Lady and King
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
15,304
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
0
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The world (of Warcraft) is not mine, the characters are not mine, Blizzard owns both, I'm not making money off of either, so please don't sue me, bro.
Wherein there is a** f******
Sorry for the long wait.
Update 01/06/11: minor edits to match version in ffnet. Thank you for the great reviews! Will respond in next chapter.
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Stormwind Castle
Stormwind
Alliance Territory
“Emma, by the Light, I must apologize for such—that I never told you—your mother and I never wanted… we loved each other, though we knew such love was… and we were so, so happy to have you—“
Sylvanas pasted an appropriately sympathetic expression on her face and impatiently waited for the man to stop blubbering. She hoped it would not go on for much longer. The Human had actually started crying. It was most off putting.
The two of then sat in an empty parlor after her ‘father’ asked Wrynn to allow them some privacy following the dinner. Soon after the man confessed the whole affair. Grey had tried to keep this fact a secret not only from the public, but also to Emma, as her mother had died a year after her birth and before their relocation to Stormwind.
Sylvanas reasoned the rest: Grey, being magically null, thought for the lie to continue indefinitely considering that Emma had been born physically indistinguishable from Humans and displayed no predisposition to magic. But, as one who actually knew anything about magic would expect, the Night Elves were able to sense what Elvish blood Emma had after the girl spent many months in their territory, her body absorbing Teldrassil’s energies. They must have confronted her, most likely shortly before she was due to leave Darnassus.
Sylvanas wondered if part of the reason for the girl’s mental death was knowing she had been lied to by her father all her life. Humans can be such delicate creatures after all, their psyches so easily damaged.
She was annoyed at not piecing the clues together sooner. After the initial examination of the body, she had not thought much beyond it being a convenient vessel for her consciousness. She should have known, from the ease it had accepted her magic, that there was something else.
When the Carstairs woman had confronted her, she had quickly assimilated the new information and essentially bluffed—trusting that whatever spies Wrynn had sent were able to uncover the same information. His calm reaction to the woman’s ravings provided enough incentive to follow through.
Sylvanas was displeased; she did not like overlooking particularly important details. She should have had the identity of Emma Grey fully investigated by her own spies… but, with the betrayal of Putress and Varimathras still so fresh in her mind, she had chosen to limit the number of people aware of her activities and gambled instead that the girl would have lived a thoroughly mundane Human life. Tonight that gamble turned sour though fortunately not disastrous.
However, perhaps more troubling was that Wrynn had known of this and kept quiet. Regardless of his benevolent attitude, this body’s mixed blood will have political ramifications within the court, if not the kingdom, and it was disturbing that Sylvanas did not have an inkling that he’d discovered such information about her. It might be that this was what upset him earlier that night, but he could also have discovered it the day before, when he came in contact with the druids… or he could have lied and in fact had not known.
If nothing else, this proved that Wrynn should not be underestimated.
It was very fortunate that there was no one that could unmask her.
Truly, he was a worthy adversary.
“—my dear?”
Sylvanas blinked from her musing. Apparently Grey was finished rambling. “Yes, thank you Father. But as you saw, there was no harm done.”
“Yes, it turned out surprisingly well… better than I could have ever hoped. You handled Cora’s attack wonderfully. I suppose every parent must one day face the fact that their child has grown, but still I was unprepared to see you so… well, you looked beautiful tonight, Emmy-girl.” He cleared his throat, finally composing himself. “I will do my best to suppress any… unpleasantness, resulting from tonight’s mishap. We might not have a lineage stretching back to the First War, but I finance over half of the businesses in this city—I hold not a little sway, myself.”
Sylvanas smiled and the garishly dressed man kindly patted her hand. “I am, of course, gratified to see you settled so well in court,” he said haltingly, face turning spectacularly red. “I know there are those who consider me negligent for allowing my unwed daughter to be drawn into such an arrangement with our monarch... but I trust that you will tell me if—if you are unhappy, won’t you? Your mother and I only wanted the best for you… and Wrynn does not, ah, exactly have a, er, gentle air about him.”
