Heart of Ice

“Defilers! Die!”



The Troll Priestess screeched summoning her holy energy to blast them with. Lyeald's fel hunter, Rathe, bit into her, sending his own dark energy into her. She stumbled on the spell, losing it completely. Cer'Ango swung his sword at the last of her body guards, who was now on his knees. The others all lay strewn about the alter, looking like various states of burnt, hacked or bitten.



Shadow surrounded Lyeald and refocused around her hands as she prepared to finish the priestess off. The troll had pushed Rathe away with her staff and was summoning her own spell, but Lyeald just smiled. Her spells had weakened her, she was barely standing up now, the priestess wouldn't have enough to hurt her now.



The shadows had coalesced into a ball in her hands and she focused it on the troll. It hit home, and knocked her down quickly. Lyeald could see that she was still breathing hard, but it was over. She went over to look down on the troll, who was staring into the sky with a horrified expression. Then she saw Lyeald and her eyes narrowed in rage. She lifted up a hand and spit something that the Warlock couldn't quite grasp, before expiring completely.



“I tink she just cursed ya,” Cer'ango said, suddenly at her back. She jumped a little but managed to stop herself in time.



She merely raised an eyebrow at him and then went to get the Priestess' necklace, proof she was dead and summoned her steed. Cer'Ango shrugged at her business like attitude and summoned his raptor to follow her out. As they rode down the steppes of the city, they passed the carnage they had caused on their way up. Fires were burning freely, bodies lay all over, a few survivors were hiding, running, anything but engaging with them. Jin'Thalor was a dead city, it would never be able to recover.



They got back to Raventusk village some time after the sun had set. There was no moon that night, but the trolls had good enough eyesight to see it was them. They had seen the fires, rising up above the city that sat above them, and so knew when they returned that they had been successful. The night watchmen cheered and offered them drinks, something Lyeald turned down, but Cer'Ango was more than happy to enjoy. When Lyeald turned in, she saw that he was already getting drunk and telling over exaggerated stories about the battle.



The next morning she was up with the sun. The village was already active, which is something she was no longer surprised about. Her short time on the road had taught her that Trolls could drink themselves into a coma, but still be up in time for breakfast. She had her stuff all packed and was on her way to the dock to see the flight master, when she heard a cough behind her. She turned and saw that Cer'Ango was there, looking pretty good for someone she supposed had only stopped drinking an hour earlier.



“And just where doya tink you're goin my girl?”



“The Plaguelands,” she said matter of factly, “I am done here, and I hear there is work up there.”



“Der are other places to go, ya know, de Plaguelands be depressing.”



She kept her expression level and calm, but now that he mentioned it, she was starting to have doubts about it. Perhaps it was too soon to go back there she thought. Rage and vengeance had burned in her heart, and she had managed to push it to the side so that she could stay focused on improving herself so that she could one day eradicate the undead, but there was something else stirring in her. She wasn't sure what, but she wasn't sure she could ignore it. It was telling her to go somewhere else.



“Alright then,” she said, “where would you suggest?”



He grinned at her, picked up his pack, which she hadn't noticed before, and started down the dock.



“I be tinkin about another world. My people, dey be settlin in a place in Outland. Zangermarsh.”



And so she went with him to Zangermarsh in Outland. At first she didn't like it, but it quickly grew on her. An alien world, full of strange creatures, new herbs for her to work with and demons to study and fight. There was always work to do, even after the fall of the Black Temple and Kael'Thalas' defeat on Sunstrider Isle, there were still demons to be taken care of, orgres causing problems and of course, the on going hostility between the Horde and the Alliance.



Cer'Ango proved to be a good companion, something she had done without for the last several years. Really since the fall of Silvermoon City to the Scourge. He was easy to work with, was respectful of her space and didn't seem to be out to make a friend or lover out of her. They had a nice, easy going relationship, which mostly involved doing a job, turning it in for reward, moving on. He certainly enjoyed his downtime more than she did, and he made the most of it, which she didn't mind, so long as he was ready to go in the morning, lest he be left behind.



After a few months of working together, she had warmed up to him though. He would occasionally talk to her about something other than business, tell a joke, and occasionally, she would find herself smiling at him.



In fact she began to notice a lot of things. The way he moved, the deep rumble of his laugh, the way he would go from perfectly still and disciplined in battle, to raucously drunk, all of these were starting to grab her attention more and more. She found she got a thrill if he touched her, even by accident. She was beginning to love the way he said her name, how he let it roll off his tongue.



Then the dreams started. At first she only dreamed of him in passing, which didn't bother her, he was with her all the time these days. But then they became more intense and erotic. Dreams where he roughly took her from behind, or gently made love to her from above, they varied wildly. She would wake up in a cold sweat and have to dump cold water on her head.



