Of the Shattered Sun

AN: Remember this is still a work in progress...

The little house was just in sight and already Lady Liadrin could see the slim figure of Aundal moving about the living room. Her red charger whinnied impatiently and with a soft click of her tongue the horse took off in a steady gallop. She wondered absently if the experiment between the two had gone well. She wondered if Aundal had easily relinquished the control she was used to having and if Boro thrived in his new dominant male role.

As she and her horse pulled up to the house Liadrin smirked softly to herself as she looked in through the open window at her soldier. The draenei was nowhere to be found and Aundal was cleaning his little house and sweeping the floor like an obedient housewife. It seemed that the pairing of these two had gone perfectly.

Tthe Blood Knight captain daintily walked over to the front door and knocked lightly. She heard the distinct rustle of Aundal tidying up and then a short gasp before she opened the door.

“Lady Liadrin, I did not expect…” Aundal backed away to let her captain in and bowed deeply at the waist.
“Please, please come in.”

The knight stepped into the house and took in her surroundings. The dreanei had made a decent use of space out of the small one roomed house. It was incredibly tidy which didn’t surprise her too much since the both of them were soldiers. She took note of the bed and smirked. A rush of arousal and excitement ran through her as she imagined the sorts of things that Aundal and Boro had been doing there.

“Would you like anything to drink? I could heat up some tea if you like.”

“Tea is fine.”

After a few moments, she looked over her shoulder to find that Aundal had already set the tea in crystal mugs on the table and was holding out her chair for her to sit down. Liadrin obliged her, sat down and sipped at the crystal mug. The tea was sweet upon first taste but turned spicy as it went down. It must’ve been a blend native to the draenei because she had never tasted anything like it.

Aundal sat across from her and sipped at her own mug, green eyes downcast.

“I remembered that you liked tea so I already made some, it only takes a little bit of magic to heat it up.”

“Mmm…” Liadrin replied, her eyes watching carefully. “You know why I came to visit yes?”

“Yes, it was outlined in the orders…and according to orders, everything has gone as planned. I have learned my lesson from this and I believe Boro has learned his.”

“As I speak with you now, Vindicator Aesom of the Triumvirate of the Hand is speaking to him. He will discern Boro’s own progress, I am here to see yours.”

“I understand.”

“You have changed since being here, Aundal.” Liadrin grinned slyly over at the nervous soldier and set down her cup. “When you came under my ranks and fought on Quel’Danas I thought I would have no control over you. You are one of the few of my Blood Knights who had such rage and effectively used it to their advantage. I’ve watched you take on ten of Kael’thas’s knights without hardly breaking a sweat. Remarkable.”

Aundal looked up slowly but her expression was suspicious, she knew Liadrin was up to something.

“It is only a few more days now, Aundal. Then you will be back in Silvermoon with your precious troll lover. Jalekk was his name correct?” Liadrin felt a sneer of supreme satisfaction come to light on her face as her subordinate blushed and looked away.

“Lady Liadrin, if I may…”

“Speak.”

“Why did you choose me? I was doing a good job of killing those of the Prince wasn’t I? So why would you chose me to be so….humiliated as such day after day!? Working alongside them to kill is one thing but to allow him to…” She grew quiet and bit her lip. “Well that is another! I have made myself his blood elf housewife and I can’t stand that I-“

“Enjoy it?”

Aundal looked to the Blood Knight Matriarch in awe and her brown skin flushed. The Matriarch only smiled softly, drank the last of her tea, and eyed Aundal carefully.

“I know that you enjoy it. This house is clean. Your appetite is sated every night and for once you don’t have to be in control. You have learned to submit and you have learned what it feels like to be completely out of control of the situation. When you’re on the battlefield and those knights and warlocks are running from you, you pull them back to finish them off. While here, Boro is in control. He has you when he wants you, he shares you when he wants to, and though you feel it is wrong you have accepted it and you have enjoyed it.”

Lady Liadrin stood and smiled down on the befuddled soldier.

“You’re lucky, you only had to learn that through one man. I had to learn through the whole Triumvirate. Boro should be returning soon, enjoy your last night of submission with him. Tomorrow, you are free to return to Silvermoon.”

She turned to leave but was stopped by Aundal gripping her arm.

"You do not understand what you have put me through! What lesson is there to be learned from this!?" Aundal cried, tears beginning to fall from her fel green eyes, "I have betrayed my lover! I have betrayed every blood elf principle by becoming a slave to the enemy!"

"Are you saying there is nothing between you two?" the Matriarch raised an eyebrow at her subordinate. "Do you not feel the bond, the skinship, the camaraderie between yourself and Boro?"

