Lady and King

Notes are at the bottom guys.


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Stormwind Castle
Stomwind
Alliance Territory

After Wrynn assisted in making her presentable again—placing a kiss on the nape of her neck as he raised her dress—Sylvanas took the king’s arm and he led her on a tour of the royal grounds. She arranged an expression of polite interest on her face as he showed her the gardens, the music parlors and various other useless rooms a gently bred young noblewoman would find of interest.

She did not think it would be wise to ask to be shown the war room or the armory.

Sylvanas was aware that Wrynn did not entirely trust her, and would not be surprised if he’d already sent people to ferret out information about her. However, she was secure enough in her disguise so as to be relatively unconcerned, for now; if Jaina Proudmoore could not sense that the Forsaken’s Queen had taken possession of this body, then she doubted any other sorcerer in the castle can.

Having made the decision to gain Wrynn’s confidence in the interim, Sylvanas knew that her time as a spy will have to be adjusted accordingly: this can be no longer be a simple and quick mission. She would have to make arrangements in Undercity to compensate for her extended periods of absence… Areiel should serve well as her deputy: the Dark Ranger’s loyalty to Sylvanas was strong, her skill as a leader-general cannot be doubted, and she was one of the three people already aware of the Queen’s current occupation.

Wrynn stopped to allow a group of young mages scurry past them, their arms full of books and trailing scrolls. They bowed and murmured greetings to their King while casting speculative eyes on her person. Sylvanas inclined her head to them graciously.

She was amused by how her presence has disrupted Wrynn’s court. She could practically taste the ripples of political intrigue and changing agendas in her wake. Already Wrynn’s plan was beginning to take root: an unseen person had cast a delicate spell meant to reveal a hidden form on her body as she and Wrynn passed a partially closed door.

She had felt the spell, of course, but was surprised that Wrynn did as well—his arm had tensed for a split moment under her fingers. Interesting, she thought, so the warrior secretly carried some sensitivity to subtle magics. She would have to be prudent, then, in casting any spells around his vicinity.

They stopped by one of the large stained-glass windows on the upper levels. The sun was high in the sky—something Sylvanas knew she would have to accustom herself in this human city—filtering bright light through the colorful glass, dappling their bodies in shades of greens and blues. Wrynn let go of her arm and leaned back against the wall, his eyes unreadable as he considered her.

Sylvanas let the man look his fill and watched a small company of soldiers run drills in the courtyard. They looked more like boys and girls playing with sticks than anything resembling a military unit. Disgusted, she turned away.

“You are quite beautiful in the sunlight,” Wrynn said, though his voice did not hold a lover’s cadence.

“And this angers you?” Sylvanas touched a finger to the glass; its grain was not as fine as those in Silvermoon.

“You are also lovely in candlelight and ethereal in moonlight,” Wrynn continued. “I cannot take my eyes from you and yet you act as though having a king’s regard is only your due.”

“Ah,” Sylvanas said, smiling coyly at him. “You are in a sulk. Shall I fawn over you then? Exclaim how broad your shoulders are, how muscled your arms? Do you want me to fall into a swoon at your feet at the size of your… sword?”

Wrynn chuckled, his eyes lightening. “You make me laugh so easily, angel,” he said, touching her chin and tilting her face up for a kiss. Their lips met, clung.

“I want to suck you.”

Wrynn touched her bottom lip with his thumb. “Yes, but later. Right now I have responsibilities to see to.” He let her go and stepped back. “I will see you tonight.”

“I think I will visit the Cathedral this afternoon,” Sylvanas told him. It was something she needed to do. And, if all goes well, there can be much information to be heard among the silent clergy if one only knew how to listen.

“Ah,” Wrynn said, “perhaps I shall meet you there. I have not spoken with the High Priestess in an age.” He bowed and she curtsied.

They were both perfectly aware of the hidden ears listening to their conversation.

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Cathedral of Light
Stormwind
Alliance Territory

This, Sylvanas thought as she stepped into the Cathedral’s main hall, will be the true test of the disguise.

