0 comments/ 17827 views/ 7 favorites Elven Fire By: DDWArd A World of Warcraft Erotica Disclaimer: World of Warcraft and all related material are copyrights of Blizzard Entertainment. The story is a work of fiction and is intended for entertainment purposes only. * The full moon rose high and fat in the beautiful night sky as Marithaniel walked quickly from the smaller chambers from the Temple of Elune deep in the heart of Darnassus. Unlike other Night Elves, Marithaniel was one of the High Born, a caste of Night Elves that long ago were deceived by the Burning Legion and unwittingly caused a great invasion and war that led to their own expulsion from Night Elf society proper. Since the Cataclysm, The High Born had returned to their homeland long ago denied them and, if not grudgingly, been accepted back into the fold (although it was still under distrust and a watchful eye). Like most of the High Born, Marithaniel studied the formerly forbidden and largely forgotten arts of the Arcane. Arcane magic was seen as almost something unnatural by the Night Elves who, as a whole, studied more Druidic magic to be as one with Nature. By debate, the High Elves argued that Arcane as well as Shamanic and Druidic magic were all facets of Nature; however, the majority of Night Elven society was still waiting for that argument to be shown true. Marithaniel was still young by Elven standards barely reaching her first century and a half. She only knew what she felt when she cast magic spells: wonderful and exhilarating power. The other races of the Alliance studied the arcane arts and few had even mastered the more advanced capabilities the High Born had perfected. Humans and the Worgen were ambitious and eager to learn, but they did not have the long lives of Elves to explore deeper than they could, Gnomes were mere dabblers only seeking thrilling new prospects than seriously studying, and Dwarves had just put aside their prejudices of magic to start small schools for those with the open mindedness and patience to learn the basic incantations. Even though she was High Born, Marithaniel was still a Night Elf and was at one with nature even if she studied and practiced a different form of magic. Her dark blue and green robes swirled around her as she padded barefoot down the cobblestone trails that snaked throughout the city. The wind blew a calming breeze this particular evening and it felt good on her pale moon-white skin. Her long hair was the color of violets in the spring time and cascaded over her shoulders like a purple cloak down her back reaching to the upper most point of her bottom. Like other Night Elves, she was tall and toned in a feral but feminine way that marked the unique grace and beauty of the females of her race. Two pointed curving lines like thin fangs decorated her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She had been chosen to wear the tribal markings of the Serpent that, in the Night Elf tradition, symbolized that she was wise. Marithaniel did not know if she measured up to the teachings of the Great Serpent Spirit, but she was determined to try. Once she quietly reached outside the inner walls, Marithaniel looked around to see if the Sentinels were patrolling nearby. No footsteps were heard and no shadows seen close by. The coast was clear. Marithaniel pulled the hood of her cloak over her head and quickly sprinted to the small moonwell that lay just outside the inner walls of Darnassus. Once she knelt beside the cool still waters, she produced a small green crystal from the folds of her robes. She smiled as she placed it in the waters and it glowed. The green glow pulsed for a few heartbeats before enveloping her in its pale illumination and, with a momentary feeling of vertigo, Marithaniel felt herself travel in a swirl of green light over time and space. As she regained her bearings, The Night Elf opened her eyes to a small thicket deep beyond a stream. Large white oaks with slightly twisted branches reached towards the night sky under the same full moon that shone over Darnassus. The colorful leaves of yellows and reds clung stubbornly to the long white tree tops and a blanket of them covered the hills and grassy forest floor. Marithaniel took a deep breath and smelled the wonderful autumn air of the forest. She stood tall and lifted her face to the sky feeling the grass under her feet and the wind blowing her robes