“Do not concern yourself,” Sylvanas said, wanting nothing more than to end this interminable conversation. “I am quite satisfied.”
Grey appeared to choke on air. “Right. Right. Well, I’m glad to hear that… yes.” Awkwardly he stood. “Now, if there’s nothing more, I should head home.”
“Good night, Father.” Sylvanas rose then said offhandedly, “And please, do keep me apprised of any… new developments in town. I think it’s about time I expressed an interest in our investments, don’t you think?”
Grey clapped his hands once, then smiled widely. “You’ve always taken more after your mother, with her gentle heart and indifference to the more practical things in life.” He laughed. “But I knew it was just a matter of time before your father’s blood will out.” He kissed her soundly on the cheek and said, “rest assured I will tell you anything of interest I happen across, my dear.”
XXX
Instead of her own suite, her maid showed her directly to the King’s chambers. Wrynn sat at his escritoire, out of his armor and reading a book. Penny led her to the attached bath where an extremely large sunken marble tub was already full of hot, scented water.
Sylvanas sighed and stretched once in the bath. “I’ll bathe myself, thank you,” she told her maid. “You are dismissed.” There was a distracting amount of tension emanating from the silly girl—a result of the night’s contretemps, Sylvanas was sure—and it was spoiling her pleasure in this luxury. What an unfortunate tendency these Humans have, she thought as she submerged herself and swam the short distance to the other end, of worrying over useless things.
She took a wide toothed ivory comb and gently ran it through her hair, letting the strands float as they liked along the water. In this particular dance, she had decided that Wrynn can lead; she will not debase herself by spouting excuses or currying his favor with sweet words or kisses. After all, it was certainly true that she had not known of this body’s half-blood status until this evening; there was nothing to apologize for.
She sensed Wrynn enter the bath on silent feet and settle comfortably on the marble floor. “Would you like some mulled wine?”
Putting aside the comb, Sylvanas glided to him and propped her elbows on the lip of the tub, shivering as her breasts touched the cool marble of the floor. Wrynn tilted his goblet to her lips and they spent languorous minutes alternating sips of the warm drink. “I will not ask questions that will force you to lie,” he murmured finally.
His eyes were gentle and infinitely inscrutable as he smiled at her, and for the first time since this charade began Sylvanas felt within herself a seed of doubt. However, she was not the Forsaken’s Queen for nothing.
She licked her lips, tasting bittersweet wine, and smiled; she raised herself up and Wrynn bent, meeting her halfway in a chaste kiss. A promise sealed.
Games within games, Sylvanas thought, where not even the players themselves knew all the rules… or the stakes.
What absolute fun.
Later Sylvanas found herself, damp and naked, pressed against one of Wrynn’s floor to ceiling windows, her panting breaths fogging the glass and her nipples peaked and aching as they rubbed on the cold pane. Below she could see two sentries as they patrolled the dark gardens. If they chanced to look up, would they see her, she wondered, as their King slowly buggered her open with an oiled taper and her own fingers plunged themselves into her cunt.
Wrynn put a hand on her breast and leaned to whisper, “What a marvelous picture you make. I don’t think I can wait much longer. Are you ready for my cock?” He pinched a nipple just as she pressed two fingers on her clit.
“Yes,” Sylvanas gasped, shivering through an orgasm that threatened to buckle her knees.
He pulled the taper from her ass and she had a moment to savor the sensation of oil dripping out of her hole before Wrynn pressed something much, much larger against it. Sylvanas moaned.
“Bear down, angel, and let me in.”
Sylvanas tossed her head back in a scream as Wrynn thrust in, her ass spasming on his length. He pressed her fully against the window, pinning her with his weight, and fucked her.
She had no leverage, no way to buck into his thrusts; she could only gasp and stare unseeing, her fingers rubbing her clit as she took his cock again and again.
