You sat there for what felt like hours, the San'layn's head pressed against your cold, naked chest. Your heart did not beat, your chest did not rise and fall with breath, blood did not course through your veins to keep you alive. "Strange" is the only way you could describe the sensation of undeath.
Neither of you needed to sleep, but he rested against you with his eyes closed. His body was immortal and untiring, but his soul was aching and weary.
As he lay against you, wrapped in the blanket that had been draped over your previously-dead body, you held him close, running your fingers through his snowy, long hair. He had both of his arms around your torso, hugging you fiercely, as if he was afraid that upon letting go, you would disappear.
With the grace and silence of an Eversong lynx stalking its prey, you stood up from your position against the laboratory wall, still cradling him in your arms. You felt more powerful than ever, and oddly satisfied that the man in your arms - the one who had previously overpowered you and ripped the life from your body - was now curled up like a helpless baby in your gentle grip.
He did not protest or utter a single word as you strode out of the laboratory, gliding soundlessly through the desolate Crimson Halls.
You found your way back to the chamber that you'd slept in before and set him down on the same bed he'd killed you in.
You loomed over him, your hands on either side of his head as you held yourself above him on the bed. His arctic eyes studied your face. His expression was soft and pregnant with longing. He smiled gently at you.
He reached a hand up and brushed your cheek. Your crimson hair cascaded down onto him, striking against the deathly pale-blue sheen of his exposed skin. You leaned down, bending your right arm so that now you supported yourself more on one elbow, and you kissed him. Time stopped as his lips met yours. Your body pressed against his. He reached an arm around your head and ran his fingers through your sanguine hair. His other hand was on your back, gently tracing along the ridge of your spine.
You were both still naked, and the only thing between you and him was the thin blanket that still enveloped his lower body. Leaning heavily on your elbow, your free hand slowly slid down to pull the blanket off of him.
As your skin touched, you felt yourself swell a bit. He noticed, and purred. His large cock was soon engorged, pressing up against your hips.
You sat up, your cock brushing his as you lifted yourself up and tilted your hips back. He pushed himself up, his arms behind him and his cock pressing into you as you sat on his hips.
You grinned wickedly, and your new, echoey voice was thick and salacious as you recited the familiar words:
"The San'layn aren't all barbarians... now it's my turn..."
With ease you lifted him up from underneath you, quickly flipping your positions, and he now rested on your lap, still facing you. His fangs peeked out from under his lips, and he smirked. He growled as he wiggled his hips, grinding against you for a moment before lifting himself up just enough to sit on the tip of your cock.
He groaned as he let himself slide onto you. He was tight, but you'd fix that soon enough. Without warning you tilted your hips upward, pushing further into his ass, and he moaned. Your hands found themselves resting on his hips as he began to sway back and forth on top of you. You gyrated and thrusted, causing him to moan softly.
He bounced on your dick for a minute, his cock swelling and hovering above your stomach as you pumped yourself into him. You grew bored, and decided it was time to have some real fun.
It was time to test what you could now do.
Your right hand stroked his swollen cock, and your left shot up from his hips and wrapped itself around his throat. He grinned, his eyes flashing red for a brief moment. You pushed your cock into him one more time, then with minimal effort you threw him across the room, launching him into the steel wall, and he crashed with a thud.
No time passed as you swiftly appeared in front of him across the room. He was moaning, his cock rigid. He looked up at you. His eyes now glowed red with hunger.
You felt something taking over you. A red haze clouded your vision. You felt your fangs unsheathing.
He lunged at you, his fingertips adorned with talons that raked across your skin. You caught him, spun, and with the momentum of his own attack you launched him once again, this time THROUGH the wall.
You glided towards the hole you'd made, a cocky smirk plastered across your face. The dust settled, and through the rubble you could see he was gone. You stepped out of the room through the hole.
You heard a hiss from above you, and felt his entire weight drop onto you.
He gracefully somersaulted, and at the zenith of his roll, threw you down the hallway. You soared through the air, and you hit the ground on your feet, skidmarks lining the ground as you screeched to a halt.
He was still older, and probably far stronger than you. But that didn't mean you weren't going to put up a fight. This would be fun.
You heard a cacophony of skittering and whispering all around you, clouding your senses. Every muscle in your body tensed as you listened for him. The only thing that gave him away was the crimson fire of his eyes as he lunged at you from the shadows.
