Pure of Heart

Last Chapter folks, bringing this story to an end. But I plan to build on it in the future, so don't worry, any questions you have will be answered....mostly likely. Thanks for reading, and keep the reviews coming!





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Felara stood in the Cathedral of Darkness, nestled next to Icecrown Citadal, the heart of Arthas' domain. She was feeling very satisfied with herself. The plan had gone better than she had hoped it would, and in a few hours, it would be a success.



Thalgar was standing with her, patiently waiting for the fruits of their labor. He was excited, she could tell, even though he didn't show it. Her delicate senses could detect the slightest change in body temperature and heart rate. She found fear in others to be intoxicating, and relished being the cause. Excitement wasn't as satisfying, but she would take it.



“We are almost done Thalgar,” she purred, “exciting isn't it?”



He spared her a side glance and snorted.



“Indeed,” he sneered.



She pouted at his dismissal.



“Why the long face?” she asked as she stalked behind him, lightly brushing her hand on his shoulders, “the plan went beautifully, soon we will have what we want.”



“What is the delay?” he snapped at her, “we should have received the paladin's body by now, the longer we delay, the harder the raising will be.”



“He'll be here soon, he's being prepared now. Arthas will get his new Death Knight soon, and he will be stronger and more powerful than any that came before him.”



Thalgar grunted again dismissively, so she wrapped her arms under his and pressed her cheek to his back. She could sense his heart rate rising and was pleased she had such an effect.



“I have a way to keep you busy until he arrives,” she said sweetly.









Conciousness was coming back to him. Was he dead? He was sure he had to be. Even if the soldiers had arrived, he was beyond any help. But he could feel his body, it felt stiff and achy, his limbs heavy. If he was dead he was sure he should feel lighter, free from physical pain.



He tried opening his eyes, but everything seemed to bright. He was aware of a bed under him, soft and comfortable. His limbs were heavy and stiff and resisted the attempt to move. There was a sound near him. He wasn't alone.



“Hello?” he coughed through a dry throat.



He felt hands on his legs, which he realized were bare. In fact, he was completely naked. The hands moved up his body, and he felt a touch of panic until he heard a soft voice.



“Hello,” she whispered over his ear, her hair tickling his face.



“Calyn,” he said opening his eyes again to see her face hovering above him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down into a deep kiss. He was aware of her skin against his and inflamed him beyond all other thought. His hands wandered to her naked breasts, taking delight in her moans of encouragement as he pinched the nipples and rubbed them, making them hard.



She sighed contently and kissed his forehead, exposing her neck to him. He ran his tongue on it, savoring her taste and smell. She purred with satisfaction and moved further up so he could get at her breasts. He took one into his mouth and sucked on it, while rubbing the other one. When she moaned happily he felt a jolt hit him right to his cock, which was coming to life.



His confusion was trying to get through his inflamed lust, reminding him that he had been dying, that he had sent her away, and demanded answers.



“Calyn” he finally got out, “where-”



“Shhhhh my love,” she soothed, “don't worry, we're together and that's all that matters.”



She kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding against his, and all doubts and questions were washed from his mind. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as closely as possible, afraid that he may be separated from her. She planted kisses on his neck and face and whispered quiet reassurances in his ear.



He pushed her up and indicated that he wanted to taste her, so she crawled up to position herself over his face. Her pussy was already slick and the smell was intoxicating. He rubbed his hands up her thighs and hips and he lowered her onto his mouth. He could hear her breath coming hard and fast as he began to lick at her clit, taking delight in her moans, the way she ground her hips to him and the taste that was filling his mouth. She rocked herself on him, and leaned back till he felt her hair tickling his stomach and pelvis.



“Yes,” she breathed as she started to shudder and buck her hips convulsively. She cried out his name as she gave one final buck and then went limp. After a few moments, she settled back down to kiss him. He could feel her wetness against his hip bone and it aroused him incredibly.



“Nothing is going to keep us apart,” she whispered while she kissed his ear, before moving down to his neck. He closed his eyes as she moved down his chest, planting soft kisses on her way. Her hands had found their way to his cock, which was already pulsing with life, and stroked it gently. She licked the tip of it and then sucked it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.



She slid her mouth over his cock and sucked it in. He moaned and carefully took her head in his hands. She was now sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, sucking and licking it on the way. He could feel pressure rising up already and was shuddering as it built. She licked the first trickle of cum off of his cock and closed her eyes as she tasted it, sighing with pleasure.



“Will you make love to me forever Meleager?” she asked as she positioned herself above his throbbing cock.