“I think,” Wrynn grunted into her ear, “I will bind you, next time. Would you like that? Unable to move, only able to open your pretty legs for man and his cock,” Sylvanas whimpered, shuddering, “maybe—two men, or three?” Sylvanas jerked, climaxing hard. “Yes,” Wrynn continued through gritted teeth as she felt him empty his balls inside her, “yes, angel, just like that.”
After a moment Wrynn kissed her flushed neck and disengaged, then picked her up and gently placed her on his bed. Sylvanas still found it amusing to experience such gallantry from a man who’d personally tried to kill her countless of times. Idly she watched him retrieve a washcloth. “Not the nobles, then,” she said.
He looked up and quirked a brow. “No,” he confirmed. He sat beside her and ran the warm cloth around her thighs and hips. Sylvanas turned over and bent one knee up, presenting her wet cunt and ass. “The safeguards I have in place prevent them from gathering and consolidating power without my knowledge,” he said easily, carefully rubbing the cloth over her. “Also, with the successes in Northrend still fresh in their minds, they know better than to challenge me now.”
“The clergy,” Sylvanas murmured, voicing aloud her suspicions for the first time.
Wrynn tossed aside the cloth. “Mm, but which one?” he asked, pulling her into his arms.
Sylvanas dug a nail in his bare arm. “Don’t play coy, it doesn’t suit you.”
Wrynn chuckled. Sylvanas mulled over the information in her head, especially revisiting her experience in the Cathedral the other day.
“Do you know how deep this goes?”
“Nothing for certain, yet.”
Which means, Sylvanas thought, that if he acts now all he will catch are a few scapegoats while sacrificing a not inconsiderable amount of political clout. “They will need to grow more bold then,” she concluded, “and show their hand.”
“You sound like you have a plan.”
“When will you send out the soldiers to rout this supposed new Defias threat?”
“I finished drafting the order tonight; it goes out tomorrow.”
“They will assume that this capitulation is a direct result of the attack against me.”
Wrynn grinned. “Yes, punishment for daring to touch my lady.”
“Such chivalry, Sire, you make me blush.”
“Impossible,” Wrynn said. “I’ve never met a more shameless woman.”
Or Elf, I wager, Sylvanas thought, closing her eyes.
XXX
Royal Quarters
Undercity
Horde Territory
Areiel bowed upon seeing Sylvanas. “My Lady.” Bragor, Sylvanas was amused to see, almost bowed himself before arresting the movement.
Sylvanas nodded her greeting and said, “Send for Nathanos and the Spy Mistress from Venomspite; I wish to know what exactly those vermin from the Scarlet Onslaught are plotting.”
“At once, my Queen,” Areiel said and quickly left.
“What is this about the Scarlet scum?” Bragor growled, his eyes reluctantly following the Dark Ranger for a moment. Sylvanas considered him and noted the more relaxed slope of his shoulders, and the general air of quiet satisfaction that surrounded him and his two lieutenants.
“Your demeanor is much improved, Captain,” she murmured, lips curling slightly. “I trust the recent arrangement is to your liking?”
The seasoned Orc blushed like a whelp in short pants. “Excellent,” Sylvanas said, pre-empting whatever stuttering response he was about to make. “As for the Scarlet Onslaught,” she continued, “I’ve recently received intelligence hinting at a possible new threat coming from that quarter.”
“A threat to the Horde?” Bragor asked, brow furrowed.
“Perhaps,” Sylvanas said, shrugging.
“They’d be fools to attempt anything so soon after our people have decimated their ranks in Northrend.”
“Zealots are rarely rational,” Sylvanas said softly, considering. But they do need a leader. A scheme as ambitious as the one they are engaged in—if the Scarlet Onslaught is indeed the power behind the attacks against the Human crown—requires exceptional leadership.
With the deaths of Abbendis, Westwind and Landgren, I wonder, then, who controls them now.
XXX
Thanks for the reviews folks. They kept reminding me I had this thing to finish. (Since I stopped playing WoW the inspiration had dried up, so to speak.)
