The Warlock of Felwood

The soft clack of heels on the beaten stone grew louder. It was a deadly and graceful rhythm, each one measured and composed. In the permeating darkness, the faint outline of a hand rose, and a resonant snap echoed through the dark silent halls. The brazier hanging from the high vaulted ceiling flared into a brilliant green flame, illuminating the hall with the unholy tinge of a deathly green hue. The ebbing and crackles of the demonic flame danced on the walls, the fickle nature of the fire scattering and gathering the shadows.

Beneath the brazier, amidst the dancing shadows, stood a pair of piercing, cold, emerald eyes. The brilliant irises seemed like enormous lakes of the purest green, so utterly captivating, one could easily be lost for hours merely staring into those eyes. Yet the beautiful gemstones could chill any mortal to the bone, pervading them with piercing dread and fear. Only to those Cinna chose, of course. Cinna’s arm lowered back to her slender and graceful frame, her midnight blue robe hugging her seemingly exaggerated curves tightly. Her bodice was cut excruciatingly low, teasing the outside world with her curvaceous orbs and tight cleavage. Her robe anything but modest; it appeared that the slightest tug would unravel the blood elf’s dress in a heap at her feet. Cinna’s creamy complexion was the envy of her Sin’dorei peers, truly the epitome of flawless and unmarred beauty. Her long blonde strands of silky hair seemed to have a life of their own as they moved and dance in harmony with her steps. Cinna loved the attention she received from her warlock peers. What she loved even more, however, was staring into their eyes with her piercing gaze, until they withered and shirked back into the shadows to hide from her.

Cinna’s true interest was in this secluded hallway. An ordinary oaken door stood before her, the sickly light of the deathly green fire beating on the door. She knew the room all too well, she had nearly memorized every speck and crack on the ceiling. A surge of emotion rushed into her as Cinna’s mind fluttered back to her first time. Her “tutor” was supposed to show her a ritual to dominate a small impling. The warlock had given her a first-hand lesson, instead. She reminisced as he grabbed the moldy tome in her hands and tossed it aside, and scooped her delicate frame in his arms. Those oh so powerful arms. Cinna’s expressionless face broke into a smile as she subconsciously licked her lips. And then he flung her over his shoulder despite her protests. There wasn’t a thing she could have done, the warlock was far more experienced and powerful and she was a mere neophyte back then. He carried her back to this very room, kicked the door open with his foot, and flung her terrified body on his mattress. The warlock leaped on her, and tore asunder her simple black neophyte’s robe into rags… She could still remember the lust-crazed look in his eyes as he ravaged her.

Cinna smiled. He was on a “special assignment.” He’d be back soon. Cinna snapped her fingers again, extinguishing the hanging brazier. Her graceful footsteps echoed through the darkness.

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The pair trudged through the dense foliage of the Felwood for hours. Mooni heard the faint sounds of a war tiger’s footsteps, and the familiar cling of a glaive against a Sentinel’s plate hauberk. Rescuers searching for her, no doubt. Mooni’s eyes glanced up from the ditch, past the twisted trees, and could see white fur moving along the road. A part of her told her to yell for help, to sprint towards salvation. Another part of her beckoned her to look at the warlock standing beside her. Mooni’s eyes could feel Vaithen’s gaze, burrowing into the depths of her soul. She knew better. He didn’t have to say a word. She knew.

As the slow plodding of the tiger grew fainter in the distance, the warlock traveled further and deeper through the woods. It was as if the Felwood was his backyard. His strong-framed body, covered from head to toe with black satin, and emblazoned on the edges with arcane runes, never missed a step as he stepped past hidden roots and tangles. Not a single branch snared or tugged at him. Mooni was not as fortunate. Though the night elf tried to follow in her Master’s footsteps, she was scratched and bruised by the ancient trees. She no longer looked at them, their knotholes seemed as if they were screaming in silent rage at her, as if they loathed and despised her and her kind for abandoning them to this torture. It was as if they consciously let the warlock by, so they could attack the following night elf. Mooni draped two long pieces of her Master’s black fabric around her chest and pelvis. A small bit of pride still clung to her… she wouldn’t parade naked around as this warlock’s sex toy. But the satin was drenched. It was all she had to dry herself after bathing in the spring, and the fabric clung to her in a most revealing manner. Mooni hoped it wouldn’t be too much to ask for if it dried soon, even in the humid Felwood sun.

