Last time's the charm.

Decktire Stretched and slipped her goggles from her head, jumping off the griffin and wandering through the courtyard at Shattrath, Her final reason for staying in the Draenei world clutched in her hand. /Took me forever to get this accursed schematic from the damned Consortium./ But she was done, she had no real ties that left her in the city, Her lost husband was gone for good, her having given up hope and just decided that he wouldn't have wished her to spend the rest of her life pining away for something she couldn't have.. She had Northrend now; The final resting place of her parents, and Quite possibly HER final resting place, if she didn't pay enough attention.

She looked around, both sad and joyful that she had finished this part of her adventure, and spied the Grand Anchorite walking towards her. One of her eyebrows raised along with a corner of her lips, letting her eyes linger for a little too long; not realizing that her goggles, the things that hid the expressions in her eyes, were no longer on to shield her as his eyes looked up from under his cap, and met hers. She unthinkingly winked at him, still not knowing that he saw every facial expression...

Almonen stopped at the wink, raising an eyebrow slightly. He lifted one hand to push his hood back, giving her a.. curt nod. "Greetings, Child.." He stepped closer, his eyes boring into hers. "May I help you?" He tilted his head to the side just slightly, glancing away briefly before looking back at her. "And may I ask why you feel it is appropriate to act in such a way toward me?" Decktire blinked, and reached a hand up to where her goggles should have been before giggling sheepishly. "Well you know.. There's something to say for a nice pair of ... Tentacles, if you get my drift." Blushing hotly, she boldly reached up and tweaked one of the aforementioned tentacles before moving to walk around him. "Take care. It was fun working for you here in Outland."

He tensed in shock, his nostrils flaring in anger, turning to face her, his deep voice raised a little in anger. "Child.. The Naaru, in their wisdom, have declared this a peaceful city.. But the evil you support is barely tolerated. Don't press your luck, and do not touch me again." She turned to look at him, her eyes flashing green, almost like a Blood elf's. "What evil is THAT, Grand Ancorite? I've done as much good for Outland as you have. Or is it because I have better things to do than sit here and listen to you preach the good word. Your Naaru valued my aid as much as yours. But never you mind; a little flirtatious teasing shouldn't hurt anyone, you looked like you could use the.. release." He glared back, undaunted, even taking a step toward her. "I am under no obligation to defend myself to you. I am not so forgiving as the Naaru, and I am not above having you tried and hung for accosting an official. Watch your tongue, felspawn. You let it flow too freely."

She held her place, her chin nearly touching his chest, neck craned to look up at him. "I never asked for defense, and my tongue flows just as it should. Perhaps if you didn't bite down on yours you'd realize it's true potential. Attractive men need not be celibate. But if I disgust you that much..." She stepped back and bowed stiffly at the waist. "You will have no more worries of THIS little...Felspawn. Good eve..." The last was spoken quietly, almost as if too herself., in an obviously demonic tongue. "Revos Naztheros." She started towards the portals again, this time faster.

He paused when she turned, thinking for a short moment before moving forward again, grabbing her wrist to turn her around, holding it as he looked around to make sure they couldn't be seen, looking back at her, his eyes serious. "There is no required celibacy. Never has anyone had the courage to -flirt- with me so openly as you, woman. Explain yourself. What gives you the audacity?" She looked around as well "I.. I'm.." She sighed then started again. "The fact that I'm a dirty perverted warlock isn't reason enough?" She grinned at him, "You're sexy when you're mad. and I've just got done destroying Zaxxis raiders, after battle lust is well.." She shrugged, as if that should have been explanation enough. He pulled her closer, none-too-gently, his eyes flaring a bit, hand still holding her wrist. "Is that all? Blood lust turns to sexual lust, and you pick the easiest target to anger? How.. savage." His hand tightened a bit, voice dropping slightly. "How repulsively animalistic."

She ground her teeth, tensing her arm under his hand "Repulsive? You've been hiding in the light too long, Anchorite. We're all animals in the end, and I haven't had the enjoyment of a male since my husband..." She gulped and tried to jerk her wrist out of his hand, refusing to meet his eyes. "Might want to loosen up there, I'll have you know my extended stay in your blessed Outlands have made me rather.. appreciative of pain. wouldn't want to...Repulse you." He watched her closely for a moment, just tightening his grip, pulling her closer. "Come with me. To my private quarters." He didn't explain more, just waited for her response, refusing to let her hand go, staring at her face. She looked up at him, face flushed, eyes glowing slightly green. She pulled her goggles out of the bag, slipping them on. "Lead on, Preacher man." She subtly licked her lips and waited for him to lead, testing the strength of his grip. He pulled her forward firmly, pushing her ahead of him, releasing her hand, his eyes fixed firmly forward, not looking at her anymore, not even touching her as he lifted his hood back up, his voice quiet. "This is a rare opportunity to speak with someone so.. far.. from my ideals.."