RimmerJr, faith4gotn, wanderingaddict, Bleh, Fawnheart and brainfear: muchos gracias for the kind reviews!
Update 01/06/11: minor edits to match version in ffnet. Thank you for the great reviews! Will respond in next chapter.
XXX
Stormwind Castle
Stormwind
Alliance Territory
“Emma, by the Light, I must apologize for such—that I never told you—your mother and I never wanted… we loved each other, though we knew such love was… and we were so, so happy to have you—“
Sylvanas pasted an appropriately sympathetic expression on her face and impatiently waited for the man to stop blubbering. She hoped it would not go on for much longer. The Human had actually started crying. It was most off putting.
The two of then sat in an empty parlor after her ‘father’ asked Wrynn to allow them some privacy following the dinner. Soon after the man confessed the whole affair. Grey had tried to keep this fact a secret not only from the public, but also to Emma, as her mother had died a year after her birth and before their relocation to Stormwind.
Sylvanas reasoned the rest: Grey, being magically null, thought for the lie to continue indefinitely considering that Emma had been born physically indistinguishable from Humans and displayed no predisposition to magic. But, as one who actually knew anything about magic would expect, the Night Elves were able to sense what Elvish blood Emma had after the girl spent many months in their territory, her body absorbing Teldrassil’s energies. They must have confronted her, most likely shortly before she was due to leave Darnassus.
Sylvanas wondered if part of the reason for the girl’s mental death was knowing she had been lied to by her father all her life. Humans can be such delicate creatures after all, their psyches so easily damaged.
She was annoyed at not piecing the clues together sooner. After the initial examination of the body, she had not thought much beyond it being a convenient vessel for her consciousness. She should have known, from the ease it had accepted her magic, that there was something else.
When the Carstairs woman had confronted her, she had quickly assimilated the new information and essentially bluffed—trusting that whatever spies Wrynn had sent were able to uncover the same information. His calm reaction to the woman’s ravings provided enough incentive to follow through.
Sylvanas was displeased; she did not like overlooking particularly important details. She should have had the identity of Emma Grey fully investigated by her own spies… but, with the betrayal of Putress and Varimathras still so fresh in her mind, she had chosen to limit the number of people aware of her activities and gambled instead that the girl would have lived a thoroughly mundane Human life. Tonight that gamble turned sour though fortunately not disastrous.
However, perhaps more troubling was that Wrynn had known of this and kept quiet. Regardless of his benevolent attitude, this body’s mixed blood will have political ramifications within the court, if not the kingdom, and it was disturbing that Sylvanas did not have an inkling that he’d discovered such information about her. It might be that this was what upset him earlier that night, but he could also have discovered it the day before, when he came in contact with the druids… or he could have lied and in fact had not known.
If nothing else, this proved that Wrynn should not be underestimated.
It was very fortunate that there was no one that could unmask her.
Truly, he was a worthy adversary.
“—my dear?”
Sylvanas blinked from her musing. Apparently Grey was finished rambling. “Yes, thank you Father. But as you saw, there was no harm done.”
“Yes, it turned out surprisingly well… better than I could have ever hoped. You handled Cora’s attack wonderfully. I suppose every parent must one day face the fact that their child has grown, but still I was unprepared to see you so… well, you looked beautiful tonight, Emmy-girl.” He cleared his throat, finally composing himself. “I will do my best to suppress any… unpleasantness, resulting from tonight’s mishap. We might not have a lineage stretching back to the First War, but I finance over half of the businesses in this city—I hold not a little sway, myself.”
Sylvanas smiled and the garishly dressed man kindly patted her hand. “I am, of course, gratified to see you settled so well in court,” he said haltingly, face turning spectacularly red. “I know there are those who consider me negligent for allowing my unwed daughter to be drawn into such an arrangement with our monarch... but I trust that you will tell me if—if you are unhappy, won’t you? Your mother and I only wanted the best for you… and Wrynn does not, ah, exactly have a, er, gentle air about him.”