Mooni gasped in shock as her daydreaming was interrupted by the warlock’s firm hand around the back of her neck, wrapping itself around her collar bone. A flurry of emotions rushed through her – arousal at the warlock’s strong touch, but it was mostly fear at what he would do.

His commanding voice sent shivers through her body. It brought back… memories. “You will stay close to me. You will not say a word. You will do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand, slave?”

The night elf nodded as she stared into his chest. She never wanted to look into those fearsome eyes of his again. Mooni felt the tug as the warlock forced her forward through a wide ruined column. The place permeated with an aura of sheer… malevolence. It grow stronger with each step she took, until it was nearly a choking sensation inside of her. She fought the urge to fall to her knees and beg the warlock to not take her any closer. Then it dawned on her. This was Jaedenar.

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Cinna grew excited as she could sense his aura growing stronger. That commanding presence… she could feel it anywhere. As a blood elf, Cinna was attuned with the ebbs and flows of magic, but the power radiating from the warlock was unimaginable. She thirsted for him again so much… Cinna wanted to drink in his essence, to be utterly dominated and leashed by the warlock. Soon. Very soon. His special assignment was done, and she would have him all to herself… Cinna was getting too excited. She started to moisten at the mere thought. “Patience, Cinna. He’s coming.”

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The sheer corruption and taint of the place was incomprehensible to the night elf. The warlock nearly dragged her by the collar now. Mooni could sense countless eyes concentrated on her. Concentrated with hatred, and loathing. Mooni could even hear cackles of maniacal laughter, the rough voices of orcs, and the slithering evil of warlocks chanting in Demonic. She stared straight at her feet now. Mooni didn’t want to see the faces of her demonic captors. Her one reassurance was the firm hand on her collar. The source of her fear earlier, now it seemed like the only thing she could rely on amidst the terrors surrounding her.

Vaithen led the frightened elf around the tainted moonwell, the sickly plagued waters bubbling on the surface.

“Forget your past, slave. This is your new home.”

The sunlight quickly faded as they traversed the spiraling staircase down into the heart of Jaedenar. Each step was impending doom to the elf, each one heavy with trepidation and fear. Had she known that this warlock was an agent of such unspeakable evil, Mooni would have… well, she wouldn’t know what she would have done. She painfully forced out the memory of what they had shared together at the spring. They were greeted at the bottom in the antechamber by a slender blood elf, dressed scandalously. Cinna flung her arms around the warlock, embracing him with a tantalizing kiss, pressing her bosom against his hard chest.

“Welcome home, Master Vaithen!” Cinna bubbled excitedly. “I assume that this is the specimen for the ritual?” Cinna eyed Mooni’s form suspiciously, her piercing emerald eyes staring intently at Mooni. She wanted to whimper, find a corner to hide from this blood elf.

“Indeed it is, Cinna. Go inform Lord Fel’dan. The ritual will begin tonight.” Vaithen gently released the blood elf in his arms, and sent her off with a loud slap on her inviting behind. Any other denizen who would be so bold would have been incinerated to ashes, but not this warlock.


Vaithen turned to the night elf in his grip. “As for you, I have plans for you. I think I will begin my… preparations for you.”

The warlock led the night elf through the winding tunnels deep beneath the earth, away from prying eyes. They turned into a secluded hallway, this one paved with obsidian and marble. Mooni’s eyes could not pierce the pitch darkness until… she heard a snap. A ferocious flame burst into being on a brazier hanging high from the ceiling. The warlock thought nothing of the impressive feat as he dragged his prey forward. Unmistakable foreboding filled his slave…

The timbers of the door nearly burst open as the night elf’s frame was flung against the far wall, landing against the cold, hard marble. The warlock was on her immediately, his invading tongue forcing itself into Mooni’s mouth. Never before had she felt so powerless… or aroused. The warlock’s firm hands nudged her chin upward, to ease open her mouth, to accept his warm tongue lapping against hers. Mooni closed her eyes as she began to embrace Vaithen’s kisses…

Mooni felt her heart skip a beat as Vaithen’s hands wrapped around her waist, and slammed her onto his mattress, knocking the wind from her. His tongue did not relent as it violated her mouth, and his exploring hands tugged away at the strip of fabric covering her chest. Mooni could feel her imprisoned orbs bursting free from their prison, spilling onto her chest. She opened her eyes. His hand kneaded her pliant breasts, playing with her sensitive titflesh. His hot, heavy tongue agonizingly inched down her, down her cheek, down to her neck, tracing along her collar down to areola. His hot tongue wrapped itself around her nipple, suckling her her tit. His saliva glistened on her creamy purple skin, the contrast of the cold saliva on her burning skin was maddening to her senses. Mooni cooed as Vaithen pursed his lips against her nipple, the sensation sending shivers through her body. Why did it feel so heavenly if she was being violated?