and hair. The sounds of movement alerted her loud and clear to her sensitive Elven ears and Marithaniel turned to the shadow of a large tree. The beginnings of a powerful fire spell sprang to her mind, but faded as she saw a figure in a red cloak step into the moonlight. The figure stopped and regarded Marithaniel before reaching up and drawing back her hood. Delicate hands pulled back the hood to reveal two long pointed ears piercing the sides of a mane of fire-red hair. Long pointed eyebrows extended out the sides of a heart shaped face the color of fresh cream and crowned twin almond shaped luminous eyes that glowed with a bright green. The Blood Elves were once High Elves who lost the source of their power with the invasion of the Scourge. Since then, they had been aided by the Forsaken and joined the Horde. The two elves stood motionless staring for a few heartbeats not more than a few footsteps apart. "Tylene," Marithaniel sighed. The Elves embraced one another tightly stroking the other's hair and laughing with giggles of recognition and relief. They stood back from their embrace and looked into each other's eyes. Marithaniel ran her fingers through Tylene's flame tresses, teasing one of her long ears as the Blood Elf sighed and traced the line of her pouting pale lips. The Blood Elf then wrapped her arms around the taller Night Elf and rose up on tip toe, brushing her breasts against Marithaniel's and taking her fully in a passionate kiss that had them both moaning. "You worried me," Tylene whispered breathing in the Night Elf's scent. "I thought you weren't coming." Marithaniel kissed Tylene passionately leaving both of them breathless and sinking to their knees in the grass. "I will never keep you waiting if I can help it, my dear love," Marithaniel replied. "That long winded old fart, Sylianaas kept going on and on about astral physics this and time continuums that." Tylene giggled and caressed Marithaniel's face. "I wish all we had to worry about was Sylianaas," Tylene whispered sadly. "If my people ever found out about us, I would be seen as a traitor and no telling how my death would be." "The Horde sounds much like the Alliance," Marithaniel replied equally sad. "My people already distrust the High Born. If it were known that I consorted with a Blood Elf, the consequences would be dire indeed." Tylene kissed Marithaniel deeply holding her closer still. Her breath was hot and full of desire on the Night Elf's lips. "We do much more than just 'consort' my Night Elf Beauty," Tylene said huskily. Marithaniel parted Tylene's lips with her tongue, gliding it to taste the Blood Elf's sweet kisses and taking her breath away in a sigh of passion. "Well then," The Night Elf said teasingly, "let us do more than consort." Marithaniel moved her hands over Tylene's shoulders loosening the folds of her red and blue robes all while kissing her lips hungrily. Tylene arched her back to the touch of her Night Elf lover and leaned back into the grass. Fabric parted over smooth, creamy shoulders as Marithaniel kissed Tylene's cheek. The Night Elf's lips trailed to Tylene's ear and the Blood Elf gasped as Marithanel nuzzled and licked a long loving trail along the delicate folds of her long pointed ears. Gentle hands and adept fingers moved over the sensitive flesh of her collar and shoulders sending shivers of desire up Tylene's spine. "Oh, Mari," Tylene gasped referring to the Night Elf by her favorite term of endearment. The Blood Elf tilted her head back and gave her lover full access to her graceful throat. Marithaniel nibbled and kissed down the smooth flesh of Tylene's neck to dive slowly into the ample cleavage of her perfectly curved breasts that slowly peeked from the fabric parted at the Night Elf's exploring hands. Tylene moaned aloud as Marithaniel cupped her breasts and flicked her tongue over the pebbled buds. The Blood Elf rocked her hips against Marithaniel begging with quiet sobs for release. The Night Elf enveloped Tylene's nipple in her mouth sending her to new heights of pleasure. Heat rose inside Tylene causing sweat to bead on her brow and body. The Blood Elf gasped for breath feeling the heat build inside and fumbled with trembling hands to remove her bothersome robes. Marithaniel lifted her lips from Tylene's breasts to look her in the eyes as she took hold of her own robes and opened them. Tylene looked upon her now