Too Afraid to Die Alone

The crisp mountain air filled Hurin's lungs as he breathed deep. At the far end of the valley the world tree loomed and behind that...doom itself. The demon lord Archimond strove to siphon the power of the world tree to bolster his own and carve a swath of death through Azeroth. Hurin shuddered unnoticeably to those around him. He had seen what the aftermath of this battle had wrought on Mount Hyjal. He had felt the taint of the demon lord seep from the very earth. The Elysian Conclave stood poised now to rewrite history as all the races of the world knew it. Around him stood Night Elves, Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes, and Draenei, good warriors all. Beside him his sister paladin, a Draenei known as Porcelynn drew in a sharp breath. Hurin elbowed him lightly in the ribs and their eyes met. I small smile was shared, Hurin could only guess how the Lavender-skinned paladin felt. Azeroth had lost countless lives to stop Archimond the first time, the Dranaei had lost their entire planet.

A gauntleted hand came to rest on Hurin's shoulder and he turned slightly to find Trieste, another sister Paladin standing behind him. She cocked he head towards one of the night elf lodges set against the sheer cliffs of the valley wall behind them.

"I need a hand with my armor" she whispered to him "I missed a strap on my breastplate and its shifted"

He cast an eye over her gleaming silver and gold-trimmed armor. Her breastplate did indeed seem to be rotated slightly. He nodded and she led the way. The members of the Conclave gathered around the dwarf hunter Inacht as he explained the intricacies of their upcoming battle with the demon lord Archimond. Hurin did not worry about missing the lecture. As a warrior of the light he spent many hours before each encounter committing every small detail to memory until he could visualize the battle itself.
Trieste disappeared through the doorway of the small lodging and Hurin stepped through behind her. The door snapped shut and for the first time in a long time Hurin remembers how much the night elves loved the dark. Light filtered in through a single window at the far end of the building casting long shadows on the walls and floors. Hurin turned to Trieste and reached out to help her remove her heavy pauldrons. They were set aside and he again reached to her armor but she batted his hand away.

"hold on, I need to adjust my shirt"

Hurin arched an eyebrow.

"Don't look at me like that, you remember when I had to dive out of the way of that frost wyrm don't you?"

Hurin smiled and chuckled softly. He did indeed remember, Trieste had been shaking loose dirt and rocks out of her armor and hair for the past hour. He wasn't one to laugh at another's misfortune, except when that person was as light-hearted as his sister paladin was. She untied the leather straps holding the heavy, intricate work of adamantite and khorium in place and Hurin helped her set the armor aside. He took a moment to let his eyes roam over her figure. Even in the dim light and wearing the loose linen undershirt that hid her figure well from prying eyes she was an impressive work. Prying eyes. He chided himself silently and turned away to give her some privacy.

Trieste was a small woman and had always been light on her feet yet even wearing heavy plate boots Hurin never heard her close the gap between them. Her fingertips brushed softly along his jaw line, tracing the scar left by a demon's blade. He stiffened momentarily but recovered quickly and stepped away, turning to face her. She made no small effort to hide her placement between him and the door as she stalked forward with a feline grace Hurin had never seen in her before. She pressed herself against him and he opened his mouth to speak. She pressed her finger to his lips and shushed him as she slid her armored thigh against his. Through the heavy metal neither could feel the other's touch but the move served its purpose and Hurin jolted involuntarily.

"So it does work after all"

Hurin didn't laugh, he couldn't speak. His mind raced as his eyes darted about the room. No escape, only the door. He pushed away from the wall she had backed him into but she held firm. Their eyes met and he silently begged her to free him. Her eyes burned with a fire that frightened him. He broke her embrace and lunged for the door. He never heard her utter the words but he felt the spell crash into him and felt himself lose control of his body. He crashed into the wall inches from the door and slumped to the floor. Trieste took a moment to rid herself of her boot and leggings before she rushed to his side. As she knelt beside him he felt the feeling slowly begin to return to his body and he shifted uncomfortably. She touched him softly and feathered kisses along the side of his face where his impact with the wall had reddened his flesh. He tried to push himself clumsily to his feet but she straddled his waist. Every time he would raise himself a few inches she would push him back down with a thrust from her powerful hips.

"Please..." he croaked, his voice cracking.

"no"

Again he lifted and again she forced him back down to the floor. Now she leaned forward and began to strip him quickly of his armor. When he resisted his hit him with another stun spell and he slumped limply against the wall. She worked quickly, ridding him of everything save his leggings (kind of hard to take the pants of a two hundred pound man when he's sitting on them). Now as the feeling returned to his body he lay still and she took his last boot off and he grasped his chance while she knelt on the floor to leap to his feet. She dove at him from behind and hit the back of his knees. They buckled and he fell forward onto his hands and knees. Reflexively he stuck out at his unseen assailant, the back of his fist crashed into her jaw and threw her back away from him. He spun into a crouch and coiled for another lunge at the door.