Aundal hesitated, her expression confused at the question as if trying to ascertain yet deny that this was true, "I...I..."

"You remember our old proverbs don't you?" Aundal's hand was still gripping Liadrin's arm but the Blood Knight Matriarch merely placed a hand over it to comfort her lost soldier. "Pain begats pain, trust begats trust. You may think yourself his slave but a slave is a master in disguise. You know his every intimate detail, likes, dislikes, weaknesses and strengths. You know his character. You know Boro as more than a soldier or as a draenei Alliance aligned scum -"

"I know nothing of the so-"

"You know him as a man, do you not?"

She felt as if someone had dumped cold water on her as a flush of memories from the last three weeks came flooding back to her. She knew exactly how he liked his tea. He knew exactly how to turn her on. She knew that he liked her to pull his tendrils when he took her in the missionary position. He knew that she liked to be held at night. They had become bonded, this killer and healer, and it took an intervention from Lady Liadrin for her to realize this feeling of love she had for Boro.

Minutes later Lady Liadrin was gone and Aundal was left alone in the house. Standing over the sink she washed the used mugs absently as she thought about all that Liadrin had revealed to her. What she was to Boro now was what Liadrin had become to the Triumvirate of the Hand to seal their non-aggression deal on Quel’Danas. The thought of her Matriarch kneeling before those three draenei paladins frightened her, sickened her, and thrilled her. They’d probably had her in a variety of positions and more than one at a time. Liadrin had chosen her to share in that secret and share in that great sacrifice and great pleasure. She may not have said as much explicitly but by simply allowing her to cultivate this relationship with Boro it was implied.

A shiver of excitement ran through her that she was so chosen.

She then thought of Boro and Jalekk and the aching in her heart that she loved both differently but equally. To be of the Shattered Sun was to give up your life for your comrade, to be one with them in both battle and mind. Aundal could no longer think of him as a Alliance member or a Paladin healer but as a man that she must work together with and fight for. Like needle to thread, they were a good fit even if it was not so romantically but this bond between them would never fade. She wondered absently if he would take her behind some building or in some bushes before fighting off the naga or the constant presence of the Burning Legion. The blood elf hated to admit it but she would miss his dark hands, his plush mouth, the thickness of his length within her.

She would miss everything about Boro.

“Aundal.”

Dropping the mug loudly in surprise, she whirled around to find Boro standing in the doorway. Patting her chest as if to calm her heartbeat she turned back to the sink.

“Boro…you frightened me.” She felt a rush of warm blood flow into her cheeks and suddenly she was too embarrassed to face him. The crystal mugs had long been clean but she kept scrubbing at them anyway to avoid having to confront him. “I hope your walk went well-“

“Don’t try to be coy, Aundal. I know that you are leaving tomorrow.” His Thalassian was firm in an almost angry tone. The Blood Elf scrubbed harder at the crystal as she heard his hooves clop loudly against the wooden floor. “And those mugs were clean a long time ago. Dry them and put them away.”

Grabbing a nearby dishtowel she did as she was told. Her fingers ran the cloth carefully along its edges and the rim to make sure it was dry then she set both neatly in the overhead cabinet. After doing so she pretended to be wiping up the counter and making herself busy even though she could feel his presence directly behind her.

She stiffened but kept wiping the dry counter as his fingers crept up her legs and lifted up her dress. He kneaded the tense flesh of her slim thighs and palmed at the plumpness of her round ass cheeks before stroking her belly and finding themselves between her legs. His nails scratched at the patch of pubic hair like he would scratch a dog behind its ear and Aundal couldn’t help but let out a small gasp at the contact. Slowly she felt his fingers stroke lightly at her clit and dip down further to probe at her opening.

“You’re wet.”

The Blood Elf simply whimpered.

“Lay down on the counter and lift up your skirt. Show me how wet you are.”

She did as she was told. Dropping the hand towel she positioned her face flat on the counter, lifted up her skirts, and spread her cheeks for him. She wasn’t wearing any panties, as Boro didn’t allow her to, and he could clearly see the thick clear juices of her own natural lubrication run down her brown thighs.
Boro smirked.

“When you first came to me, I thought I would never tame you. Since you’ve been here, you let me fuck you in the pussy, the ass…your mouth. You’ve even fucked Manathiel, a night elf! Aren’t they your race’s sworn enemies?” She couldn’t see him but she could hear him moving around behind her. As he talked to her in this “present” position it made her more and more nervous as to what he was going to do to her. “Look at you now, docile as a doe, always waiting for me to fuck you. That’s what you want from me right now isn’t it?”