“Do not concern yourself,” Sylvanas said, wanting nothing more than to end this interminable conversation. “I am quite satisfied.”
Grey appeared to choke on air. “Right. Right. Well, I’m glad to hear that… yes.” Awkwardly he stood. “Now, if there’s nothing more, I should head home.”
“Good night, Father.” Sylvanas rose then said offhandedly, “And please, do keep me apprised of any… new developments in town. I think it’s about time I expressed an interest in our investments, don’t you think?”
Grey clapped his hands once, then smiled widely. “You’ve always taken more after your mother, with her gentle heart and indifference to the more practical things in life.” He laughed. “But I knew it was just a matter of time before your father’s blood will out.” He kissed her soundly on the cheek and said, “rest assured I will tell you anything of interest I happen across, my dear.”
XXX
Instead of her own suite, her maid showed her directly to the King’s chambers. Wrynn sat at his escritoire, out of his armor and reading a book. Penny led her to the attached bath where an extremely large sunken marble tub was already full of hot, scented water.
Sylvanas sighed and stretched once in the bath. “I’ll bathe myself, thank you,” she told her maid. “You are dismissed.” There was a distracting amount of tension emanating from the silly girl—a result of the night’s contretemps, Sylvanas was sure—and it was spoiling her pleasure in this luxury. What an unfortunate tendency these Humans have, she thought as she submerged herself and swam the short distance to the other end, of worrying over useless things.
She took a wide toothed ivory comb and gently ran it through her hair, letting the strands float as they liked along the water. In this particular dance, she had decided that Wrynn can lead; she will not debase herself by spouting excuses or currying his favor with sweet words or kisses. After all, it was certainly true that she had not known of this body’s half-blood status until this evening; there was nothing to apologize for.
She sensed Wrynn enter the bath on silent feet and settle comfortably on the marble floor. “Would you like some mulled wine?”
Putting aside the comb, Sylvanas glided to him and propped her elbows on the lip of the tub, shivering as her breasts touched the cool marble of the floor. Wrynn tilted his goblet to her lips and they spent languorous minutes alternating sips of the warm drink. “I will not ask questions that will force you to lie,” he murmured finally.
His eyes were gentle and infinitely inscrutable as he smiled at her, and for the first time since this charade began Sylvanas felt within herself a seed of doubt. However, she was not the Forsaken’s Queen for nothing.
She licked her lips, tasting bittersweet wine, and smiled; she raised herself up and Wrynn bent, meeting her halfway in a chaste kiss. A promise sealed.
Games within games, Sylvanas thought, where not even the players themselves knew all the rules… or the stakes.
What absolute fun.
Later Sylvanas found herself, damp and naked, pressed against one of Wrynn’s floor to ceiling windows, her panting breaths fogging the glass and her nipples peaked and aching as they rubbed on the cold pane. Below she could see two sentries as they patrolled the dark gardens. If they chanced to look up, would they see her, she wondered, as their King slowly buggered her open with an oiled taper and her own fingers plunged themselves into her cunt.
Wrynn put a hand on her breast and leaned to whisper, “What a marvelous picture you make. I don’t think I can wait much longer. Are you ready for my cock?” He pinched a nipple just as she pressed two fingers on her clit.
“Yes,” Sylvanas gasped, shivering through an orgasm that threatened to buckle her knees.
He pulled the taper from her ass and she had a moment to savor the sensation of oil dripping out of her hole before Wrynn pressed something much, much larger against it. Sylvanas moaned.
“Bear down, angel, and let me in.”
Sylvanas tossed her head back in a scream as Wrynn thrust in, her ass spasming on his length. He pressed her fully against the window, pinning her with his weight, and fucked her.
She had no leverage, no way to buck into his thrusts; she could only gasp and stare unseeing, her fingers rubbing her clit as she took his cock again and again.
