The Burning

Chapter Six

The clothing of both elven women was quickly shed, no thought being given to romance or seduction. Advisor Duskingdawn didn't consciously understand why her desire for Arsika had become so intense. Subconciously she realized that the other woman had far greater magic in her than she had when she'd left that morning, and that this was very odd, but consciously all she was aware of was her hunger to taste that magic, to feel that power inside of her. Her entire body was trembling with lust induced both by her addiction and the form and ministrations of Arsika. She tilted her head back, and her eyes sank shut as the Blood Elf before her wrapped her arms around the golden-tressed Advisor, and began sucking on the side of her neck. When Arsika moved up to one of her long ears, and begin and licking and nibbling along all of its sensitive length, Duskingdawn could not contain a brief noise of enjoyment.

Arsika, for her part, was not particularly interested in the magic inside of Duskingdawn. The other elf's Mana was a fraction of her own, and furthermore her magic addiction was still quite sated and was not sending any of the hunger pangs that were ordinarily present in her mind and body. However, she felt incredibly aroused, and desired the body of the other elf merely for physical enjoyment. And she was receiving it. Her senses were still just as heightened as they had been before, on the way back from the Foothills Cave, and this entire encounter felt heavenly. The smell of female arousal, the heat of two bodies together, the softness of Duskingdawn's flesh on her own, and the sensations that were generated by the contact, as well as all of the little noises that the Advisor kept making as Arsika attended to her, were nearly overwhelming.

But even as incredible as all these feelings were, Arsika wanted more. She seperated from the blonde and pushed her none-too-gently backwards onto the bed. Duskingdawn just grinned broadly at the rough turn things had taken, and lay back on the sheets. The red-haired Blood Elf quickly joined her on the bed, and knelt at Duskingdawn's feet, before drawing the Advisor's legs apart, and leaning forward, so that her upperhalf was pressed into the azure covers, and her arms were wrapped around the blonde's waist. Arsika held her face scant inches away from the other woman's sex and inhaled deeply the musky aroma, revelling in all the sensations she was getting before she had even begun the really good parts. Breathing rapidly in her excitement, hot breath washed over Duskingdawn's bare mound, which was radiating plenty of heat of its own. Then Arsika began to lick all around her lover's inner thighs, moving tantalizingly close to the juncture of her legs, but not actually touching there, instead cleaning up the wetness that had gathered in the vicinity. It tasted delicious.

Duskingdawn had been watching at first, as the crimson-haired elf had lain between her legs and lapped up the moisture leaking from her, but she eventually had to lean her head back and focus on the ceiling. She was frustrated that Arsika was leaving her very ready sex alone, but the teasing was excrutiating in a good way, and she wanted to try to hold out as long as possible. She was being built up to the breaking point just by this indirect stimulation, and she briefly wondered if it felt this good right now, if she could actually handle the real thing. She shuddered at the thought, and couldn't wait to find out. When at last Arsika finally tired of her playing, it was even better than Duskingdawn had imagined. She felt Arsika's tongue abruptly slip up her slit, from bottom to top, in one quick swipe, tagging her engorged nub in the process, she inhaled sharply, eyes widening as her brain took a moment to process the sensations. It had been so quick, and so little, but the effect had been enormous. And then there was that contact again, as Arsika once more quickly swiped her tongue over her opening. The blonde whimpered at the burst of feelings that began and so quickly ended. And then Arsika got down to business.

No longer was she teasing. Instead, Arsika's tongue ceasesly moved over Duskingdawn's swollen labia, tormenting her clitoris, and sending jagged bolts of pleasure surging through her such as she had rarely known. It was all too much for her to handle, and the Advisor shuddered as the tension that had been building released in the form of orgasm, sending her into convulsions. When the tremors faded somewhat she realized that Arsika hadn't stopped her stimulation, and had instead increased it, pressing her face into the woman's crotch, and sending her tongue delving between her nether lips, and deep into her opening. As Arsika's tongue moved over her inner walls, Duskingdawn was thrown into another orgasm more quickly than had ever happened before.

The red-head herself was trying to lap up every drop of the juices being emitted from the other woman's sex, glorying in the sweetness of it, the heat and smell, of the feeling of the Advisor's legs reaching up to lock around her head, pressing her even harder and closer against the center of the elf's being. Her pert nose was grinding into the Advisor's reddened love button, and the noises that Duskingdawn was making, the shaking in her legs as she was thrown into a third orgasm, the spasming of her sugar walls around Arsika's tongue, were all throwing the Blood Elf into a frenzy of licking and sucking. Eventually, she decided she wanted something more, and as delicious as those juices were, she reached up and removed Duskingdawn's legs from around her head. Then she crawled up the bed so she was looking down at the other woman, waited for the blonde's eyes to open, and two pairs of green eyes stared into each other, before Arsika's body crashed down on the elf below her, firm breasts mashing together, and dripping sexes meeting. And then the real love making began, as only Blood Elves could do.