His fangs sank into your shoulder, but no blood spurted from the wound. Pain shot through your body, but it only helped to embolden you, your frenzy growing stronger and the red haze in your vision becoming more prominent.
You grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the ground. Your chest heaved from excitement and the bloodlust driving you to a crazed frenzy. Your cock swelled and your grip was iron as you held him in place against the cold steel floor.
His huge cock was pulsing and rigid. You shoved your dick into his prone hole, and pumped into him. He didn't resist, but he did rake his claws across your chest and legs as you plunged in and out of him.
He growled, roared and shrieked like a wild cat as you filled him with your cock. You flushed yourself against his hole, every bit of you intruding upon his insides, and you cackled. You pushed into him harder and faster, pumping fast enough to absolutely destroy any mortal lover. He, however, was writhing in delight. His legs spread even further, and his talons grated the floor underneath him. Between the shrieking, roaring and growling he moaned so loud that his voice reverberated and echoed through the Crimson Halls.
Your cock twitched and wriggled inside of him. A wave of cum gushed forth from your dick and filled him up, leaking out of his ass with each continued thrust into him.
You pulled out, and he seized the moment to lunge at you. He slammed you into the wall and kissed you with the burning ferocity of a thousand suns. His cock was swollen and pressed against you. As your lips locked, he pushed himself inside of you. It was his turn now. It wasn't long, however, before a primal, guttural groan escaped his lips and a huge load of cum began leaking out of your own ass.
He pulled out, his dick still fully erect and leaking. His hands ran along your back and through your hair, and you draped your arms around his shoulders. Your bodies pressed together and your fangs grated against his as he kissed you so passionately that if you still had a beating heart, it might have given out at that moment.
You reached an arm down and squeezed his ass, and he growled and snickered, his chest heaving and shaking from the enrapturing grip of your combined frenzy.
He laid himself on the ground and pulled you on top of him. You continued to kiss, and felt him shake and twitch as you played with his still-dripping, wet cock as you locked lips.
He stopped for a moment to look at you. His eyes still burned the colour of blood, but you saw longing in them. He smiled at you, his lips stretching across his unsheathed fangs. He brushed your cheek with one hand, then pulled you back down for another long, time-stopping kiss.
He ran his fingers through your hair as you laid down on top of him. You both hadn't moved from the spot, but you lay naked together in the empty Crimson Halls, savouring every moment together of your new life.
He kissed the top of your head and you couldn't help but smile. On the outside you had always painted yourself with a confident, haughty, imperial demeanor, but somehow he caused your no-longer-beating heart to just melt.
The Kirin Tor could go fuck themselves. You couldn't possibly return to such a droll, normal life after this.
Your eyes cracked open slowly. Your entire body ached as if you'd been in a shipwreck. The dim lighting of the room made it nigh impossible to see, but it only took seconds of lucidity to remember where you were. Your heart swelled. Tangled up in a mess of scarlet and gold sheets and blankets with you was a gorgeous, pale-blue San’layn. His arms were around you, cradling you against his breathless chest. You nuzzled against him and he took your hand gently in his own. With his other hand he ran his fingers through your long, blood-red hair. He lifted your chin to look at him, and as your face tilted up towards his, he leaned in to tenderly kiss you on the lips. As his icy tenderness enveloped you, flames danced in your heart. He pulled you completely on top of him, and now your faces were but an inch away.
You sank into him, your heart beating like war drums. His lips pressed against yours with yearning. As you kissed him, you felt your seating situation change. Against your rear you felt him bulging. You opened your eyes, and he opened his, your gazes locked. His soft blue eyes burned with lust, flecks of scarlet swimming through his frosty irises, threatening to completely overtake him. Your arm behind your back, you reached a hand down slowly to stroke him. His cock swelled against your exposed rear. You felt yourself growing wet, and so could he. He purred at you, his deep voice echoing with the taint of undeath. You lifted yourself up and seated yourself back down onto his erect cock. He growled. Red flashed for a moment in those fierce eyes of his.
You gently swayed back and forth on top of him, your inner walls tightening and gliding against his enormous dick. You kissed him with the intensity of a raging forest-fire. His hands ran through your messy scarlet hair, and his hands shook as he desperately struggled to remain gentle with you, his claws only scraping the skin of your back, his fangs unsheathing and retracting cyclically. You put your hands on his blueish chest and pulled away for a moment, looking at him. His eyes cried out desperately to you - you could see he wanted so much more. And so did you.