Triste sat stunned on the floor a few feet away. Her hand gingerly touched her cheek as she stared at him. Their eyes met and despite the past few frantic moments a wave of guilt washed over him. He approached her cautiously on his hands and knees. He stopped just out of reach and they stared at each other in silence. After an eternity he reached out and touched the back of her hand. She let it fall to her side and he again brushed his hand across her cheek. He whispered an apology and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Again his heart leapt into his throat and he coiled to leap away but she murmured a spell and a blazing fist rose above her head and she drug him down onto her. she rolled them over and her long brown hair fell about his head, sheltering them from the world as she pressed her lips softly against his own.

Hurin jolted and groaned into her kiss. His mind screamed that this wasn't right, that he had to remain pure. He squirmed but she held him fast, with her bolstered strength he couldn't simply overpower her and he refused to use his magical superiority to cause her harm. With no other option in sight he surrendered. Her hand snaked down his chest, across his chiseled stomach, down to grip the edge of his leggings. Again he twitched uncomfortably and squirmed under her. Her lips brushed his forehead.

"Please Hurin, please let me, I don't want to face my death alone"

"You don't, you know that, you know I'll be there to protect you, please don't"

He begged shamelessly but she shook her head as her vision clouded. Tears dotted his forehead as she shook silently.

"You don't understand, I don't want to die beside you, it won't be the same as dying with you"

He gazed up at her as her words punched him in the gut. He had misjudged her attention for so long. He turned his head to stare at the wall as emotions raged in his head and in his heart. She collapsed onto his body and shook as she sobbed. His own arms encircled her as she wept, offering strength, offering courage. It took time for her cries to subside, until she lay still, her back rising and falling rhythmically as she breathed. For a long time they were silent.
Finally she raised herself up, she wiped the tears from her eyes and scrubbed her face on her linen sleeve. She slid off if him and sat with her legs pulled against her chest and her chin on her knees, her arms hugging her legs tightly. Hurin too sat up, he propped himself on one hand and watch her back silently. When he stood she didn't move or make a sound. He walked towards the door but she didn't raise her head to watch him go, inside her heart was shattering. The dull thud of heavy metal hitting wood jolted her. His silent footsteps padded across the floor to her and her heart stopped. He looped his hands under her shoulders and heaved her to her feet, pulling her back against his chest and wrapping is arms around her stomach. Her head fit perfectly under his chin and he rested his head on hers as her hearth thundered. She twisted in his grasp, turning to face him and found his calm blue eyes boring into her emerald ones.

As he tilted her chin up and leaned into her she swooned and he held her tightly. Her heart pounded against his chest and her breath caught in her throat as he kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue to tease hers. It was her turn to groan as his attention stoked the fire in her loins. Every part of her ached for him and then she felt it. His manhood twitched against her stomach and she felt his heat burn into her through their clothing. She wasted no time, reaching past the hem of his trousers to grasp his length. He grunted in surprise and twitched as she squeezed him lightly, reveling in the heat that seared her palm. it was his turn to take the initiative and he grasped the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. She quickly wrapped her arms around him again, pressing her breasts tightly against his chest. She hissed as her nipples rubbed against the rough-spun linen fabric of his own tunic. He pressed her up against the wall by the door and separated himself from her, kneeling to remove her light pants before stepping back to admire her figure.
She stood with her arms folded across her breasts as his eyes trailed down over her flat stomach, over the curve of his hips to her womanhood. A small triangle of light brown graced the joining of her legs and he cocked an eyebrow at her grooming.

"It kept getting pulled out by my armor when I walked" she squeaked, her deep crimson
blush spreading the her chest.

He smiled and approached again but she put a hand to his chest and stopped him short.

"My turn..."