Crawling with talented priests and paladins, if there was any location more dangerous to her ruse, it would be here. And if she should meet the High Priestess or the Archbishop…

But this was necessary: Sylvanas could not move forward in her plans unless she was certain beyond any doubt that her charade will not be discovered. If she were able to walk without impunity in these most hallowed halls then indeed her possession was perfect and the human body had accepted her soul as its own.

Sylvanas would be able to move among Wrynn’s court without any fear of discovery.

She kept her gait smooth and her face composed as she strolled between the massive marble pillars. There were not many petitioners at this time of the day, just one ragged looking adventurer gawping about, and the heels of her impractical shoes echoed quietly under the arched ceilings.

“Welcome, noble Lady, to the Cathedral of Light,” a plain-robed monk greeted her with a bow. “How may we be of service?”

“Please pay me no heed,” Sylvanas said, “I simply wish to reacquaint myself with the Cathedral—I have been away from the city for quite some time.”

The monk smiled kindly upon her and Sylvanas continued on, stopping before the steps leading up to the altar where the High Priestess was conversing with two paladins. Archbishop Benedictus stood not three feet from her.

She saw, from the corner of her eye, Benedictus turn and consider her, his eyes sharp in his wrinkled face. After a long moment he turned away, and Sylvanas resisted the urge to smile in triumph.

When Wrynn entered the Cathedral, Sylvanas felt his presence before even hearing the commotion by the entrance. She breathed deeply, letting her breasts swell against the confines of her gown. She wondered, wickedly, what it would be like if Wrynn were to fuck her over the altar’s surface, her breasts bared and swaying in front of the entire congregation, hundreds of supposedly holy eyes on her as she took her pleasure from their King and cried out her climax on his cock.

Wrynn stopped just behind her shoulder. He dipped his head and whispered low in her ear: “You look so pious and smell so sinful, angel, care to share what’s on your mind?”

Sylvanas turned to smile at him, her face the picture of innocence, but before she could indeed tell him what was on her mind, Benedictus called out a greeting. “Sire, it is a pleasure to see you. Pray, what brings you to the Cathedral?”

Wrynn straightened, and became instantly the King of Stormwind. Sylvanas took his proffered arm and schooled her body, following his lead. “The Lady Emma wished to visit the Cathedral, and I found that I preferred to accompany her; I had not realized how long ago I had last visited these halls.”

“Yes,” Benedictus said, not batting an eye at the inclusion of an unknown lady in the King’s speech as though she belonged there. “It has certainly been some time since you’ve last been here. But that is only to be expected, having been preoccupied with the battles in Northrend.” He smiled at Sylvanas and bowed. “Lady Emma, is it?”

Sylvanas curtsied. “Emma Grey, your holiness.”

“Welcome to the Cathedral of Light, child.”

“King Wrynn, this is a pleasant surprise,” High Priestess Laurena said kindly, walking down the altar steps.

“It has been too long, Priestess,” Wrynn said. “May I introduce Lady Emma?”

The two women greeted each other, and Sylvanas saw nothing but pleasant regard in Laurena’s eyes.

“It is fortuitous that you visited us today, it has saved me a trip to the castle,” Laurena said to the King.

“Indeed,” Wrynn said, and without being told Sylvanas let go of his arm and stepped away, bowing.

“I will leave you to your discussion,” she said. “It was a pleasure to meet you, High Priestess, Archbishop.” She left to stand by the entrance. While she certainly would have heard something interesting had she stayed with Wrynn, she knew that it would be more to her benefit to not be seen as grasping for information. It would make Wrynn trust her more, later.

Besides, it can’t be very valuable information if it was something they could speak about in the open like this.

The attack, when it came, was not a surprise.

The rogue—again garbed like a Defias—came at her from the shadows. She heard Wrynn shout. Sylvanas was prepared to dodge the assassin’s swords but the adventurer she noted earlier jumped in front of her like a fool, clumsily deflecting the attack.

The idiot was weak though, and clearly unskilled; the rogue quickly lacerated his body in several places before Wrynn descended upon them like a wrathful god and thrust the Shalla’tor in the assassin’s body.