“No, Sir.”

There was the sound of something whipping in the air and then a sharp fiery lash on her backside. Crying out, she felt tears sting her eyes as she gasped from the shock of the pain. Blinking back the salty water she turned to look at the draenei in both awe and fear. The hurt was apparent on her pretty face. He only looked stonily at her, milky white eyes beaming down in contempt.

“Another just for looking at me.”

He raised his hand and she could see now it was his leather belt he was hitting her with. She turned immediately to bury her head into the countertop to brace herself but it still didn’t prepare her for the bite of the animal hide against her skin. She screamed wildly, nearly losing her voice in the process.

“Please! Please I –“

“I didn’t ask you to speak!” he bellowed and swatted her again. Biting her tongue she whimpered, going quiet. The blood elf could feel the burning red marks crisscrossing across her bottom.

“You lie to me this time, I’ll give you ten.” He brushed the leather strap against her quivering womanhood, the threat of where he would give her the ten apparent. “I’ll ask you again, do you want me to fuck this pussy one last time?”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Please, please fuck me one last time-agh!”

She didn’t even finish her sentence before he stuffed himself into her, the head of his cock pressing painfully into the opening of her womb. He pulled back slowly and then was roughly in her once more. He did this three times, making the blood elf cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Boro grunted loudly over her, watching his ebony purple cock fill the golden brown of Aundal’s naked pussy.

He leaned over her, pressing his broad chest to her slim back and arched himself to breathe and lick at the bottom of her long ears. The blood elf whimpered as the counter dug into her stomach and her slim fingers grasped at the wash cloth in her hands, wringing it tighter and tighter which each thrust. Every time he forced himself into her, the wide tip of his cock kissed the entrance to her womb, threatening to enter it as the draenei continued to get rough with her.

"I will...miss you, Aundal." he moaned into her ear.

It didn’t take long for him to make her cum and soon his seed filled her to the brim, spilling out and down her legs. She was a shaking mass of nerves and pleasure, unable to speak and barely able to move. Boro backed away and gingerly kissed the round cheeks of her buttocks before falling into a nearby chair.

It was then that Aundal seemed to gain her composure and stood, pulling her dress back down and straightening the material over her breasts. She fought back tears and emotions, unsure of what to think of this whole assignment, of Boro, of her Jalekk. She could never tell him what she had done. However, she had to admit that she felt a bond to this man that she did not know she could feel. It was beyond the lust but the distinct feeling of camaraderie mixed with a loyalty and love very different than what she felt for Jalekk.

The blood elf turned to Boro and she was sure she could see the same in his glowing white eyes.

“Boro I-“

“Go, Aundal. Our assignment is over, there is nothing more here for you…”

He waved her away, his ebony purple dick glowing with the white of her juices. The urge to get on her knees and suck away the essence of her pussy from him, to clean him thoroughly with her mouth was strong but she managed to somehow resist. She packed her things within minutes and pulled her hearthstone that would take her to Silvermoon out of her pack.

Aundal gripped the stone in her hands and thought of home, almost immediately it grew warm and glowed green in her hands. She could feel the magic begin to envelop her and the pull of the perfumed eternal autumn of Silvermoon.

“I have not regretted our time together.”

“Nor have I.”

“For the Shattered Sun…”

“For the Shattered-“

The air was suddenly warm around her and the familiar scent of frankincense and myrrh filled her nose. The local inn was dark with purple lights and glowing thin curtains, its patrons talking, whispering, laughing as if they were all conspiring for a common purpose. Rogues and warlocks watched her with raised eyebrows as she exited the building, stepped over a sleeping drunk, and into the alley of Murder Row.

As she ascended the stairs to her apartment she could still feel the bite in her hips and behind. With every sting of that pain the image of Boro flashed in her mind.

When she reached the top and put her hand to the handle, knowing that Jalekk would be on the other side she hesitated. She was not sure if she could handle looking into his orange eyes or if she even had the strength to return to the Shattered Sun Offensive. But she found herself turning the handle and entering her living room. Once back in her familiar surroundings, her own living room, her own kitchen, the smell of Jalekk surrounding her, her doubts left her and the only memory of her two weeks with Boro was the sticky feel of his semen between her thighs

AN: The end! I -will- be working more on this chapter but I've gotten so many requests begging me to put it up that I gave in anyway. This is technically the end of 'Of the Shattered Sun' and I hope that you all enjoyed. Keep looking out though, I will be updating it periodically though the ending will not change. Thanks for reading!