She raised her eyebrow, flexing the bruising wrist "Of course. You might learn a thing or two.. And maybe so shall I..." She started out towards the Aldor's tier. "I assume I go this way, then." She said more to herself as she walked."You assume correctly, for once." He walked quickly, waving off anyone who came to speak to him, keeping by her side, but keeping his distance. "To the northeast of the temple.. It is hard to miss." She nodded and hurried along, looking down to her side and smirking. "What would your precious followers think of you communing with a devious warlock..." She waved her hand and spoke something quietly in demonic, and a little Imp appeared by her side, grumbling and waddling beside her. She said something else and he jumped, hooting in joy before disappearing for good through a little tear in the area around them.

He glanced down at the imp briefly, then shrugged just slightly, stepping onto the elevator platform and turning to face her. "They would probably think I am taking you somewhere for questioning. Very few people question me.. The Naaru, of course.. know my thoughts." He seemed to think for a moment, his face going impassive again quickly. "What did you tell your demon?" She shrugged a shoulder. "First to stop phasing, then that he's dismissed to go wherever he likes. He's an.. Impish little thing, He and I have a contract, he doesn't have to fight, and I don't send him permanently back to the nether. The others under my command.. Well, we don't fight together much. They prefer their home."

He raised an eyebrow, falling silent as the elevator carried them up to the Rise, stepping off and heading toward his home without looking back at her, hands interlocking behind his back as he walked, head bowed slightly. She tried to be demure, really, she did. But it was hard to keep her little smirk off of her face, so she kept her head down, little pieces of the short-cropped hair falling to hide her face. Of course, she did use the excuse to watch his tail as they walked, smirk growing wider as memories and imagination took a hold of her. "My.. what conversations could a warlock and a priest have..."

"We could discuss morality. Philosophy. Ethics." He shrugged one shoulder lightly, lifting his eyes to the heavens. "I somehow doubt any of those topics will arise.. But a priest and a warlock can have many a conversation." She snorted and covered her mouth with a hand. "Of course.. I've been a bad warlock.. taunting the Grand anchorite of all things... But aside from ethics and morality, there's always the question of what difference there is between Priests and Warlocks..." She leered openly now, considering there were few, if any, around to watch them. "What difference there is?" He stepped up to the house, pushing the door open and stepping inside, leaving it open for her. "I assure you.. we are nothing alike. I feel guilt. I feel honor. I uphold the tenants of something more meaningful than myself. You.." He shrugged, pushing his hood back again. "You are no priest."

She snorted and walked through, waiting for him to close the door before replying. "I might be a warlock from birth, but I'm not evil. I too feel guilt and honor. Else I wouldn't have married a wonderful Draenei male whom I loved very much. Is love nothing like your own Light?" She pulled her goggles off again to look him dead in the eye. "I am no priest, and you are no Warlock." He watched her closely for a long moment, as if deciding something, then looked away. "Mm. Tell me. You flirt with me despite my rank and my occupation. You call it a base desire. What exactly do you find attractive in this holy man?" She sauntered up to him "You're brimming with energy priest. I taste it every time I walk through the city. You have NO idea how far your energy flows over the top.. and the taste.." She reached her fingers up and outlined scant inches away from his body. Her eyelids fluttered closed, the green glow of a Fel Addict seeping from underneath her lashes. "I'm Surprised that no Blood elf has taken too you, or perhaps it's my own leaning to men of great..." She reached down and rubbed the back of her hand along his thigh, dangerously close to his member, "Stature."

He watched her hands as they moved around him, tensing at her touch, forcing himself still, his face unresponsive though his eyes flickered. "Mm.. You cannot believe you will gain access to my energy simply by seducing me.. As for my stature.. I believe a Tauren would suit you better, no?" She grimaced and opened her eyes. "Tauren? They're too gentle. I've BEEN with a Draenei, I know what they're like." She leaned back and looked up at him. "Are you afraid of it? The tingling that happens when two people of Magical yearnings mate? I.. I think you are!" She tilted her head to the side, looking genuinely confused. "What have your Naaru taught you, to make you weary of something so divine in it's intricacy?" He raised an eyebrow slightly, not backing away, looking down into her eyes. "My" Naaru have taught me the truth, in every word. My hatred for fel magics does not come from their teachings. It comes from my mortal prejudice. Perhaps it spawns from fear, yes. Perhaps."