Wrynn shook the corpse from his blade and gripped her arms harshly. “Are you—“

Sylvanas frowned at him. “I am well, Sire. Compose yourself. Your attention would be better served on the fool that tried to save me.”

Wrynn’s arms tightened his grip for a moment before letting go. They turned to the fallen adventurer—a youth barely out of boyhood, really—as Laurena urgently cast a series of healing spells over his body. Eventually the boy’s face no longer looked to be in pain but Laurena’s brow was still furrowed in worry.

“Thank you,” the boy said weakly, his voice cracking.

“I’m afraid you shouldn’t thank me yet, child,” the Priestess said. “There is a poison in your body that I cannot cure; I have only healed your wounds and removed the symptoms of pain but…” she turned to a monk, “Quick! Bring me Lord Grayson!”

The paladin was already approaching them even before she finished calling. “What is this?” he yelled, holy mace held at the ready. “An attack? Here?”

“This brave youth deflected an attack meant for my lady,” Wrynn said, his voice severe. “The rogue had poisoned him.”

There was a minute pause from everyone at his words. Then Grayson knelt by the boy and cast his own spells. After a moment he shook his head, his face like stone. “This is a poison I am unfamiliar with. It is strong, and aggressive in his blood and organs.” He laid a hand on the boy’s shaking shoulders. “I am sorry, my son.”

“Oh,” the boy said, weakly. “So I am to die then?”

Beside her Wrynn exuded fury in waves; Sylvanas could feel his anger funnel into a need to do battle, to kill. “How long does he have?” she asked, claiming all their attention.

“A few hours, nothing more,” Grayson said, his voice heavy.

She turned to the boy who was currently sniffling into a dirty sleeve. “Quit your crying, boy, you are a warrior, are you not?”

“Ye-yes, but—“

“You have hours to live: what do you want to do?”

He sucked in a deep breath and stood up, straightening his shoulders. “I, I believe I want to rest and, and be comfortable in my final moments.”

What a pathetic wish, Sylvanas thought.

Laurena placed a gentle hand on his arm. “Have you no family, child? Do you not want to say your farewells to your loved ones?”

“Ah, no,” he said, flushing. “I’m an orphan, and only sixteen years, no one has even invited me in their guild… I, I don’t have anyone, yet…” Again, he looked about ready to burst into tears. Laurena put her arms around him.

“Oh poor boy!” she cried, “I am so sorry…”

“Then come with us,” Sylvanas said, having no patience for such sentimentality. “If you wish to spend the last of your life in comfort, you may spend it in the castle, instead of some common inn.”

“Uh,” the boy stuttered, shooting a nervous look at the furious King. “I don’t think—“

“I agree,” Wrynn said, voice booming with frustrated anger. “Come along, boy. I may not be there for the thousands of my people who’ve died in my name, but I will hold vigil with you this night.”

Sylvanas looked at Wrynn’s imposing face, and slipped her arm through his. His muscles jerked but he did not dislodge her fingers.

They left the Cathedral, the boy meekly trailing in their wake.

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Stormwind Castle
Stormwind
Alliance Territory


A room—one of those reserved for visiting dignitaries—was quickly prepared for the boy. He turned around, once, twice, at the opulent surroundings, mouth open in awe. “Ohh…” He ran curious fingers over the shining surfaces of the furniture, stroked his hand over the rich coverlet of the bed.

Sylvanas paid him no mind. She watched as Wrynn shrugged off his cloak and unbuckled and threw down some of his armor. The loud noise made the boy jump and squeak.

“Calm yourself,” Sylvanas told the nervous boy. “The King is not angry with you, only annoyed with the circumstances of your impending death.”

“Oh,” he said, gulping. “I’m sorry? Um, I don’t feel any pain at all, if that helps…”

“What is your name, boy?” Wrynn asked, suddenly.

“J-Jack, Sire.”

“Jack. You are a native of Stormwind?”

The boy nodded. “Born—well, I’m not sure if I was born here—but I was raised in the orphanage.”

“And you are of the warrior class,” Wrynn said, voice hard. Sylvanas took a seat and resigned herself to wait until after Wrynn had satisfied his king’s guilt before getting a cock in her mouth.