Mooni wanted him. Wanted him so badly. The heat between her legs was unbearable, and was moistening quickly. Her hips involuntarily bucked against him, trying to grind against him. Vaithen’s finger found its way into her mouth, and she hungrily sucked on it, wishing it was his tool. Her passion was burning like a fire, and she was desperately in heat now. Never before in her life did Mooni feel as relieved as when the warlock roughly tore the fabric covering her sopping wet cunt. The cool air rushing against her was maddening, and begged his touch. The warlock’s hands wandered further down her silky body, his teasing fingers tracing circles on her hyper-sensitive skin as it meandered further and further down. His fingers brushed against her inner thighs, the teasing sending Mooni through the roof. She desperate wanted to nudge his fingers inside of her… Vaithen’s fingers dug into her ass, and she could feel his strength lifting her. The warlock scooped up the night elf lying on the bed and slammed her roughly against the cold stone wall, pressing his hard chiseled body against her soft flesh. Mooni’s frame was sandwiched between the unrelenting cold stone and the inflamed body of the warlock pressing against her, his heat apparent even underneath his black robe.


His gyrating hips grinded against her through the fabric as his hands worked to unfasten his robe. He had waited for this moment so long, to get this night elf exactly where he wanted her – in his chambers. Mooni moaned as she felt his musculature pressing against her soft flesh, the sweat of their bodies mingling. She desperately extended her tongue to lick his face, desperate to just feel his skin. Suddenly she felt a massive length pressed against her stomach, the tip wettening already. Her eyes nearly froze in terror as memories flooded into her mind again.

“No, master, no… don’t do this…” Mooni weakly protested, even though her body screamed, “YES!”.

Vaithen ignored the elf’s pleas as he positioned his throbbing erection at her quivering entrance, so full of need and desire. It was deluged with juices already, her pussy needed him badly. The warlock’s hands supported her as his body pinned her against the wall. Her legs were unknowingly already spread out for him, needing him to fill her inside so badly.

Vaithen slammed his cock home into the night elf’s pussy, his spear burrowing through her tight clenched muscles. He could feel his head parting aside the tight insides of her cunt, his cock chafing itself on every single inch of his slave’s pussy. Her cunt was like an unrelenting warm vice, undeniable in its grip, refusing to let go of the tool he had buried inside of her.

“Hynnggghhh!!!!” Mooni screamed in pure passion and pain as the warlock split her open. It was only her second time, and he was merciless in his passion. Her opening clenched tightly on his member, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her every being. It was a thing of beauty to see her cunt swallow him, to watch it deep inside of her, spreading her apart, her whole torso rocking from the invasion. Vaithen’s cock spasmed inside of her, unable to do anything but drive deeper into her. He had to fight for every inch inside of her pussy, so hot and tight. He buried himself to the hilt, sheathing himself completely. Mooni’s naked body trembled uncontrollably, her breaths in quick, ragged gasps as the warlock was impaling her against the wall. Vaithen began to slowly pull out of that delicious little cunt, before he embedded himself again, drawing forth feral moans from Mooni. Her body had taken over her mind, her eyes tearing from the pain of his cock tearing her apart. Vaithen thrusted into her again, feeling that unbelievable pussy clenching to him, clinging onto his fleshy member raping her body, her legs seemed to draw him in, to invite him to go deeper, to penetrate her even deeper. He let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in as the pure bliss of fucking his night elf overtook him.

His hard, forcing rhythm drove into her, pushing the air from her lungs and the thoughts from her head. Mooni couldn’t think at all, the maddening pleasure was neverending as each thrust shook her body. His hard thrusts jounced her body, her fleshy orbs swinging against him, the entirety of her body bouncing on his cock. Mooni’s exhausted body collapsed against him in a heap, sending both of them to the floor. Vaithen flipped his slave over, facing towards him. The warlock leaned over his night elf, looking deep into her eyes. Mooni’s clouded and hazy vision saw only pure lust, his brown eyes glazed and seemingly feral.