When two Blood Elves mate, it is more than just a physical union. There is magic to consider as well. If two Blood Elves are fully and truly combining their bodies, then their magic follows, as they open up the barriers in their minds, allowing their Mana to flow into their lover, while they simultaneously feed upon what the other elf is releasing, and then cycle it back, over and over and over. This complete joining of body and spirit results in an experience far more intense than anything most beings can hope to achieve, as the addiction of the elves is fed and starved at the same time, creating a mounting tension that eventually snaps completely. The combination of physical stimulation and the simultaneous fulfillment and denial of hunger for magic would be mind-breaking to any other species. But the Blood Elves not only could handle it, they enjoyed it, revelled in it, purposely sought it out.

As nether lips met and kissed, the magic portion of this joining was realized, and the floodgates of the mind were opened in both women. Mana flowed between them, but the exchange was not equal. Though Duskingdawn gave more and more of her Mana, in a desperate attempt to keep up with the influx of power she was receiving, until she was essentially giving everything she had, constantly, it seemed like Arsika's energy continued to grow with every second, and then that growing energy poured into the Advisor, and as she tried to give it back, she couldn't keep up. She was slowly filled with magic, when she should have been losing it at the rate she was giving it, and it was all too much to bear. Soft chests rubbing against each other, nubs grinding, and the flow of power, all overwhelmed Duskingdawn, and she was thrown into one orgasm after another, until she could handle no more, and passed out.

Arsika was enthralled by everything she was feeling, the shuddering of Duskingdawn beneath her, the mewls of pleasure, and the stimulation to her own body, and when she finally came it was explosive, as though something had detonated in her mind. She arched her back and shook all over as she stared upwards blankly for several minutes, until she became aware that the sensations had stopped. Looking down at Duskingdawn, Arsika realized the Advisor was unconcious. This was unacceptable. Arsika still had so much energy, and so much desire, and nothing to do with it. She slowly teased Duskingdawn awake, until the blonde elf awoke with a groan. Arsika grinned and whispered into the Advisor's ear, "Wake up, sleeping beauty. We've only just begun."

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Standing outside the door of the room in the inn, where Arsika and an exhausted Duskingdawn were currently resuming their love making, Shay was watching through an opening between door and frame. Neither of the women had noticed the door creak open a crack, and Shay certainly made no noise otherwise, as the Forsaken man stood there as silent and unmoving as... Well... The dead. Empty black sockets had watched the cavorting almost since its start, but whatever the innkeeper was thinking or feeling right then was not apparent on his rotting features, aside from his constant skeleton grin.

However, though he had remain motionless for at least two hours, long enough that a rat had begun to mistake him for an actual corpse, and head towards his foot to steal some decayed meat, when there was the noise of footsteps coming up the stairs he was quite mobile in turning and moving away from the door. He stood off to the side of the room and watched as the ebony-tressed head of Aerai rose into view, her pure green eyes quickly flitting towards the Undead standing there in his rags, unlit torch held in one hand. Aerai cautiously continued her ascent, gaze taking in all the details of the situation. Shay standing outside Arsika's room. The door partly opened. The cries of pleasure coming from within, and her cold expression remained fixed as she finished climbing the staircase, and walked towards Shay.

She stopped about a foot away from him, and leaned forward, energy flickering in her eyes. Shay did not fear Mages, as he had a defense against them, but something about Aerai drove fear into his unbeating heart. Aerai said simply, "Get out of here." Shay hurried to obey this command, moving to the side and circling around Aerai so as not to get any closer to her than he had to, before scurrying down the stairs as fast as his boney legs would carry him. When Aerai was certain that Shay was not waiting at the base of the stairs, listening, or anyone else was coming, she broke her gaze away from the staircase, and turned her attention back on the door to Arsika's room. Noises were still coming forth, sounding quite intense and involved, and the black-haired Mage settled in for what would probably be a long wait.

Indeed it was 3:00 AM before all noise ceased in Arsika's room, and the red-head herself emerged, sweat-soaked, and clad in a hastily thrown on shirt and pants. Arsika immediately found Aerai with her eyes, despite the darkness, and the two elves stared at each other for several intense seconds before one of them spoke. Smiling, Arsika asked, "Playing voyeur, were we?" Aerai shook her head.
"No, though someone else was."
"Oh?"
"The innkeeper seems to be quite fond of you." Aerai said tonelessly. Ahhing, and nodding, Arsika responded, "Shay... I'll have to do something about him soon."
"I need to talk to you, Arsika." Aerai said in an urgent tone. Arsika tilted her head to the side, considering Aerai, before saying at length, "Alright then." She smiled.
"Let's talk."

---------------End Chapter Six---------------