She finally pulled her hand away, stepping back and looking up at him, her own face unreadable. "You've missed on much then.. I'd say we are all slaves to our own fears and desires.. but I'd imagine someone as powerful as the Grand Anchorite would be above all that. Why give me a chance then, Why not have simply spanked me and sent me on my way. There's something you're not saying. Yes, I cannot promise to not taste that which I've craved since I returned from my... Enslavement to the Fel demons. You've every right to be afraid of me. But I would prefer curiosity to fear."

"Someone as powerful as the Grand Anchorite is *more* susceptible to his fears.. Daily I watch as the world spins around me, and with every problem that arises I can only lean back on the support of my Naaru." He stopped, suddenly, glaring a bit. "I am not afraid of you, Child.. I am not afraid of being drained dry, or even of death. I am afraid of my own weakness, which is perhaps something you will never understand." She grinned suddenly. "Wise words. I'd love to know this weakness of yours.." She boldly pressed herself up against him, speaking softly, even reaching up on her toes so that her face could be a bit closer to his. "You never did tell me why you gave me a chance." She looked hard into his eyes, her hands resting at his waist. "I angered you severely, and yet when you could have punished harshly, I spiked your curiosity.. Or are you, hopefully, still going to punish this dark, twisted little girl?" He paused for a moment before moving, one hand moving to her lower back, the other moving to her butt, pulling her tightly against him, his body tensing at the unfamiliar contact. His face moved close to hers, tentacles twitching lightly, brushing against her neck. It was a long moment before he pushed her away, stepping back, his eyes up on the ceiling. "I haven't yet given you a chance. You are still completely under my power to lock away if I so chose."

She watched him, surprised, her lips slightly parted from the brief moment of contact. "You.." She tucked her head down, wrists clenching, "Revos Naztheros!" She took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair. "Maybe I've underestimated you." She moved her jaw in an annoyed manner. "If I can't... enjoy you. Then there is no reason for me to linger. I have Scourge to destroy, and a Lich king to eliminate." He raised an eyebrow again, going so far as to elicit a smirk. "What? The powerful warlock can't handle a little teasing? Where is your will power, human?" He looked down slightly, sighing a bit. "Naaru, what am I doing..?" She turned her head to the side. "I'm a warlock, we call to our basest needs, remember?" She reached a hand out, pushing some of her fel energy against his own aura, eyes searching his face for the disgust she knew she'd find "And humans are notorious for mating with anything and everything. I believe there are a few half-draenei out there in the world as we speak.." Her eyes darkened, in memory.

His eyes flared slightly, fighting back with his own energy to repel hers. A moment later, however, his face showed his thoughts and he slowly forced himself to let his shield fade, leaving him open to her advances, his eyes fixing themselves on hers as he stepped forward slowly. "It is weak, giving in to those desires. I've come to realize just how weak every mortal is.." She gasped softly when he used his own energy to push hers back. She licked her lips and gulped, lifting her chin. "Call me any name in the book, Slut, Whore, Felspawn, Corrupter.. But never.. Never.. Call me weak." She pushed her energy right through him, caressing his body with her spirit alone. He inhaled sharply, tilting his head back, his eyes closing, face showing the effort he was exerting not to push her away. After a moment, he managed to step forward, placing his eyes back on hers, hands reaching for her hips, pulling them roughly against his own, letting her feel his body shaking at the contact with her energy. "We are all weak, compared to the immortals.. Even me, and in many the same ways.."

She pulled her energy back, letting the barest trickle seep around his. "Not. weak." She shook her head, "You've had the light to back you up, It at least plays along. You are right though, Warlocks and Priests are nothing alike." she reached up and grabbed his head, fingers rubbing his ears "But maybe.. We can make use of the differences." She reached up and bit his chin squarely, making sure to not catch the slightly sensitive tentacles. His breathing was a little more labored, hands moving to her back, then down over her rear, fingers curling over the curve, his eyes falling shut, his head tilting down until his lips were close to hers. "Make use of them how, warlock?"