You leaned in, the side of your face flush against his, and whispered:
“Don’t be afraid of hurting me. Let’s do it again…”
You felt his cock swell inside of you and against the side of your face, his long, cold fangs slid out from their hiding place. You sat up, arching your back to look at his face. His eyes glowed blood red and burned with rabid hunger. His fangs remained unsheathed. He yanked you closer to him. You moaned as he pressed you up against his chest, holding you in place as he vigorously pumped his growing cock into again and again. He growled like a wildcat as you took him into you, your hips swaying and whimpers escaping your lips. He came in you, cum flooding through you, filling you up - but he did not withdraw. He kept thrusting, seemingly determined to do it again. His cock writhed and spasmed in you, and you groaned as you felt its contents seeping out of you with every plunge that he made. He lifted you into the air, your body leaking his fluids all over the scarlet and gold duvet. He flipped you over so that you were now on your hands and knees. Without warning or hesitation he dove into you once again, savagely pounding you, his hips flushing with your rear at the zenith of each thrust. Your breathing grew ragged and your voice cracked as he began to drive into you harder and faster. With one hand you began stroking yourself as he ravaged your rear end.
You knew he didn’t need to breathe, but you heard him gasping and raggedly huffing. You felt… something change about him. You heard a cracking, splitting noise behind you, and his cock, still thrusting into you, grew more than any erection could offer. It nearly doubled in size and a scream escaped your lips as its girth swelled to gargantuan proportions within you. You craned your neck to look at him, wondering what was going on. You really shouldn’t have looked at him.
The San’layn filling your abdomen looked nothing like an elf anymore. His eyes now emitted a blazing crimson trail, and his light-blue skin had grown a dark grey. His fangs cascaded even further down his chin, almost surpassing the end of his face. His clawed hands were now adorned with gleaming talons. Shadows enveloped him, his features morphing into silhouettes under the guise of darkness. He was probably a foot or two taller now, as well. Fear gripped your heart, but so did excitement as this… thing… ferociously fucked you, rocking your body back and forth with the force of a small earthquake. You screamed again as those imposing talons ripped through the flesh on your back. A nigh demonic howl resonated through the chamber from him. With one enormous hand and using his dick for a bit of extra leverage, he lifted you and held your small body against him, thrusting even harder as you sank back onto his entirety. His fangs tore through the skin on your throat, and you felt them aggressively siphoning the life from you. He thrust harder and harder, and the flesh on your chest and thighs burned as his free hand ripped your body apart.
Your eyes grew heavy. Your vision was darkening. You moaned weakly for him to stop, he was killing you for real this time. His giant cock throbbed within you and you felt it gush cum through you in waves. Blood poured from your body. Your ass ached with pleasure and cum had leaked from your cock, but your heart beat feverishly as you struggled to stay alive. His fangs were still in you, draining whatever you had left. You felt yourself growing colder, and everything got so quiet. He couldn’t control himself. This was the end.
Your senses returned to you as you metamorphosed back into your normal form. Panic ripped through your body. The mage had gone limp. No more moans or screams emanated from him. His flesh had grown cold, the fire within him extinguished.
“No… no… NO!” You screamed. This was the first mortal you’d ever felt so strongly for. You quickly stood up, your engorged cock sliding out of him with a cascade of cum. Tears rolled down your face. Your cries echoed through the empty caverns of the Crimson Halls. You felt a twinge of hope in your heart, but it quickly became strangled by dread. You were San’layn. He was Sin’dorei… there had to be a way. You had everything you needed to try to turn him here. But could you possibly curse him to an eternity of undeath? Maybe he’d like it. Regardless, he was too young to die. You had to do something. You picked up his delicate form and it crumpled into you like a wilted flower. Your chest heaved as your entire body was wracked with sobbing. You took a deep breath - only to calm yourself if anything, as you didn’t actually need to breathe - and composed yourself. Tears streamed down your face as you carried him through the desolate halls.
You laid him down on the altar. Ritual knives, books, and reagents lay on a table nearby. The San’layn had experimented on both the living and the undead, but never deigned to go so far as Putricide at the height of his insanity. They were simply finding a way to keep their people alive and their numbers growing without Arthas’ aid should he have died or abandoned them. And they had been close, too, before Icecrown was ransacked and Arthas was killed. The new Lich King had no love for any of the survivors of Icecrown Citadel’s fall, so whatever solution there could be was now completely up to you.
