Heart of Ice

Two years earlier...



“Control is what you must all learn,” Kerwin said as screams pealed through the room, “without it you are slaves to the powers you call upon.”



Lyeald pulled back some of her blasts to better control them, and found they were much more effective now that they weren't flying all over the place. Her imp, Krakul, laughed maniacally and jumped up and down as the gnome slave screamed in renewed agony. Dark energy swirled around her, pulsing through her mind and her hands and onto the dimunitive creature, who tore at his eyes and skin in agony. Finally he dropped to the floor, not dead yet, but weakened. Two of the Apothecaries laughed and picked him up, taking him back to their labs for more experiments.



She felt a little worn, but otherwise capable of taking on another target, assuming there was one. Looking around she saw that the few other students were killing the slaves too quickly, shadow and fire dancing chaotically around them. One of the Forsaken women was suddenly consumed by her own fires and screamed as it ate at her dead flesh. Without thinking, Lyeald unleashed a flash of arcane energy, drinking up the other student's mana and knocking the spell out.



Another student collapsed, his magic fizzling out, and the others were still having problems keeping the magic under control. Kerwin watched it all, not moving, barely speaking, letting his students destroy themselves if need be. He called it thinning out the herd, and made no bones about the potentially fatal consequences of failing his lessons. These lessons were harsh, draining and only a few made it through, but those who did were considered the highest of warlocks, and so many a student was honored just to be considered.



The Apothecaries came back with more slaves, and Lyeald went back to work.



Several hours later, Kerwin called the lesson to a halt. Only Lyeald and two others were still standing, and only she didn't show exhaustion, though she felt it acutely. Kerwin's glowing, slightly detached eyes scanned the other students, a few of whom had stopped moving hours ago, and grunted dismissively before waving the survivors away.



After only a week, there were now only three students left in the class, and two weren't looking like they could make it. Lyeald fought to hide her smugness as the other two stumbled out without dignity, off to find a place to get some precious sleep before the next lesson resumed in only a few hours.



“Lyeald,” Kerwin croaked at her as she turned to leave. She turned carefully, making sure to make eye contact with him, something non Forsaken found difficult at times. “Walk with me,” he said stalking past her on mishapen and rotted legs.



She briefly turned back to the room. Apothecaries busied themselves sorting through the fallen students, seeing who was salvageable for their experiments. Suppressing a shudder, and turned and followed her teacher out into the Undercity.



“A smart woman like you can guess why I wish to speak with you,” he said, “so I won't waste our time making you say it yourself. You have far excelled your fellow students in my lessons. Some are workable, and will make good low level operatives, but you, you have a good future in our craft.”



He looked at her sideways to gage her reaction, she only allowed herself a short nod.



He grunted and continued, “you have superior control, stamina and most importantly a strong will to do this work. So I wish to let you move on to the next stage of your development.”



Lyeald couldn't help but smile a little, and judging by his amused cluck, he had noticed. They walked in silence for several minutes, giving her time to process her excitement. She had been sent from Silvermoon City, having far exceeded what her teachers there could show her. Kerwin's acceptance had been the highest honor, as he was very picky about who he taught. To now be told that she was top of his picks was almost too much to contain.



They were going down she realized, deeper than the Undercity itself, into its dungeons. Here the stentch of death was almost unbearable and she fought to remain calm and collected. They passed cells with rotting corpses, captured Alliance soldiers, Scourge experiments and things she could not name or describe. Finally they came to a small cell where a human lay on the floor, groaning in painful ecstasy while a demon, a Succubus, sucked on his cock.



Quickly, Lyeald saw that blood was dripping from the creatures mouth and when she raised her mouth it was clear that she had been gnawing on his member. Teeth marks were all over his body and in some parts deep gouges. The demon was slowly eating him alive she realized, and he was too lustful to notice or care.



The Succubus mounted him, and he cried out in pleasurable agony as she rode his raw cock hard and fast, her tail lashing this way and that. Lyeald felt sickened by the display, but also strangely aroused. She knew it was the effects of the demon, who was in her element, dishing out both pain and pleasure without reservation, though she had never felt the effects before. It was almost overpowering and she could feel the heat building between her legs already.