She licked his lower lip, then bit into it hard, almost growling against the skin. "I hurt, you heal... I'm able to take pain unlike any other mortal.." She spoke a word and a sheen flashed over her skin, settling over her before sinking in. "Demon skin is useful when being punished harshly by an over demanding anchorite, wouldn't you agree?" She tweaked one of his ears and pressed her lips firmly to his. He growled against her lips, kissing her back roughly, his hips pushing forward hard, hands holding hers in place. After a beat, he turned, throwing her back against the nearest wall, pressing his heavy body firmly against hers to pin her there, crushing his lips against hers, giving in to his desires, completely unafraid of hurting her. She groaned in enjoyment, legs wrapping around his waist. She gave as good as she got, pulsing her energy around him, trying to pull his own out into the statically charged air around them. She practically humped him in her place, trying her damnedest to push against him, fighting for dominance.

His hands pushed her legs down off his waist, then moved up to her chest, fingers wrapping around the cloth of her robe, then flying out to either side, cleanly ripping the cloth in two, his hips slamming against hers once the cloth was out of the way, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood had she not been protected. She gripped his shoulder pads and yelled out at the destruction of her hard-won armor. "You Bastard!" She dug her fingers in, ripping maybe the shoulder pads off, but not much else, She spent more time trying to move her legs back around him "S'that the best you've got priesty? Seems kinda weak to me!" She ran her tongue along the teeth that were still embedded in her lip while her fingers scratched long dark lines across his newly accessible shoulders.

He arched at her scratching, eyes widening a bit before pulling back, and throwing her to the floor, pulling his robes off quickly and tossing them to the side, breathing heavily. After a moment, he stepped toward her, tentacles twitching in anticipation, already hard and wanting. She caught herself, propping up on her arms as she watched him, eyes glowing bright and feral. She licked along the indentation he had made in her lip, sucking on it briefly while she pushed fel energy up into one of her hands, extending it to him. "Your light won't dominate this warlock, Priesty. Show me what you've got." She reached up and scratched her own arm, managing to draw a long line of blood, her energy managing to increase with renewed vigor.

He fell back a bit at the energy, forcing his own out to combat hers, eyes flashing angrily, moving forward quickly, one hand going for her neck, the other the wrist of the arm she had just cut, attempting to pin her to the ground, his energy moving strongly enough to cause a soft glow around him. "You -will- quench this desire, you human whore. No amount of struggling will save you." She gasped for breath, her free hand wrapping around his wrist, trying to pull that hand away from his neck. She struggled in spite of his words; kicking out at him and hissing in her demonic language, but at the same time you could tell his energy was causing her some manner of distraction. Her nipples were standing at stiff peaks, her eyelids fluttering in desire. She finally looked up at him, mouth open to utter one word in Common. "Please!"

He deflected her kicks, knocking her legs apart with one of his and quickly moving between them, pinning her to the floor by the neck and wrist, his eyes moving over her chest, noticing the physical changes. He loosened his grip to just enough for her to breathe, crushing his body, and his lips firmly against her, hips rocking harshly, biting her lip again, tugging on it a little, his eyes staring down into hers. She tried her hardest, she really did. She'd rock her hips up against his, attempting to catch the head of his penis against her labia. She moaned against his lips, her free hand finally releasing his wrist to scratch at his arm and back, whatever she could reach. She tried weakly to push her energy out against his, but found it to be no easy feat, considering his strength and position. So then she tried subtlety, drawing his energy out and enveloping in her own aura, trying to mix the two with no luck.

Realizing he was overpowering her, he rolled into it more fully, extending his energy to wash over her, the hand on her wrist moving up to grip her breast rather tightly, smearing it with blood. His hips rocked hard, grinding his member against her folds for long moments before he pulled back, that hand moving down to line himself up, hips slamming forward hard, suddenly, filling her as completely as she could take him, falling into a rapid, savagely hard pace, not caring if he hurt her. Her back arched when his energy flowed over her, her eyes opened wide and sightless. She screamed out when he slammed against her cervix, The sound was strangled as her neck was still at the mercy of his massive hand. She rocked with him, no longer fighting but trying to bring them both off, her aura all but gone under the golden haze that was all his. She drank every bit in, uncaring that she was now begging him for release in garbled demonic and common. All she knew were the energy and the massive girth that were actively invading her.