You had been a lab assistant before fleeing upon the arrival of the Ebon Blade and the Argent Crusade. This place had remained untouched; no one but the San’layn knew of this place, as its entrance was hidden to all but the eyes of those who created it. You poured through runed, leather-bound tomes, searching for what you knew was the culmination of your master’s research. A gasp escaped your mouth. There it was. The Ritual of Sanguine Reanimation.
Darkness enveloped you as the last spark of life fizzled from your weak body. There was some kind of peace in it, the absolute quiet of eternal slumber. As your mind, or possibly your soul traversed through the Nether, you finally understood the meaning of silence. Nothing surrounded you, Nothing cradled you, Nothing encompassed your everything. Nothing was pierced by a radiating light. Nothing ceased to be as something entered the void and grabbed whatever form you embodied. As you were drawn closer to this light, you saw that it appeared to be a reflection of Azeroth. Before you could comprehend why you were seeing this, you were yanked through the frontier.
Your eyes flashed open. Wait - your eyes - you had eyes again. You were alive? How? No… something was wrong… something was different. You were so cold. You felt like a statue, and you could tell you were laid out on some sort of table.
Your senses came rushing back to you when a soft sobbing broke the silence that had dominated your world. You heard his voice, trembling and weak, muttering to himself.
“Please… gods damn you… work… WORK! What did I do wrong… what did I do wrong?! This should have worked!”
You heard the rustling of old, decrepit pages, a sound familiar to you because of your extensive time studying magic and lingering in the droll-as-ever Hall of the Guardian with the Kirin Tor.
You spoke, but your voice was not what you were expecting. You sounded almost the same as you had before… dying? Is that what happened? Regardless, your voice rang with a hollow echo, not unlike the San’layn who had bedded you. It rang with the echo of undeath.
“Am I… alive?”
You heard him gasp, and his gentle sobbing turned into an explosive fit of crying. You turned your head to look at him. You felt as if you were encased in stone. Knives, alchemical vials, scattered pages and leather-bound tomes surrounded him on his spot on the floor. He bounced to his feet, nearly tripping, and rushed over to you. His hands cupped your face, and he helped you sit up. You were on some sort of altar in the centre of a dark laboratory. You’d been to Icecrown Citadel so many times, yet never had you seen this place.
“I… I’m so sorry…” he began, sobs escaping his lips, “I… lost control.. You were gone… I- I didn’t know what else to do, I couldn’t just lose you…”
The weight of what he had done settled onto your mind. He had resurrected you. But he was no priest, nor was he the Lich King… were you… were you like him now?
“I’m sorry…” His voice trailed off and he began to sob violently. You put your arms around his convulsing form and pulled him close to you. In a strange turn, it was now you lifting him up, holding him close to your chest. You cooed, your soft voice echoing faintly, and you ran a hand through his long, silken white hair. Gods, your skin was so pale. You rocked back and forth as he shivered and sobbed. You had never felt so tender towards anyone, or anything really. Your heart no longer beat in your chest, but you felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness for him. You were so strong now… even more so than before. Your crimson hair glared against the nearly translucent white sheen of your arms. He clutched a lock of your long hair as he pressed himself against you, his shaking becoming less intense. His tears streamed down your bare chest. A blanket had been draped over your lower body while you were dead. You wrapped him up in it. You swept your feet off the altar, and firmly stood up, cradling him in your arms. A strength flowed through you, strength unending and unimaginable. His weight was no burden to you whatsoever. You could get used to this…
You glided over to the edge of the room soundlessly, every step as graceful as that of a lynx. You pressed your back to the wall and eased yourself onto the floor. You leaned against the cold, steel wall. He was no longer crying in your arms. He looked up at you.
“Your eyes… they still glow with fire…” He whispered. His icy gaze locked into yours. A pained expression of guilt cut through his face. You wiped that stupid look off his face as you pressed your lips into his. You ran your hand through his soft, snow-coloured hair and cupped the back of his head. Your face still pressed against his, you withdrew only a sliver away from his lips to whisper in a soft, echoey voice:
“Don’t look so dismayed. This is more than I could have ever wanted…”
You lifted his chin and kissed him again. Oh, the possibilities of this new body. You couldn’t wait to see what lay ahead.