She pulled his tunic up over his head and dumped it to the side. Her fingers found and traced the many scars on his chest and arms. Each she knew bore great pain and agony at some point in his life, but each one made her more and more damp, her desire for him nearly leaked down her thighs. She bit her lip as she knelt before him. His hands clenched into fists as she grabbed the hem of his pants and slowly lowered them to his ankles. His manhood stood out proudly and again she grasped him, wrapping both hands around the burning length of him. He closed his eyes and groaned as drug her hands up and down his shaft with an agonizing slowness. the tip of him leaked precum and her tongue flicked out, tasting the appetizer of what was to come. She licked her lips and looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were mere slits as he fought for control of his body. He lost when again she leaned forward, this time capturing the head of his manhood in her mouth and sucking voraciously.
He locked his knees and fought for balance as tried to suck the very life from his body. His hips jerked instinctively and she picked up his subconscious message, bobbing her head back and forth on his manhood. She pulled him from her mouth and he opened his eyes to see her lick him from top to bottom. Her jerked hard and grunted as her feathery tongue slid along the underside of his shaft. Her mouth encircled him again and his reserves gave out, he groaned as he poured his seed into her mouth. She gagged and swallowed what she could. The rest dripped from the corners of her mouth and painted her chest with droplets of his essence. She gave one last gulp as he extracted himself from her mouth and sagged to the floor. She mopped herself off with his tunic and crawled up beside him.

"So?"

Their eyes met and he smiled softly.

"So what?"

"Did I...how did it feel?"

"Let me show you"

She squeaked as his hand slid up her thigh and found her womanhood sopping wet. She hissed and closed her eyes as he rubbed his fingertips lightly along her outer lips. When he slid a finger into her folds and found that special spot she stiffened and grasped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin. He teased her for a time, flicking his finger across the sensitive bundle, then alternately pinching and rubbing it. When he slid a finger slowly inside her gasped and buried her face in his neck, sucking and nibbling at his collarbone. His fingertip found her barrier or maidenhood and pushed lightly and carefully against it. She mewed and shuddered in his arms. He pushed again and she squealed, her knuckles turning white as her nails drew blood and she tightened spasmodically around his finger. Her panting gradually slowed and she still clung to him like an anchor in a storm. Her eyes opened and he saw tears sparkling in their corners. He brushed them away with his thumb and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Please" she whispered, "Please make me yours"

He shifted between her thighs, rolling her onto her back and spreading her legs with his. He fit himself at her entrance and paused, his eyes tracking back up her body to her face. He gazed at her, amazed that it took an emotional collapse for him to really see her. Her hair spread about her head like some sort of halo. She seemed to glow in the dim light as she clasped her hand over her heart.

"Please...take me"

He needed no further bidding. He slid gently inside her and she gasped as she took his length and girth. All too soon her stopped, again testing her barrier. She reached out to him and pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him deeply, entwining her tongue with his before the broke, panting for breath.

"Do it"

He lunged forward, breaking her and claiming her in one swift movement. She didn't cry out jerk as he had expected. Stoically, she chewed her lip and moaned softly. He stayed buried deep within her as she twitched around him. Finally she brushed a hand across his chest, again tracing his scars. Her hips moved ever so slightly and he met her movements, thrusting gently into her hot slickness. Her legs wrapped around his hips, striving to pull him deeper into her with each thrust. He began to deepen his thrusts, pulling out till only the tip of him remained before plunging back into her depths. The force of his penetration began to rock her body and her breasts bounced lightly with every impact. he bent, seized a nipple with his lips and lashed at it with the tip of his tongue. She cried out and tangled her hands in his silver hair. Soon she was clawing at his back, groaning and tossing her head. Their eyes met and she gasped his name.

"Please, p-please do it..." she panted desperatly, "...please, inside"

Her eyes shut tight again as her climax crashed over her. She became impossibly tight around him and he thrust a few more desperate times before he too teetered for a moment on the precipice. One last wild thrust and he too fell into the abyss, his manhood swelled and twitched and his emptied his essence into her womb. He collapsed onto her and they lay entangled together for some time. their heart beats slowed and their breathing became and deep, even rhythm. He opened his eyes and gazed at her face as she took a deep breath and moved stirred beneath him. Her hips swirled and they both groaned. He extracted herself from her and she made a small sound of desire. Their essence spilled out of her womb and soaked into the floor, he tried to move away but she reached between them and grasped his still stiff manhood. He moaned as she inserted him back into her and rolled on top of him.

"Leave it be" she whispered gently in his ear, "I like it better where it is"

Sometime later a Paladin burst through the door.

"Hurin! Trieste! We've been loo..."

Porcelynn stopped dead in mid sentence. A pile of armor, two difference sized was piled by the door, and a short distance away lay two humans, coiled in embrace. Both slept soundly, Hurin snored steadily, his powerful chest lifting the smaller woman that lay atop him with every breath. The Draenei woman's breath hitched in her throat and she fought tears. She turned and shut the door softly, leaning against it for support as she struggled to collect her bearings. She dried her face and returned to the group huddled around the high priestess Tyrande Whisperwind.

"You find them?" Inacht asked.

"No" Porcelynn said after a brief pause, "It's like they never existed"

Whoohoo! My first FanFic is done! *dances*
Let me know what you folks think and i definatly promise that there is more in the near future, way too much fun to not keep going.