“Well,” the boy said, flushing. “Not, not like you, or your soldiers or um, any of the great adventurers out there… but yes, I guess.” He smiled crookedly, embarrassed. “My patron last year during Children’s Week was a warrior, and he took me with his battalion as they laid siege on Icecrown Citadel.”

“I see.”

“Yes, it was truly an epic battle,” he continued, becoming more animated now. “I saw the Lich King himself! Right there, sitting on his frozen throne! They, uh, did not manage to slay him… but it was a very close thing, and my patron’s shield took the blows from Frostmourne like, like they were nothing!” He smiled down at his hands. “I wanted to grow up just like him… so I became a warrior. I wanted to carry a shield and protect my comrades like he did. But I guess that won’t happen, now.”

Oh hell, Sylvanas thought as she saw Wrynn’s face became more and more dark during the boy’s heartfelt tale, at this rate the only company my quim will get tonight will be my own fingers.

“So,” she said, “if you could choose your reward for your bravery this day, you would like a shield of your own?”

“Yes, absolutely,” the boy said, grinning, then winced. “But I don’t think a shield would do me any good where I’m going.”

“True enough,” Sylvanas said, standing. “What other rewards would you wish for? Gold? A piece of armor?”

“Well, yes,” he answered, brow wrinkling in confusion. “But, it’s not as if I can take any of those in the afterlife.”

“Mm, yes,” she murmured, stopping in front of him. “That does make it difficult. What suitable reward then, would you consider fitting for a man about to die?”

“Um…” the boy trailed off, his eyes wide as he stared first at her face then, slowly, at the deep cleavage revealed by her dress. He gulped. “I, ah, I don’t understand the question?”

Sylvanas met Wrynn’s eyes over the youth’s head. He was staring at her with an incredulous expression on his face… that slowly morphed into reluctant admiration and amusement. Yes, that’s right, she thought, pleased, come play with me Wrynn.

“Have you had a woman, boy?” Wrynn asked, his voice almost pleasant now.

“Wh-what?” he squeaked. He almost stumbled back in surprise, but was stopped by Wrynn’s hand on his shoulder.

“A woman,” Wrynn repeated as he reached out a finger to Sylvanas’ jaw, trailing it delicately down her neck. “Have you ever felt a cunt gripping your cock? Touched and suckled on a breast?”

“Ah, n-no,” the boy stuttered, looking like his eyes were about to fall from their sockets.

“Then I’ll show you,” Wrynn said, and hooked his finger on the neckline of her dress, tugging it down until one peaked, pink nipple popped free. "As your reward."

The boy choked on air, mouth open and almost drooling.

This, Sylvanas thought as she looked from the boy’s stupid face to Wrynn’s intrigued expression, will be quite satisfying.

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Jack wasn’t sure if he’d already died from the poison and was now hallucinating among the stars. Death seemed to be a more reasonable scenario than the one he was actually in right now: staring at a beautiful woman’s—a noble Lady’s!—nipple that the King had just revealed to him.

He’d never even seen a naked breast outside of the dirty pamphlets the boys sometimes managed to smuggle into the orphanage.

And this one was so… so…

“Pretty, isn’t it?” the King said, idly rubbing it with a large thumb. Jack watched as it grew even more… stiff, pointing right at him. “Answer me when I ask a question, boy.”

Jack jumped at the command. “Yes,” he stuttered, “it’s very pretty.”

“Go on then,” the King continued, taking his hand away. “Touch it.”

Gulping, Jack chanced a glance at the Lady’s face and saw her looking over his shoulder at the King, a small smile on her beautiful face. He jerked his hand up, then down.

“Go on, boy, she’ll let you.” The King moved to stand behind the Lady. Jack slowly raised his hand and touched the nipple gently. It was hard—like his cock—and felt... really really good.

“Ohhh…” Jack moaned.

“Take her breasts out, my angel likes it when men look at her.” Gulping, he put both hands to her chest and, as gently as he could, lowered the pretty red dress until both breasts came into his view, bouncing ever so slightly. Jack couldn’t help it, he put his hands on them. The King chuckled, but Jack barely heard him. “Yes, they’re gorgeous, aren’t they? Big and soft, they overfill a man’s hands.”