He sat up on the cold steel floor of the Crimson Halls. You were both still naked and drenched in each other's fluids. He kissed you gently and helped you stand up. Not like you needed it, but every touch of his sent shivers through you.
He led you back to the room once more, and instead of using the door, you both walked through the hole you blasted in the wall.
He strode over to a beautiful mahogany dresser and opened it to reveal of plethora of gilded, scarlet, emerald-laden robes.
He took one and draped it over his arm. He then walked back over to you and took your hand.
"These are only fit for San'layn such as myself. You however, deserve only the best,” he whispered to you.
Had you been alive, your cheeks would have flushed red despite your best attempts to stifle your feelings.
He guided you to a lavish, grandiose chamber. The ceiling was high, the tapestry that hung from above was otherworldly in its beauty and intricate details, and the floor swirled with patterns that glowed as you stepped over them.
“This was Lana'thel's chamber. And this was her wardrobe..." he said as he strolled over to a magnificent, towering dresser. "Whatever you like is yours."
You nearly squealed in delight as you sifted through the gorgeous gowns, robes, and jewellery. You turned to look at him - his eyes were soft and a content smirk plastered his face.
You found an outfit suited for such a dignified, filthily rich elf as yourself. The Blood-Queen's robe was adorned with beautiful silver garnishings, real emeralds, and silk finer than Lore'themar's hair.
Your face lit up as you turned to look at him. He gazed at you as if you were the most beautiful creature in the world, you couldn't help but feel that he was right.
He bowed before you. "There aren't many of us left, but my, do those robes suit you. There is one thing left, however."
He strode over to a chest adorned in scarlet and gold filigree. The inside glowed as he pried it open. "Yes, perfect."
He lifted something enormous out of the box. His voice trailed off as he spoke.
"This..."
"This you may recognise."
It was Lana'thel's crown.
He carried it with the tenderness that one would hold a newborn baby with, as if it would shatter upon him dropping it. He positioned himself behind you and affixed the crown of Lana'thel onto the back of the robes, and gently placed the headpiece onto your crimson hair.
You felt his hand on your back, and he appeared beside you, gesturing for you to come with him. He guided you over to an incredible, gargantuan mirror with an intricate golden rim. You peered at your reflection and gasp. You were absolutely stunning in her clothes. You were born into vast wealth, but never had you worn something so grand and so fitting.
You could see him in the reflection behind you, wiping tears from his eyes.
You turned around to look at him directly. He knelt before you. You laughed and pulled him up to kiss you.
He lingered, and pressed his lips against yours tenderly. He seemed nervous to touch you, but you took his hands and guided them to your hips.
You laughed in between kisses, and he took a moment to stare at you with a puzzled look on his face. "Get those robes on," you commanded him, "We're going somewhere."
He deftly dressed in the crimson, gold and emerald robes that he had been carrying with him. You already knew he looked good naked and in plate armour, but as the cloth pressed against his defined chest you knew that your living self would have been drooling.
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, and his stupid, cocky smirk was enough to melt your cold, dead heart.
He glided over to you and kissed you gently, before withdrawing to look you in the eyes, that damn smile on his face made you feel things that in your previous life you would have never admitted to.
"Hold on," you whispered to him. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed his head to your chest. You began casting, and seconds later, with him still tight against you, you were both standing in Eversong Woods.
He looked around, awe-struck. "Is this..." his voice trailed off.
You nodded. He stared into the distance, his mouth agape.
"It has been so long..." he began to speak, but you hear his voice catch in his throat. He brushed tears from his eyes.
You took his hand and began walking with him through the golden woods of Quel'thalas.
The entire time he was silent, and you took care to watch his expression. His countenance was plastered with a mixture of nostalgia, shock, and overwhelming sorrow and excitement.
You knew exactly where you were, but you weren’t sure if he remembered. You reached the peak of a small hill, and in the distance the gleaming spires and walls of Silvermoon City stood tall and proud.
He fell to his knees and sobs wracked his entire body. You leaned down and put your arms around him, running a hand through his white hair.
You pulled him upright and he leaned into you. You kissed his forehead and he turned to gaze upon the magnificent city glistening in the horizon.
The city was glowing, even in its reaches untouched by the sun. Restoration had been rigorous for the past few years, and the city was thriving more than it had for many years. The Dead Scar had almost completely healed and the Ghostlands were slowly but surely returning to normalcy after the extermination of remaining Scourge.