These were things she had not thought of in years, she had had urges yes, but she learned to keep them down. Even before the Succubus, she had forsworn lusty pursuits. And that's all this was, lust. She began to throw herself even harder into her work, sometimes going on trips without him when he had his fill. She slept and ate sparingly, nothing was to distract her from her work, because that was what would distract her from her lustful imagination.



It was to no avail. When she saw him, it fired up in her again, more powerful than before. Worse, she was making herself sick and vulnerable with her work, something he was noticing, and he expressed concern about it. Moreso, he showed affection with this concern, which signaled to her that he also felt attracted to her.



Eventually she decided, she had to go. She had to separate herself from him, lest she give in to her desire and lose focus on her goals. However, she couldn't simply leave without an explanation she felt. He had been far too good a companion for that. Then, as if by fate, a letter came from the Scryors in Shatthrath, asking her to come and do some work for them. An old teacher had recommended her it seemed, and she knew that this was the best way possible.



“Shattrath?” he said when she told him. They were in his room, and he had been preparing to go out and drink when she had come in.



“Yes, the Scryor's Tier. They've asked me to come and do some work for them.” She said this all matter of factly, in her usual composed self, but inside she was struggling with herself. Part of her did not want to go, wanted to stay with him, love him and forget about everything else. But she ignored it. She had her work, and it had been the driving force of her life for the last few years, she wasn't about to throw all the sacrifices she had made over lust for a troll.



“And I suppose,” he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “dis be an invitation for one?”



“Yes,” she said, a little softer than she had meant to.



“Ah, well I spose it was only a mattah of time before ya got bored and moved on, I just hate to see a good partnership end.”



He stood up right in front of her, looking down with his piercing eyes. She stared right back into them, as she usually did, but this time she found it took a tremendous effort.



“Its been an honor,” she said quietly and casting her eyes down, “I've enjoyed working with you.”



“It been a real pleasure for me too,” he said softly, “but it sound like yer leaven already?”



“Tonight,” she answered, looking up, “I am flying to Shattrath tonight. I just...” she couldn't finish, she didn't know how.



“I see,” he said with a resigned sigh. He then grabbed her and kissed her.



It took her completely by surprise and she had no time to react or even to push away. He held her with his strong arms, pressed against his body. After the initial shock she found herself giving into it completely. It had been so long since she had been kissed, and never like this before. She opened her mouth to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into her.



They parted, their lips still inches apart, breathing heavily. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest, almost as loud as her own. He traced small kisses on her cheek and down to her ear which he licked gently. She sighed and closed her eyes, forgetting all of her worries and fears. It didn't matter right now.



“I've wanted to try dat for awhile, but I figure I'd get fed to yah dog.”



She laughed, the fact was he would've been ashes before Rathe had a chance.



“Too bad ya're leaving tonight, ain't it?” he said, mischieviously.



“Oh, I don't think I have to go for a couple of hours,” he picked her up and placed her on the bed, “I mean, its not like Shattrath,” she stopped when he kissed her. He began undoing her robes, sliding them down her shoulders. Then he took off his shirt, “I mean its not like Shat is...far or...” he undid his trousers and stood there, completely naked before her.



“I don't have to leave before dawn.”







Five days ago...



“I don't have to leave before dawn,” he said, caressing her ear. He had received a letter, about an hour after they had gone up to her room, that he was needed back in Zul'Drak, something about a group of trolls having kidnapped civilians.



Lyeald tried to not let her disappointment show. Their last time had been so brief, and now again, they only had the night together.



“So let's make the most of it,” he said, pulling her into a kiss.



Her hand gently made its way down to his member, tickling it a bit before gripping it in her hand. Cer moaned quietly as she began pumping it, wanting to get him hard again, which took no time at all. She rolled onto him, letting their chests rub together, while she teased the head of his cock with her pussy. He gripped her hips and grinned at her in anticipation before lowering her down.



She took him in slowly, savoring each moment and inch that disappeared into her until she fully surrounded him. They stayed there for several moments, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation of him inside of her. Then she began rocking, gently at first, letting her hips slowly rise and fall, slowly caressing his cock with her pussy. He let out a shuddering breath and moved his hips up to meet her, matching her rhythm.



Each time she rose and descended, she went a little faster. He matched her, but his eyes looking straight into her told her that he wanted her to go even faster. It was only a matter of time before his frenzy would kick in and he would start thrusting into her fast and hard.



She began to pick up the pace, feeling her own need rising within her. His own thrusts were becoming more frantic and needy. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, caressing her cheeks and squeezing her butt. It sent little tremors through her already sensitive body and she could feel herself getting close.



Cer'Ango squeezed his eyes shut and was now thrusting out of control. She felt the first ejaculation inside of her and it pushed her over the edge. She cried out his name as her whole body shook with the waves of her orgasm.



Lyeald rested her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair. She felt sleepy, and could hear his breath slowing down. She wanted to fight sleep, to make love to him until dawn, but the feeling of contentment overwhelmed her and she fell asleep against his chest.