“Yes,” Jack whispered, entranced, caressing the soft, generous curves, touching the hard nipples. He pinched them lightly, before he could think twice about it, and the Lady gave a shuddering breath, the breasts in his hands quivering.

“He seems to like them, angel,” the King murmured to her, kissing the curve where her neck met her shoulder. She arched in Jack’s hands. “Suck her tits, boy. Make her feel good.”

Not needing to be told twice, Jack put his lips around one nipple, groaning at the feel of the hard nub against his tongue and the soft, tender skin under his lips. She moaned, and the vibration went from Jack’s mouth straight to his cock. He’d never been so hard in his entire life.

“She tastes good, doesn’t she, boy?”

Jack tore his mouth from her breast and gasped. “Yes. So good.”

“Her cunt tastes even better,” the King said, casually. Jack whined, and helplessly grabbed his cock through his pants, made himself stop from coming. “It’s wet now, greedy for a man’s mouth, or cock. Do you think she’ll let you look at it?”

“I—I,” Jack stuttered.

“Ask her,” the King ordered. “Ask her nicely and maybe she’ll even let you stick your cock in it. I guarantee she’ll give you the ride of your life.”

Almost blind with lust, Jack managed to look at her face. She had reached her arm back around to bury her hand in the King’s long hair, and was kissing his neck. She turned dark blue eyes at him, a delicate eyebrow raised. Jack licked his lips.

“Please,” he whispered, voice cracking. “May I see your cu—cunt?”

Slowly she smiled, a seductive curving of her lips that had Jack seeing stars before she grabbed him by his shirt and hauled against her body. He groaned at the feel of her bare breasts crushed against chest and whined when she kissed him, her mouth open and so, so wet. She sucked on his tongue and he jerked, coming in his pants so hard he almost passed out. She kissed him through his orgasm, rubbing her tongue against his while her hand rubbed at his crotch until his cock stopped spitting out his seed.

“Hnggh,” he groaned once she let go of his mouth, his brain feeling like it had leaked out of his ears. Distantly he heard soft laughter, but wasn’t aware of anything until he suddenly found himself sitting in the middle of the bed.

The Lady herself was sitting at the front of the bed before him, her back resting on the elaborate headboard. Her gown had pooled around her waist, the rich red fabric a wonderful contrast to the pale cream of her skin. Her pale blonde hair was down, curling in thick tendrils around her shoulders. Her large breasts shone wetly in the light.

Wet from my mouth, Jack realized with a start, and felt his cock try to get hard again.

“The Lady just gave you permission to see her cunt,” the King said, his voice coming from the shadows. “Go ahead boy, and see what she has for you under her skirts.”

His hands shaking, he reached out and clumsily grabbed at the slick, expensive cloth, lifting it jerkily to her waist. He sat back and gulped, staring. Her long, shapely legs were covered in white silk stockings that ended in a pretty lace band at her thighs. They were pressed together and bent demurely beside her body. He could see a triangle of white lace covering her down there.

“Fuck…” Jack said, reverently.

“You’ll need to take off that pretty bit of lace between her legs.” The King sat down beside his Lady and casually raised a hand to palm one breast, lifting it’s weight and thumbing the nipple.

“R—right,” Jack said. The Lady gracefully extended both legs straight out and up, resting her ankles over one of his shoulders. Hesitantly Jack ran his hands up her legs, his callused hands snagging on the fine silk, until he reached her hips. Her skin was so soft and so white against his rough, browned hands. Gently he grabbed at the lace and pulled, staring at the perfect, smooth patch of skin he’d revealed all the while he got the delicate lingerie off her legs.

Once he had them off, she pulled back her legs to their original position, almost coyly.

It was then that Jack noticed that the lace in his hands was… “Oh holy hells,” he whispered. It was so, so wet.

“Ah,” the King said, noticing the Lady’s closed legs. “Sometimes my angel needs a little coaxing.” Jack watched helplessly, his cock hardening again, as the King turned her head for a deep, open-mouthed kiss. “Open your legs, my dear, let him see your pretty, wet cunt.”