You took his hand in yours and ran your thumb along his knuckles softly. "Come with me, I have something to show you," you said to him.
You uttered a single word and within a fraction of a second you were now both before a magnificent palace.
"Welcome to Bloodreaver Manor.”
The gates of Bloodreaver Manor stood tall and proud, its intricate golden filigree glistening in the sunlight. Its pristine ivory towers loomed overhead and gleamed impressively.
You were still holding his hand, and you turned to look at him. His face was contorted into a puzzled countenance.
"Where... are we?" He questioned. You couldn't help but laugh. Oh, how amusing that he didn't know who you were.
"This is MY citadel, dear. Mine and mine alone."
"This... is yours?" he stuttered. Oh, he must have been of common descent before he died.
You nodded. You traced your fingers along the gate and an ephemeral hole appeared at the base of the doors for you to step through.
"The gates are really just for show,” you began,“We usually don't make use of material doorways… “ you paused before continuing. “My parents had this built for me thousands upon thousands of years ago. It has remained untouched by the Scourge and by the common folk due to its... unique location."
He looked around. You weren't kidding. Your palace had been built on the top of an incredibly steep behemoth of a hill. Without teleporting to it, there wasn't much of a way to get to your abode otherwise.
You yanked his arm through the portal as he gazed dumbstruck at the magnificent view the hilltop offered. You let out a short laugh and pulled him close to you as the portal closed behind you both. You kissed him gently on the forehead and then gestured with your arm for him to look forward.
The ceiling was ridiculously high and decorated with living images of nymphs and magical creatures that danced behind a frame of golden filigree. The floors and walls were a beautiful ivory that gleamed in the sunlight filtering through an enormous stained-glass window looming over the entire room.
The sunlight cascaded onto the floor in a blood-red hue as it passed through the window. The entryway itself was large enough to throw a ball, and you grinned as you thought to yourself how he'd feel once he saw the actual ballroom.
You guided him up the scarlet, carpeted stairs adorned with golden banisters. A chandelier hung above you, glittering in a thousand places with sanguine sunlight.
As you traversed each magnificent corridor of your palace, his mouth hung agape. Now and then, you'd pass a broom dusting the floor by itself - you had no living servants, only enchanted household items that would do the cleaning without question.
You showed him the ballroom, a grandiose cavern of a room hidden behind two scarlet, gilded doors. Intricate patterns of solid gold detailing glittered throughout the space. The windows in there were not stained glass, and the sun shone raw and unfiltered, causing the entire room to glow magnificently. He was silent and awe-struck, and a smirk crept onto your face. This was only part of the tour. You were eager to show him the best spot in the manor.
The bedroom.
You opened the enormous, scarlet doors to reveal your favourite place in the world.
Tapestries from many worlds hung from the ceiling, and the walls were lined with ornate, stained-glass windows. Between each window were mounted candles that lit themselves upon your entrance. Your enormous bed dominated the room, sheathed in dark veils and overflowing with a beautiful crimson duvet.
Of course, there was a plethora of mirrors, dressers, makeup tools, jewellery, and a few large portraits of yourself looming over different sections of the room.
You took him by surprise as you grabbed him by the back of his robe and threw him at your bed. He landed with a soft thump and laughed. You blinked towards him and loomed over him at the edge of the bed, your eyes searing into him with lust. A knowing look enveloped his face and he laughed impetuously. He then purred and beckoned you forward.
With a flick of your wrist, your royal robes began to remove themselves from your body, gliding over to your house-sized closet and neatly putting themselves away.
Now only in your silken undergarments you crawled onto the enormous bed and laid next to him.
He leaned to kiss you, and his hand cupped your crotch over your underwear. You felt yourself swelling a bit. He began to clumsily remove his own robes with his hands. Hah. Non-mages could be so precious sometimes.
You had more than enough spare clothing that he could wear. You simply hooked a finger around the collar of the robe and tore his clothing off, shredding it into several pieces. Whoopsies.
He growled and rolled on top of you. He pushed your undergarments down your legs, revealing your erect cock. He leaned into you, his exposed cock swollen and throbbing against your stomach.
For a moment you shared a fierce, long kiss. Neither of you needed to breathe, yet your chests heaved from a lust growing within both of you.
