted to say the right words, say what would get her a quick death… but what were the right words? She choked and writhed in his grasp, unable to utter a word.
Enraged, the Blood Knight ripped her shackles from the wall, grabbing Sylphiel by the throat and slamming her against the damp dungeon floor, matted in wet straw.
You know better than to resist me, don’t you? You realize the difference in power, don’t you? You know what an enraged Blood Knight is capable of, don’t you? Nod.”

The frightened and bewildered blood elf nodded. She felt her will and reasoning sapping from her. The heated, penetrating eyes moved closer to her, towards her face. With a sudden intensity, Astelan caught her lips in his mouth, and plunged his tongue within, tasting the soft silkiness of her supple lips.

“Mmmmmfff!” Sylphiel mumbled in between breaths, her eyes wide with shock.

With her mouth enraptured, his hand slid down her shoulders and tore asunder the flimsy tattered cloth adorning Sylphiel’s lithe body. Astelan was impressed with the greeting he received, the Sin’dorei princess’s breasts had ballooned out of their captivity into impressive spheres of wobbling flesh. The orbs were a perfect match for his hands, filling it exquisitely. He lowered his mouth down to the dark brown nub that contrasted with the soft pink complexion of her skin.

“No… please don’t do this to me…” Sylphiel whimpered.

“I’ve waited a long time for this, princess. Don’t delude yourself, you’ve always wanted this as much as I do.”

“A-Astelan… no... p-please…”

Gently suckling on her tender nipples, he licked and slurped the areola in circles, sending Sylphiel’s back arching towards the sky as she continued to suppress her cries. Astelan pressed her flat against the damp dungeon floor, as he finally withdrew his tongue, leaving a string of saliva parting from tip to tip. He admired his handiwork; Sylphiel was flat against the wall, biting her lower lip and grimacing in a futile effort to resist surrendering herself completely to him. What little resistance could she possibly have in her mind and body, so utterly broken and humiliated, with nothing to cling onto? Her exposed chest was endowed with a gorgeous pair of pliant orbs, titflesh that melted in his mouth and nubs that hardened like a rock in his maw. Beneath her voluptuous bosom was a soft, toned stomach, the navel proportioned her midriff perfectly, and pointed downwards as an omen of things to come. Her bent legs were closed together tightly, as a sign of last-minute resistance.

“You will surrender yourself to me. Know that this is your penance, this is for betraying your people, whore.”

Astelan placed his hands on the top of her knees and pried outward, finding a wobbly resistance in her legs, but resistance nonetheless. Forcing both legs onto the ground to the side, he positioned himself between them and against her spread-eagled body. Her steady stream of tears was pathetic, her weak little hands desperately trying to shoo him away, claw him… so futile.

“AA-Astelan… p-p-please… don’t do this…” Sylphiel choked out in her cries.

Brushing the panties to the side, he was greeted by the sight of a magnificent bare pussy, the forbidden treasure he had been denied all the while guarding the princess for countless years.

“You’re going to confess, whore. You’re going to learn the meaning of justice.”

A pitiful whimper passed through her lips as his rough hands spread the legs further apart and pried open her dainty petals, exposing the bubblegun pink of her anatomy.

“Please, please! Don’t do this to me… I’ll do anything but this…” Sylphiel begged.

Ignoring the pleading elf, Astelan began to slowly undress in front of the naked blood elf splayed lewdly before him, revealing his throbbing member, burning with the same intensity that shone in his eyes. He stroked it slightly, perking it up and preparing it for voyage.

“It looks quite happy to see you.”

Astelan took ahold of her flimsy wrist, his powerful fingers forcing her palm to take a hold of the heated member twitching in her hand. With tears in her eyes, Sylphiel faced away from the inevitable as Astelan’s hand guided hers, forcing her to jerk him off, her smooth, unmarred hands sliding up and down his long shaft, each and every inch of that shaft that would soon be buried inside of her. It was coming… Sylphiel braced herself as she felt her hand on his flesh, that bulbous cockhead brushing up against her folds, his long, bump shaft sliding along her pink gash.

Positioning his cock at her quim, Astelan looked in her eyes and saw her quivering eyes beginning to tear, a puppy look, violently shaking her head ‘no’. Moving his hips backwards first to gain momentum, he slammed the full length of his meat into the blood elf. His sudden reaction was a burst of pleasure and senses dancing on his cockhead as it burst through her hymen and pussy, the utter tightness enveloping it completely, sending waves of euphoria through him. He watched as Sylphiel’s globes bounced from the impact, jouncing upwards and downwards as the force overtook her. She arched her back and screamed in anguish like a banshee. The sudden thrust felt like it tore apart her tight, unlubricated pussy, her inner walls clasped tight around the rod, clenching it tightly, as if it were some unrelenting fleshy vice. Sylphiel’s nostrils flared as she took deep, sharp intakes of air, still trying to fully realize what had happened as Astelan buried himself inside of her most private region.

Astelan began to slowly pull outwards after having relished for several seconds in fully sheathing himself in the pretty little virgin blood elf. His hands wrapped around her ass cheeks, pulling it towards him, forcing her body to meet his vicious thrusts. Sylphiel’s chest heaved as it took in lungfuls of air, her bosom rising up and down. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she broke into wild fits of sobbing and mewling as he took her. He pulled himself out completely, trails of her juices mixed with blood leaking out of her spent sex and onto the ground. Giving the inexperienced elf to take a breath and squirm beneath him, he placed his cockhead near her entrance again, slowly popping the blunt mass inside as it was enveloped by her delicate pink folds. He slowly slid it deeper and deeper in her tight little cunt, watching her face, her emerald eyes still quivering with fear and trepidation and cascading tears as every bump and ridge on his shaft slid inside of her, chafing against her tight innermost walls, forcefully extracting a sickening pleasure from defiling her tight walls
“Hynnnngghh!! N-n-nooo!! Please, stop!!” Sylphiel groaned as she threw her head back and gritted her teeth, her eyes pinching together in concentration.

Astelan couldn’t help but enjoy the elf’s screams, urging his primal instinct onwards faster and harder. He buried himself inside of her again and again, plowing her virgin flesh with a fanatical intensity, forcing his harsh, unrelenting rhythm into her quivering sex. It was a thing of beauty to see his shaft slowly sink into the tight little fuckhole, lubricated only with his precum and her blood. How viciously he slammed that tight sex again and again, mercilessly slamming into Sylphiel, the lewd sound of Astelan’s ballsack pounding against Sylphiel’s cheeks filling the air. He began to push himself deep within her, pushing against her legs, hands on either side of her. He leaned in close to her face, watching her facial features contort as she juggled sobbing with uncontrollable screaming. Sylphiel finally collapsed on herself and slid to the side into a fetal position, a deluge of tears distorting the beautiful symmetry and natural beauty on her face. Her abdomen was spasming, juices still leaking from her quim.

Placing his hand on the back of Sylphiel’s hair, he pulled her upwards and with the other hand, guided his pulsating cock into her delectable full lips. Placing his hands on the back of her head, he pushed it back and forth as her glazed eyes seemed to stare off into space. As the feeling built up inside him, he released his viscous load down her throat, sending rope after rope of hot semen cascading down her throat, that hot, sticky substance painting her throat white. He pulled his member from her mouth, watching the trail form a strand as he pulled away. Astelan casually tossed her back onto the ground, choking in between sobs, her arms trying to cover her tender breasts preserving what dignity she had left. Her knees were bent towards her, as if trying to form a barrier to any further penetration to her violated cunt.

“Now Princess, are you ready to tell me everything?”