“I think,” Wrynn grunted into her ear, “I will bind you, next time. Would you like that? Unable to move, only able to open your pretty legs for man and his cock,” Sylvanas whimpered, shuddering, “maybe—two men, or three?” Sylvanas jerked, climaxing hard. “Yes,” Wrynn continued through gritted teeth as she felt him empty his balls inside her, “yes, angel, just like that.”
After a moment Wrynn kissed her flushed neck and disengaged, then picked her up and gently placed her on his bed. Sylvanas still found it amusing to experience such gallantry from a man who’d personally tried to kill her countless of times. Idly she watched him retrieve a washcloth. “Not the nobles, then,” she said.
He looked up and quirked a brow. “No,” he confirmed. He sat beside her and ran the warm cloth around her thighs and hips. Sylvanas turned over and bent one knee up, presenting her wet cunt and ass. “The safeguards I have in place prevent them from gathering and consolidating power without my knowledge,” he said easily, carefully rubbing the cloth over her. “Also, with the successes in Northrend still fresh in their minds, they know better than to challenge me now.”
“The clergy,” Sylvanas murmured, voicing aloud her suspicions for the first time.
Wrynn tossed aside the cloth. “Mm, but which one?” he asked, pulling her into his arms.
Sylvanas dug a nail in his bare arm. “Don’t play coy, it doesn’t suit you.”
Wrynn chuckled. Sylvanas mulled over the information in her head, especially revisiting her experience in the Cathedral the other day.
“Do you know how deep this goes?”
“Nothing for certain, yet.”
Which means, Sylvanas thought, that if he acts now all he will catch are a few scapegoats while sacrificing a not inconsiderable amount of political clout. “They will need to grow more bold then,” she concluded, “and show their hand.”
“You sound like you have a plan.”
“When will you send out the soldiers to rout this supposed new Defias threat?”
“I finished drafting the order tonight; it goes out tomorrow.”
“They will assume that this capitulation is a direct result of the attack against me.”
Wrynn grinned. “Yes, punishment for daring to touch my lady.”
“Such chivalry, Sire, you make me blush.”
“Impossible,” Wrynn said. “I’ve never met a more shameless woman.”
Or Elf, I wager, Sylvanas thought, closing her eyes.
XXX
Royal Quarters
Undercity
Horde Territory
Areiel bowed upon seeing Sylvanas. “My Lady.” Bragor, Sylvanas was amused to see, almost bowed himself before arresting the movement.
Sylvanas nodded her greeting and said, “Send for Nathanos and the Spy Mistress from Venomspite; I wish to know what exactly those vermin from the Scarlet Onslaught are plotting.”
“At once, my Queen,” Areiel said and quickly left.
“What is this about the Scarlet scum?” Bragor growled, his eyes reluctantly following the Dark Ranger for a moment. Sylvanas considered him and noted the more relaxed slope of his shoulders, and the general air of quiet satisfaction that surrounded him and his two lieutenants.
“Your demeanor is much improved, Captain,” she murmured, lips curling slightly. “I trust the recent arrangement is to your liking?”
The seasoned Orc blushed like a whelp in short pants. “Excellent,” Sylvanas said, pre-empting whatever stuttering response he was about to make. “As for the Scarlet Onslaught,” she continued, “I’ve recently received intelligence hinting at a possible new threat coming from that quarter.”
“A threat to the Horde?” Bragor asked, brow furrowed.
“Perhaps,” Sylvanas said, shrugging.
“They’d be fools to attempt anything so soon after our people have decimated their ranks in Northrend.”
“Zealots are rarely rational,” Sylvanas said softly, considering. But they do need a leader. A scheme as ambitious as the one they are engaged in—if the Scarlet Onslaught is indeed the power behind the attacks against the Human crown—requires exceptional leadership.
With the deaths of Abbendis, Westwind and Landgren, I wonder, then, who controls them now.
XXX
Thanks for the reviews folks. They kept reminding me I had this thing to finish. (Since I stopped playing WoW the inspiration had dried up, so to speak.)
RimmerJr, faith4gotn, wanderingaddict, Bleh, Fawnheart and brainfear: muchos gracias for the kind reviews!