Gilneas

The rain was coming down hard.  Jude’s black hair was plastered to her face.  But it always seemed to drizzle in the dark ruins of Gilneas.  She blinked, her eyelashes heavy with droplets of water, as she looked around the abandoned city.  It was somewhat macabre, yet desolate. Depressing would be a good way to describe it, yet she chose this place specifically to come to when her mood turned dark.

It had been several days since she discovered Lex’s betrayal.  How conveniently he had cast her aside to take on a new partner, another rogue as well.  She had watched silently, unflinching from the shadows as he instructed the girl.  She stopped watching when he began to force his sexual will on her.  Her rage was brimming and ready to overflow and while she intended to end them both, she knew she would have to plan the assassination carefully.



Off she flew, her netherdrake taking her over the dark, gothic rooftops of Gilneas.  She could always count on the rain to fall here.   Carefully she descended, relieving her mount of his duties and slipping into the shadows.  The downpour soaked her and her leathers were cold, sticking to her alabaster  skin.She moved deftly on the cobblestone roads.  The odd piece of forgotten litter blew past every now and again.  Perhaps a flyer or piece of newspaper from days past. The odd house or so was lit, but most were dark.  Alliance were known to come here.  Some for fun, others out of curiosity. There were even rumours of troops set up around the perimeter, but much to her dismay, she found no such challenge.



The bloodlust tugged at her senses.  She was seething on the inside, even though her exterior nothing short of stoicism.  She needed to kill.  It was the only thing that would soothe her.  She blinked slowly, trying to keep the images of Lex and his new partner out of her mind, but try as she might, she couldn’t stop picturing them.



Growling low, she moved forward, her eyes scanning the streets.  This would be easy pickings, if only she could find someone.  Her jaw clenched in frustration and finally she decided to make her way into one of the dimly lit houses.

 

It felt good to get out of the rain.  She wiped the hair from her face.  The room was lit by a solitary candle and she noticed another source of light coming from up the stairs.  Still hidden in shadows, she ventured up.  She quirked a brow when she noticed the room was actually occupied.  A young human lay on the bed, if you could call it that.  The covers were blackened with dirt and who knows what state the mattress was in.  But he lay atop, reading.  She glanced to the side, noticing armour and weapons on the floor by his feet.  The Alliance insignia stood out and a slow smirk formed on her lips.  She could not have been handed better prey had she asked for it.  This young Alliance soldier would sate her bloodlust for now and quell the rage inside her.



Poor thing.  She wondered if he had any idea he would die tonight.  He seemed to smile at something he read, casually flipping his hair off his face and turning the page.  He was quite attractive for a human.  Her tastes had always veered to the elves, and she had briefly dabbled with the forsaken, but Alliance made her see red.  Yet, crouched in the shadows and watching this young soldier, she suddenly felt a different need start to tug at her.



Lex had awakened some sort of primal desire in her.  He had satisfied her like no other had.  He had taken her at will on countless  occasions.  His drive was intense and demanding.  And she had loved every minute of it.  Now, she felt starved, void, but the necessity was still there.  Like a throbbing ache, it reminded her it needed to be fulfilled.



Jude’s eyes roamed over the soldier.  He would kill her on sight if he saw her.  And his fate was already determined in her mind.  But surely she could take from him, before she finished him.  Again she smirked.  Her hands moved to her side, unraveling a long piece of strong leather.  It was almost rope like.  She curled it around her leathered glove and moved to the side of the bed.



The human’s ears perked and he looked up from his book.  He glanced around the room, brow furrowed.  Shaking his head, his eyes focused back on his book.  Jude moved closer.  Before the soldier could drop his book and see her, she had disabled him with a shot to the kidney. He groaned, hunched over.  The novel fell, pages fluttering as the spine hit the floor. Deftly, Jude straddled him, grabbing both wrists and bringing them up over his head.  Quickly she bound him to the headboard.  He groaned once more, coming to.  His eyes widened as he saw her.  She brought the dagger to his throat and smirked.  The steel was cold against his skin.  He sat still, watching her.  He shouted something in Common, probably cursing her. Her free hand came up and she clout him over the head.  The human growled at her, trying to lunge, but held back by the leather strap.



Jude shook her head, pressing the dagger to his throat again.  This stopped him.  He leaned back on the bed, taking a deep breath.  His eyes moved to his weapons on the floor, his mind most likely trying to figure a way out.  Again the rogue shook her head.

“What part of no, don’t you understand? Alliance scum,” she breathed. He looked at her perplexed.  He didn’t speak Orcish.  Chances are he spoke only Common.  He seemed young and inexperienced.  She would estimate him to be two decades old, at best.  She smirked.  Again he spoke to her, this time his tone seemed to be a bit more relaxed, on the verge of pleading.  He knew he was in danger.  She smiled at him, which seemed to put him at ease somewhat.   She kept the dagger at his neck as she settled on his lap, straddled still.  He tugged at the binds to test them and she shook her head once more.  He sighed heavily, exasperated at his situation and the lack of ability to communicate.