“Yes,” he said panting for breath. By the light he needed her, he couldn't stand it, but she hovered above him. He reflexively bucked his hips up to her, but she easily avoided it. What was she waiting for? She was looking down on him, confidently and with lust, but ultimately in control.



“Will you make me yours for all time?”



“Yes, Calyn, for all time.”



“Will you be mine for all eternity?”



“Yes,” he cried, “Calyn...please....”



“Will you give me your heart?” she asked, ignoring his pleas.



“Yes,” he answered in a chocked cry, desperate to take her.



“Swear that your heart is mine,” she said calmly.



“Forever,” he half sobbed, “My heart is yours forever Calyn.”



She thrust herself down onto him and he almost exploded right then and there, but managed somehow to hold on as she moved her hips up and down, taking him in completely before sliding herself all the way off. She was so tight and wet, she felt amazing. He closed his eyes and laid back, weakly trying to meet her thrusts with his own. He couldn't think, he wasn't aware of his surroundings. All he knew was that he was in pure ecstasy, sinking further and further into a blissful oblivion which he welcomed.



Calyn was almost screaming as she bounced faster and harder on him. He could feel her tightening around him as she reached her orgasm, and it pushed him right over the edge. He screamed as he achieved what had to be the most intense orgasm of his life. It took him to new heights as he exploded within her.



It was followed by a sharp pain in his stomach. Followed by another and another. He was still in the throws of his orgasm and couldn't react. He opened his eyes and saw blood welling up from his gut, as the knife in Calyn's hands came down again, thrusting deep into him. Blood splattered everywhere, onto the sheets, his face and onto her naked body, still convulsing from her own orgasm. He weakly tried to throw her off, but he couldn't do much more than struggle feebly.



She stabbed him again, and he felt his life ebb away slowly. Once again he felt the the numbness of death take him, but where before he went with satisfaction and confidence, he now felt nothing but heartache.



Meleager prayed once more to the light, hoping it would take him, this time forever.





Calyn didn't stop stabbing him until she was sure he was dead. She buried it into his gut one last time and then let it go, trying to catch her breath. She closed her eyes as she came down from the incredible high, taking in the smell of sex, blood and guts mingling together.



“Now, dat was incredible.”



She opened her eyes and looked over to Malak'ar who was leering at her salaciously and applauding. His brother Uld'jin looked like he was about to whip his cock out and start stroking it madly. She rolled her eyes at them in annoyance and pulled her knife out of Meleager's stomach.



“Are you going to help me, or continue to be a voyeur?” she snapped.



Malak'ar shrugged and came over as she positioned the knife above the paladin's chest. With practiced precision she started to cut into him above the heart, opening up his chest. Malak'ar reached in and pulled the muscle tissue apart for her, revealing the rib cage. She reached in and used the knife to carefully cut around the heart, a delicate procedure, since she had to do it without damaging it. There was a wet sound as she carefully lifted it out, smiling in satisfaction.



Malak'ar growled and wrapped his arms around her, leaning down to lick her breasts roughly, savoring the taste of blood on her. She chuckled and leaned back, holding the heart up so he wouldn't jostle it.



“Careful,” she admonished, “I've only just healed from the last job you did on me.”



He chuckled as he bit her breast, eliciting a hiss from her.



“There's no time for that,” a voice said from the room's entrance, “we have to get moving.”



They both looked up to see Felara entering the room, carrying a box covered in dark symbols. Uld'jin raised an eyebrow as she passed him, and saw that she also was covered in blood.



“What happened to you?” he asked with a knowing smile.



“I had one last detail to take care of,” she said carelessly. Her eyes were locked on the heart in Calyn's hand, a triumphant smile forming on her lips.



“Well done my dear,” she said taking the organ and holding it up, laughing with delight.



“His heart was pure, as you said my lady,” Calyn said, sliding off the bed and putting on the robe Malak'ar offered her, “he was willing to sacrifice everything he was to protect others.”



“Of course,” Felara replied, carefully putting the heart in the box, “sacrifice of body, mind and heart is a rare thing, even amongst the highest of the righteous, let alone the lower ranks. Start getting the body ready, we need to leave quickly. Arthas is expecting me to make him a new Death Knight, when he sees what's happened, he'll be furious.”



They packed up everything and exited into the main part of the Cathedral, carrying the corpse in a canvas bag. Behind one of the pews, there was the naked body of an orc who seemed to had been blasted by lightening, his face frozen in his last moment of pleasure and surprise. The trolls snickered as they passed. Outside were a few soldiers, and a dozen wyverns, ready to take them away as quickly as possible.



“What are you plannin on doin now?” Uld'Jin asked, as he jumped onto his wyvern.



Felara smiled, her eyes staring lovingly at the box in her hands “I'm going to save the world.”