He moved his hand up to her hair, tugging to tilt her head back, his lips moving down to her neck, biting hard enough to leave a very noticeable mark, his other hand moving down to her hip, pulling her back against his very savage thrust, years of going without giving his body the desire necessary to give it everything he had, hooves digging into the floor for more leverage, eyes wide with desire, lips moving down to seal around one of those stiff nipples, teeth biting down firmly, tongue flicking over it rapidly. She reached up and grabbed the arm attached to the hand in her hair, gripping tightly and shuddering, already close. The familiar heating of her inner core started slow, then increased, blossoming into orgasm as her walls clenched rhythmically around his shaft. Her voice went up several octaves, the breathy quality hard to mistake as she continued rocking against him throughout her orgasm. She crooned up at him, whimpering her praise while she helped him find his own release.

He jerked when he felt her around him, sitting up suddenly, releasing his hold on her, his energy fluctuating as he pulled out, gripping himself as his muscles tensed and shivered in waves with his orgasm, spilling himself in a line over her stomach, his voice deepening slightly, biting his lip to hold the moan back. She watched with mixed elation and despair, continuing her praise even as he spent himself on her stomach, reaching down to rub her fingers along his muscular legs, then through the line of viscous seed that now decorated her abdomen. Her breathing was heavy, eyelids lowered in sated content. Reaching her arms out, she beckoned him to lay on top of her, the wicked smile replaced with a soft kind-hearted smile that seemed oddly more at place on her face. He blinked a bit, breathing in deeply to calm himself, tentatively laying down on top of her, lips brushing her cheek, stomach tightening when he felt his own seed against it. His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. "You're going to be kind, now? What a shift.."

She snorted and Tsked "Don't ruin the mood, and enjoy it while it lasts." She remained quiet for a long while, seemingly content to lay there and listen to their joined heartbeats, rubbing down his arms and sides, occasionally stopping to find a spot that would be ticklish. "You might have foiled my plans this time, Grand Anchorite of the Naaru..But believe me, the next time we meet I'll be stronger. I refuse to be weak." She smirked over at him, her lips brushing his. He tensed every time she touched a ticklish spot, his eyes open and staring into hers, unsure of how to feel. "What exactly where those plans, Child? Seduce the great priest.. make him drop his guard, and in the midst.. destroy him? Perhaps take over his mind, and hope the Naaru don't notice.." She grinned wide. "Didn't you notice? My great "plan" was to prove to both of us that I was the stronger. Of course.. I didn't take into the equation your status... but that was purely my fault." She yawned and hugged him as tightly as her arms could, the sheen of her demon armor wearing from her skin, bringing out several previously unnoticeable bruises on her wrists, neck, and lips. "Destroy him... Hah." She poked his side. "Take over your mind though, that's a prospect that holds for future planning." She made a show of making herself comfortable, in spite of the bruises.

He raised an eyebrow, glancing up a bit at the nearby couch, pushing himself up slightly. "If you're staying for a while.. Shall we move to the couch? Not quite accustomed to laying on the floor." He looked back down at her, raising an eyebrow slightly. She did the appropriately spoiled female thing, and held her hands for him to lift her up, trying to look alluring even though she was thoroughly debauched and he had already been sated. "I thought you'd never ask!" He chuckled at that, standing slowly, and taking her hands in his, he lifted her to her feet, then slowly walked to the couch, laying down on it, leaving a spot just big enough for her to fill if most of her body was on his. "You realize, I hope, that his never leaves this building. I'm too important to too many people. Something like this would cost the lives of innocents, if they lose faith in me. Even you have to realize that there is a greater good.." She humphed and crawled on top of him, again making herself comfortable. "Yeah yeah yeah. S'not like I can leave anyway. You did kinda destroy my good working robes." She yawned again, and slowly drifted towards sleep. "Jus'a one or two time thing..."

Decktire awoke the next morning to a cold couch, stretching languidly, completely expecting the soreness that would normally have come from the rough sex that she experienced, Demon armor or no. She blinked and reached a hand up to her lips, then looked at her wrist, noticing the bruises that weren't there any longer. She snorted to herself and stood, slipping her newly repaired robes on, looking around the small apartment for a looking glass, laughing out loud at, Not the lack of bruising, but the bite mark that he had left on her neck. She shook her head and snuck out of the building, making sure no one saw her until she was already in the main hall, moving towards the portals. She looked over at where Almonen was preaching to the mass of armored warriors, stopping briefly. She raised an eyebrow as he looked her over briefly, then went back to what he was doing, as if she didn't exist. /We'll see, Grand anchorite, Next time we meet, it won't be on equal ground, and I'll own you./ She went through the portal, intent on taking the boat from Stormwind and traveling to Valiance keep, Genuinely happy to be finished with this part of her Journey.