He reared back and plunged his cock into you. He humped hard and fast, taking you by surprise as he pulled out to gush cum all over your stomach. You pulled him by the hair to kiss him again, and as he stroked you, you growled. It was time for the fun to begin.
Red smoke poured from between your faces as you kissed, your eyes setting with the haze of a blood frenzy. He shoved a finger into you and you growled with pleasure. Before he could go any further, you wrapped a hand around his throat and lifted him into the air. You stood up, the soft bed groaning under the sudden shift in weight. His cock was rigid and you saw his fangs begin to slide out from under his top lip.
You leapt from the bed with him still in your grasp, and in a moment of impulsiveness, you crashed through a stained-glass window and threw him ahead of you.
You had forgotten to mention that most of your palace didn't stand on solid ground. The majority of it was in fact floating.
His eyes widened for a moment and he flailed helplessly before twisting his body with the renewed grace of an acrobat. You flattened your arms against your sides and pushed your legs behind you, and like a torpedo you flew towards him at an incredible speed, fire trailing behind you as you rocketed yourself forward with a geyser of flames.
You caught him in your arms and kissed him as you both fell. The trees and buildings of Quel'thalas below looked to be the size of insects still. You locked lips with him and wrapped your legs around his as your descent began to speed up. He grabbed your ass and squeezed, and you ran your fingers through his hair. He was looking up at you, but behind his beautiful face you watched as the ground drew nearer and nearer.
With a thundering boom your entwined bodies crashed into the earth. Trees groaned as their trunks split, rocks flew and spun through the air, and the earth gaped as your forms tore through the dirt, your momentum ripping a crater into the ground as if a meteor had struck the spot.
As this happened, he began moaning thrusting his large cock into you, unfazed by the shattering caused by your fall. As you ground to a halt, you could finally hear his low growls as he pumped himself into you, completely indifferent to the destruction unfolding around you.
You felt him twitching and spasming, and his cum leaked from your ass. Your ears perked as you heard the distant voices of approaching locals. Commoners. Disgusting. "Time to go," you whispered between sloppy, frenzied kisses, and you both disappeared from the spot just as the dust and debris began to clear.
You were now back in your manor, and he laughed softly when his lips weren't pressed against yours. He slid himself from under you as you lay on the floor of your bedroom into which you'd materialised.
His was cock pressed against your hips as he gently picked you up and brought you back to your bed. He set you down so that you were sitting up. He kneeled in front of you and slid your hard cock into his mouth, and began to tilt his head back and forth. You moaned and pulled his hair. He slowed down, teasing you and torturing you, and his tongue swirled around your cock in his mouth.
He then pulled his head back and stood up. He pushed you down against the bed and lowered himself onto you. He groaned as your dick filled him, and he back to rock back and forth feverishly. As he rode you, his swollen girth bounced over your stomach tantalisingly. You stroked it with both of your hands and he moaned loudly. Cum spurted onto your stomach and you smiled. You put your hands on his hips and he stopped for a moment as you sat up, still inside of him.
You pressed your mouth to his chest and sucked on one of his nipples while you pumped your cock into his swaying, wiggling rear. He gasped and moaned loudly, his voice deep and guttural.
Your hands cupped around his ass and you pumped harder into him, his moaning growing more dramatic with each thrust. His cock twitched against you and you felt it continue to leak onto you. His breathing, only really for display now, grew ragged and laboured as you felt his insides contract around your dick. He swayed faster and faster, and you let loose an anguished cry as your cock gushed cum into him.
Your arms wrapped around his back and his hands found their way to your hips. You held him as together you shook violently and spasmed. He lifted himself off your cock with a sloshing noise, and his fluids along with yours gushed out of his rear.
He pushed you over and held himself above you, his hands at either side of your head. He twirled a finger through your scarlet hair, and leaned down to kiss you. Your arms draped over his shoulders and you kissed him back with such fervor and longing as if upon letting go you'd wake up from a dream. His forehead and nose pressed against yours and he withdrew his lips to whisper to you. "Can I...stay?" He asked.
You laughed and kissed him lightly. "Please," you begged. He lowered himself so that now he laid directly on top of you, grabbed you, and rolled over. You let your head rest against his chest as his hand gently ran through your hair.
You'd fix the window easily with magic later, but for now you watched the golden sun set over Quel'thalas, pressed up against him. You were so glad this wasn't a dream.