Slowly, so slowly, she spread her legs until they were splayed, knees bent, and Jack could see… everything.

It was… it was…

“Lovely,” the King murmured. “Come closer, boy, and take a look.” Jack swallowed thickly and did as he was told, his eyes on her... place. “Have you ever seen a cunt before? No? Ah, then you quite lucky then, because this particular cunt is especially pretty. See this? This is her labia.” He reached out a large, brown finger and touched one side of her cunt delicately, at the edge, pulling it back to open it so Jack could see inside. “The lips of her cunt. See how red they are, how wet she is inside? Tell me what you see, boy.”

The Lady was panting, her limbs trembling. Jack licked his lips and said: “she, she looks really wet, um, and her c—cunt is very red—“ he broke off, surprised, as he saw it suddenly twitch and flutter, the walls inside clenching rhythmically, like a little greedy mouth. He saw more clear fluid leak out of her, almost in a rush. The Lady gasped, her breasts shaking with her shuddering breaths. “What…”

The King chuckled. “She liked you looking at her, I think.” He kissed her neck. “Here, boy, you should see this next.” He touched his finger to her cunt again, but drew it up, almost at it’s top. He used his thumb and forefinger to separate the shining wet skin and out peaked…

“This is her clit,” the King murmured, holding her open so Jack could see the little, swollen, red nub. “You’ve heard of it, yes? Good. My angel likes having it played with, like this…” He touched the exposed nub with his finger, gently rubbing and flicking at it until suddenly the Lady screamed, arching her back and panting, her cunt clenching and twitching and becoming more wet. “Put your fingers inside her, now,” the King ordered and Jack obeyed, sticking his fore- and middle-fingers inside the Lady, feeling the slick, warm walls of her cunt clench and grip his digits, the flesh clinging to him.

He whimpered. Could he really put his cock in there? Will she let him?

After she stopped shuddering, she looked at him, at Jack with his fingers still stuck inside her, and licked her lips. Jack’s mouth went dry.

The King kissed her cheek. “Well done, angel, was it nice?” She turned her head and kissed him, little tongue licking into his mouth for a moment. Awkwardly, Jack pulled out of her, his fingers making a wet sound as it left her cunt. “Well, boy,” the King said, turning to him, “do you want to fuck her?”

Jack gulped. “Ye—yes, Sire.”

“Ask her then.”

“May I,” Jack said, licking his lips and looking at her beautiful, flushed face, “fuck you, Lady?”

In answer, she knelt forward, pushing him to lie down. Jack stared at her hovering over him, his cock so hard in his pants, and saw her grab her ruined dress and pull it over her head, naked now except for her white stockings. She looked even more beautiful like this: kneeling over him with her full breasts, her small waist, her long legs on either side of his hips and between them her red, wet cunt.

Jack whimpered as she opened his pants and took out his hard cock, already covered with the seed he spent earlier. She gripped him for a moment, moving her hand up and down so he couldn’t help but thrust his hips up. Then, without warning, she sank onto his cock.

Jack yelled and bucked, spilling his seed immediately at the feeling of her cunt around him. “I, I’m so—sorry,” he stammered, humiliated, but she put a finger on his lips and kept her cunt on him, and he felt her clench deliberately around him, swiveling her hips back and forth until… “Ungh,” Jack groaned, feeling his cock harden inside her.

Then she started to ride him.

Jack moaned, gripping the sheets beside him, as she moved up and down his cock, the most extraordinary, most magnificent feeling of his entire life. All he could see were her breasts bouncing above him, her hands fondling them as she rode him; all he could hear were her gasping breaths and the wet, sucking sounds of her cunt on his cock… his entire world was her.

“What,” Jack gasped, as he could feel his climax overtaking him, “you—your name, Lady. What’s your—ung!—your name?”

She grinned, body collapsing over his, hips still moving up and down, and brought her mouth to his ear, her hair hiding them from the world.

“Sylvanas.”

The name echoed in his mind and he yelled as his body disintegrated in the most intense pleasure imaginable. His hips thrust up, his seed pumping and pumping into her cunt…

His world went dark.