If Kerwin was affected, he didn't show it. He instead said, “This is a warning Lyeald. This human was also learning the dark arts, and found a way to bind this beast to him. But her lust overpowered him. Now he is her slave, he will live indefinitely and she will feed off of him. This is the fate of many of our kind who do not have the will to resist the higher demons. “



He moved closely behind her and whispered into her ear, “You feel it don't you? Do not lie, I can tell you are aroused by this, even though your mind tells you not to be.” His hands were on her arms, and his breath was cold against her ear. It sent shivers down her spine which should not have been erotic, but were nonetheless.



“Yes,” she whispered and swallowed uncomfortably. She could feel his grin against her neck, and she let out a shuddering breath. Never before would she have thought of her teacher in a sexual way. Beyond the relationship of teacher and student which she held as sacred, he was undead, a rotting thing of unnatural life. She should be disgusted by his touch, but wasn't.



His bony hands slid under her arms and cupped her breasts, massaging them gently. He pressed his body to hers and she knew in an instant that he wasn't completely dead. She was starting to feel afraid, but the more afraid she became the more aroused she became. The human in the cage was sobbing as the Succubus rode him, raking her nails across his chest, drawing more blood for her to lap up. Was he feeling the same thing? Fear? Did his fear also become desire?



“Ooooh yesssss,” Kerwin hissed in her ear, “you are so ready, you would fuck anything right now.” One of his hands went down between her legs and rubbed her through the thin cotton of her robes and pants. She let out a sob, halfway between fear and lust.



“Even a dead thing like me,” he added and licked her neck, his cold tongue sending shivers throughout. He then slowly bent her over, so that her head was near the bar of the cage. She didn't think as she reached out to grab the bars for support, nor did she struggle as he began to slowly lift her skirt. Her legs were spread without her even realizing it, she was ready to take him, even if a small voice told her to stop this.



The human was panting as he neared his orgasm, and it was making her wet beyond belief, she couldn't think anymore, all she knew was the burning between her legs, and her teacher's cold hands starting to push her pants down past her but. She swallowed in anticipation, forgetting all doubts.



Until she looked up. The Succubus was riding her former master with reckless abandon, crying with delight as he writhed in painful pleasure beneath her, but her eyes were locked in Lyeald's. The look of sheer hunger went straight to her stomach and formed a cold gnawing pit there. She understood in an instant that the Succubus was also waiting in anticipation for Kerwin to fuck his student. She was going to feed off the unleashed lust, just as she was feeding off the human now. She was going to end up weak and helpless just like him, always desiring and never sated.



“No!” she cried and sprung up straight, pressing her back to the wall. Her heart was pounding and her stomach was a bottomless pit of fear, but she was able to think clearly again. She hurridly pulled her pants back up, and looked over to her teacher who had almost penetrated her.



“Excellent,” he said smiling with satisfaction, “you were able to resist her powers.”



A test Lyeald thought, of course. She could hear the continued groans of the human as he reached his tortured climax, mingling with the otherworldly screams of the Succubus. She shuddered, not bothering to try to cover it up. She had been so close to becoming like him.



“I would be surprised if you weren't disturbed,” Kerwin said, heading back up the stairs they came down, “it is important for you to realize their power, do not become complacent with these creatures, they are always trying to find a way to gain control.”



Lyeald nodded and started up after him.



“Master, would you have taken me if I had not resisted?” she asked.



He turned and cast his cold dead eyes on her.



“No mercy for the week Lyeald, no mercy.”





Now...



“Have mercy!” the girl cried as she was ripped by agony in her very soul. Lyeald looked at her without emotion. There was no pity in her heart, especially for the likes of these. The girl had made her choice to follow Arthas, now she was paying.



The girl let out a final cry as she collapsed into the snow. The fel-hound continued to gnaw on her side as she twitched her last. The essence of her life shot back to Lyeald, who closed her eyes as she greeted the stolen life force. A crystal materialized in her hand, and Lyeald stowed it away before whistling for her pet to come back.



She walked over to the body, steaming in the snow, and pulled off the hood. Luckily the cultist's robes were similar enough to her own that she could pass through without too much notice. Except she wouldn't be able to bring her pet. Sighing, she dismissed back to the nether, and set off towards the Cathedral.