“You’re not getting away that easily, slave.”

The warlock grabbed her slender legs, throwing each over his shoulders. He inched himself closer to her bruised cunt, leaking fluids uncontrollably. He grabbed her hips and shoved himself inside of her. Vaithen groaned loudly as his cock sank into that hot, wet, velvety warmth. He stared down at his prey, a completely spellbound look in her eyes. His cock dived into her, penetrating her in places Mooni was unaware she even had. She could feel every bump and ridge and valley on his cock burrowing into her, brushing against her tight vaginal walls. Her eyes were completely wild and held an expression that couldn’t be lost on him as she found herself instinctively bawling her brains out. Mooni felt the warlock’s careless cock slamming against her cervix, penetrating her violated cunt utterly as he spread her ass cheeks apart and pulled her towards him, inching him into her, meticulously sinking every last inch of his cock inside of her. Mooni howled in pain as the warlock pumped into her, pounding his length all the way inside of her, the sound of his balls slapping against her wet skin filled her ears. He rocked back and forth, inching it deeper, grinding every last bit of penetration, eliciting an ear-splitting scream from his little whore as she orgasmed. It was like thunder striking through her, her body twitching and convorting, all her muscles clenched and tightened on the warlock, squeezing his cock ferociously. Every last sense seemed heightened, her skin was hyper-sensitive to the warlock’s rough touches. Time seemed to slow, and she could feel the warlock’s finger digging into her cheeks, his cock still buried and pulsating inside of her, lifting her up, and collapsing together onto the bed. No thoughts crossed her mind, she was completely ecstatic and unable to think. She had only one single-minded desire. Raw emotion flooded her, and she couldn’t sort out her feelings for this warlock. Did she hate him or love him for raping her? Mooni truly didn’t know.

She felt her body being flipped over, her face burying itself in the warlock’s warm sheets. Mooni felt her ass being raised into the air, as she heard the sound of his knees sinking onto the mattress behind. Vaithen mounted his slave like a dog, pressing his burning throbbing meat against her entrance. One single hard stroke. He met her on the wall, pistoning himself into her abused cunt. His body had become tight and rigid and unfeeling as he pounded her. All he could do was hold on for dear life, the incredible wonderful tightness of her damp cave sending him over the edge. Mooni grimaced as she felt his cock thrusting, tearing her apart. Her hands gripped the sheets in a death grip as his pelvis pounded violently against her body, disheveling her body, sending ripples through her, scattering her sweat-matted hair to the wind. He pounded into her with full force, fueling that unextinguishable fire he had kindled. Her entire body slammed against the back wall. He could feel the wall cracking, the plaster falling, thick tomes on the shelves scattering about. The pair screamed with each thrust, guiding each other to the withering heights above. Vaithen’s cock twitched and pulsed and ran freely as it slammed into her warm little fuckhole, throbbing hot, hard, deep inside of her. His body forced her against the wall, pushing with such force, a painting on his wall fell askew, while some vial fell to the ground and shattered. But they were completely unaware, caught up in their single-minded lust, her pink walls still clinging to him, massaging his cock. Her body melted into his hard muscles, strong flesh.

Vaithen couldn't control himself as his body began to shudder and shake, his mind was simply long gone. His cock was his only sanity now, and it throbbed with such endless need; it gushed out thick ropes of hot white cum into his little whore. He pumped his cock inside of her, forcing out every single last drop into her. The small night elf could never hope to contain all of his seed, their mixed juices leaking out of her pussy. Vaithen collapsed against his slave, feeling her heaving chest against his, simply beyond words.

Vaithen held the sobbing night elf against his chest, for no particular reason, he was far beyond reason. It was his instinct. Mooni cuddled in her Master’s arms, their breathing in rhythm together as they tried to recollect what had just happened. The sweat from their bodies drenched their bodies, and the mingled juices of their love stained the sheets, dripping off and forming a puddle on the ground. Vaithen could feel her racing heart as his slave wrapped her arms around his chest and weeped against him.

A shadow stood in the doorway. Holding the naked night elf in his arms still, he looked to the trespasser.

“’Preparing’ her for the ritual tonight, Vaithen?”