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Sylvanas threw her head back, hair flying, spine arching, breasts thrust out in a very pretty display for Wrynn. She climbed off of the boy’s cock, the wet sound loud and obscene in the quiet room, and walked to where the King sat on a chair, his hard cock in his hand, her hips swaying languidly with each step.

He watched her, his eyes on her breasts, her waist, at the seed of another man trickling down her thighs. She stopped in front of him and raised one foot on the seat beside his leg, letting him see the boy’s ejaculate leak thickly from her quim. She touched herself, playing with her clit and thrusting her fingers into her—through the white mess already there—and made herself climax, watching his eyes watching her cunt all the while, his hand leisurely pulling at his cock.

She dropped to her knees at his feet and brushed his hand away, immediately putting her mouth on him, humming in pleasure at the large, solid weight—finally—on her tongue. It was almost too much to hold in her mouth. How wonderful.

“Is he dead?” Wrynn asked, petting her hair.

She pulled off and licked at his glans. “No,” she said, “just unconscious.” She licked down the thick column of his cock and took first one ball, then the other, into her mouth.

“Shouldn’t be long, now.”

“Mm,” Sylvanas purred, unconcerned—the silly boy got more than what he deserved, in her opinion.

“Still, it’s a shame,” Wrynn said, then grunted as she took him entirely down her throat, humming. He climaxed shortly, and Sylvanas swallowed around him before pulling off and climbing onto his lap.

Wrynn’s fingers obligingly went to her quim, playing with her. For long minutes the room was filled with the sounds of their kisses, and Wrynn’s fingers cleverly fucking into her.

“You can send him to the druids in Darnassus, if you feel that badly about it,” Sylvanas said absently, shivering through another orgasm.

Then she suddenly found herself deposited on the chair, alone, while the stupid, idiotic King shouted for his mages.

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Later, Sylvanas sat in front of the vanity in her room, the little maid from this morning brushing out her newly washed again hair. She yawned, feeling odd about it as she hadn’t yawned since her death, and savored the quiet ache in her quim. She hadn’t felt this sexually satisfied in… a very long time.

The door opened and Wrynn walked in. He waved a hand, dismissing the maid from the room.

“The Archdruid Fandral says the boy will live,” he said as soon as they were alone. “However, his body will take several weeks to fully recover and, as a result of the poison in his brain, his memories of the last month are completely gone.”

Sylvanas quirked a brow. “How unfortunate for him,” she murmured. And fortunate as well, she thought, I need not send one of my own rogues to kill him.

Wrynn smiled and picked up the ivory handled brush and ran it down the length of her hair. “Thank you, angel.”

“For what?”

He shook his head and bent to kiss the crown of her head. “Just, thank you.” He put down the brush and locked his eyes with hers through her mirror. “Sleep in my bed tonight.”

She felt her breath become suspended in her living lungs. “Yes,” she said softly, and gave her his hand.

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LMAAAAOOOOOOOO... Let me just say, for the record, that if I never accomplish anything else in my entire life, I will still die happy. That scene, with "Jack"? Yeah... hahahahhaha. Wow, even I can't help but be impressed with myself, as narcissistic as that sounds, lol.

Ecchi Baka Kon: Thanks for the review, bro. And yeah, Wrynn fucking Sylvanas in her actual body would indeed be epic. (Though I gotta admit I cheated and made her 'human' body a virtual duplicate, lol. What can I say? The devs really did a bang up job designing Sylvanas.)

faith4gotn: Thanks for the excellent review. Glad you like the sex, I do too, lol. Hope you still think it's not too much after this chapter, heh.

Dude from Mal'Ganis: Dude, nice one on catching the fuck ups early on (You're talking about after the 'journal entries' yeah?). Yeah, I was still getting a feel of writing. I haven't written anything in years, no lie, took me a while to get back to the hang of it. Re: humans cursing. Good point; I play a few Ally toons and didn't find it that jarring--but I'm not the guy to ask about lore so eh--but mostly saying 'By the Light!' just doesn't sound really porntastic, if you know what I mean.