“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” she coo’d.  Her voice was soft, yet determined, and even though he couldn’t understand what she said, he seemed a bit relieved.  She grinned and then slowly started to grind against his lap.  His eyes widened as he looked at her.  She kept her gaze on him, continuing the slow rock.  He shook his head, saying something incoherent.  She pressed the dagger to his throat.  He lay still, watching her.  She could feel him harden against his will beneath her and she smirked.  So easy, she thought.  She pressed hard, her own nether tingling through her leather.  She wondered how big he was.  How thick.  Would he satisfy her?  He groaned as he felt himself stiffen.  His hips wriggled in a futile attempt to pull away from her and she smirked at him.  She brought the dagger down and placed a leathered hand around his neck.  She could barely get her fingers around it, but it was enough to intimidate him.



The rogue continued to grind against him, feeling him get harder with each stroke.  She smiled darkly at him, finally moving back.



“Don’t even think of moving,” she said as her hand came down from his neck.  He kept still, mostly out of shock, his arousal pressing against his trousers.  Her hand came down to free him.  Watching his cock spring forth, she licked her lips. Perfect, she thought.  He seemed to blush in the dim light.  How precious, she thought and chuckled.  He glared at her when she laughed, a seeming curse spewing from his lips.  Her hand moved to her dagger once more and he stopped, aware of her power.  His eyes continued to glower at her, his cock thick and erect in betrayal.   She smirked, bringing a hand down under her belt.  Unlatching them on either side, she easily exposed herself, the leather coming down and back, giving her ample room.  She snaked closer to the human, rising as she brushed her moist folds against the tip of his length.  He gasped at the feeling, tugging at the binds once more.  Again her hand came to his neck and she hissed at him.  He fixed her with an angry stare.  She shook her head as if to deny him any chance to get free.  Just accept it, her eyes were saying, and she kept his gaze locked as she slowly lowered herself down.  His cockhead had already begun to seep slightly against his will as it spread her soft lips and slipped past her slit, sinking into her warm, wet depths.  He groaned as she put her full weight down on him.  She let out a moan, feeling him drill deep into her.  Her eyelids fluttered as she held him there, purposely tightening her walls to force a moan from him.



Slowly Jude began to rock back and forth, keeping him hilted inside her as she pressed her clit against him.  The void was gone as she felt him throb inside her.  Pleasure lapped at her senses as she rose slightly and then came down, forcing his slick cockhead to push at her womb.  He groaned louder, tugging at the binds.  His eyes had changed.  He allowed the lust to take him over and she suspected he wanted his hands free to grope her.  But she wouldn’t allow it.  He was there for one purpose and one alone.  And after that, it would be over.

 

Her pace quickened and she moaned, her hips bucking against him as she rode his cock expertly.  The pleasure began to mount in her as her whole body began to undulate over him.  He watched her incredulously, his hips bucking up to meet her as she grinded against him.  She could feel him throb madly inside her, the familiar tingle that signaled he was close to erupting.  Her eyes widened and she grabbed the dagger, pushing it to his throat.



“No!” she hissed, shaking her head.  He understood and bit his lip, holding back. She continued to work him relentlessly, moaning and writhing over his shaft, hips bucking feverishly as she felt herself get closer.  He mumbled something, pleading almost.  She knew he was doing his best to hold back.  “Not yet,” she breathed, her words jagged and laced with moans.  She was so close, she could taste it.  Finally she rose, coming down hard on him, mashing her clit against his pubic bone as she let out a cry.  The orgasm raped her senses and she drowned in the delicious agony of release.  Her pussy twitched against his cock, milking it and coating it with her juices.  His eyes rolled back and she knew he would cum.  She let him, giving him that one final gift.  She felt his cock gush as his seed blasted against her quivering walls.  He breathed hard, tugging at the binds, instinctively wanting to hold her close as he pumped into her.  She continued to move her hips, exploiting his cock so every last drop was spent.  They panted together and his eyes remained on her, curious.

She moved off him, letting him slide out, his spunk oozing from her trembling pussy.  Giving her hips a small shake, she threw him a wink as she slipped off the bed.  Quickly she buttoned her leggings up, concealing herself.  Again he tugged at the strap holding him to the bed.  She looked him over, jade eyes cold.  She half smiled.  One desire had been sated.  Another still remained.



She picked up her daggers as she looked at him.  He frowned, and then his expression seemed to sadden.



“It’s nothing personal,” she whispered.  He parted his lips to respond, but she was too quick.  The blade sliced through his skin, the blood flowing from his neck.  He slumped over and within seconds, was dead.  Jude blinked slowly.  She turned her back to him, headed down the stairs and out of the house.





The rain pelted her as she passed through the doorway.  She looked up at the moon as the downpour slowly washed the blood off her dagger. It blended with the rainwater, making its way gradually to a nearby sewer.  Sheathing her weapons, she looked back at the house one last time before slipping back into the shadows.