undressed Night Elf lover with unveiled longing. Silken fabric lay discarded from silken flesh caressed by the hungry eyes of the two Elves. Slowly, hands reached and touched curves and smooth muscles where their eyes had started. Their lips met softly sending currents of lust coursing through their very cores making them sweat and gasp as their hands stroked and explored. Tylene reached a tentative hand between Marithaniel's soft trembling thighs until she touched the wet hot folds of the Night Elf's nether region. Marithaniel simply melted into Tylene's palm. Her glowing white eyes flew open as well as her mouth wide with delightful shock as two slim fingers penetrated. The Night Elf whimpered in surrender to the Blood Elf's firm touch and Marithaniel's eyes closed tight and her body quivered as if teetering on the tantalizing balance of her lover's fingers. "The only magic I ever truly cared to learn," Marithaniel gasped, "is the magic you conjure with those fingers!" Tylene raised a teasing eyebrow as she tenderly kissed Marithaniel. "Only my fingers?" she asked in a taunting whisper. With that, Tylene took hold of Marithaniel's shoulders and gently pushed the Night Elf to her back on the soft grass. Parting her legs, the Blood Elf traced a path with her hot tongue along the valley between Marithaniel's breasts and down the lines of her taut tummy sending shivers of unbridled desire racing through her from head to toe. Marthaniel ran her long fingers through tresses of Tylene's long red mane holding her breath in anticipation. Tylene loosed a throaty, naughty laugh as she halted face to face with Marithaniel's weeping sex before blowing softly over the button that peeked from under its hood. Marithaniel gasped loudly and arched her back. Her nether lips parted pleading for more. "Oh, Ty," Marithaniel whined her lover's nickname, "You wicked Elf! Please ... don't make me beg ... you can't torture me like..." The Night Elf's words were interrupted into a moan of surrender as Tylene's warm wet tongue slid between her wet folds sending jolts of lust from quim to her mind that exploded with white shockwaves of ecstasy. Determined not to let her down from the waves of pleasure, Tylene mercilessly kissed, licked, and suckled Marithaniel's soaked pussy. The more her tongue lashed, the stronger the jolts to Marithaniel's body became until, finally, the Night Elf cried out and stiffened arching her back and thrashing her hips to the Blood Elf's practiced tongue. Tylene held Marithaniel's hips tight, burying her face into her pulsing sex as wave after wave crashed through the shuddering Night Elf's body. "Oh, Ty!" Marithaniel cried out, riding her lover's tongue and lips with abandon," OH ... OH ... ELUNE'S LIGHT! TYYYYYYYYYY!!" When her orgasm relaxed, Marithaniel gasped for breath and rose up quickly taking control. Tylene squealed in delight as her lover practically tackled her to the ground, devouring her with kisses and nips as hands traveled every inch of her lithe body under the soft, velvety touch of Marithaniel's body on hers. "MMmmm," Tylene purred, "I love making you cum." "I love when you make me cum," Marithaniel replied between kisses. "It's only fair that I return the favor, my red headed vixen!" Tylene purred as Marithaniel kissed and nibbled the sensitive skin of her throat down further and further leaving liquid fire in the wake of her lips as they slowly made their way to breasts being kneaded by the Night Elf's strong but soft hands. Her fingers rubbed and teased Tylene's nipples to hardened points that made the Blood Elf groan in sweet agony. Tylene knew this was her penance for teasing Marithaniel earlier and accepted her exquisite punishment with growing lust. She giggled delightfully as Marithaniel tickled her tummy licking long trails down to her thighs. Her body quivered and twitched as the Night Elf mixed tickling with tantalizing to a glorious and sensual effect. "Now who is the wicked one?" Tylene asked saucily giggling. The laughter transformed into a low growl of pleasure as Marithaniel opened the Blood Elf's wet nether lips gathering the moisture present with the pointed tip of her tongue. Tylene arched her hips up to Marithaniel's enveloping lips and squirmed like a worm caught on the end of a deliciously wicked hook. Her fingers dug into the Night Elf's thick purple hair as her body moved with her wonderful tongue. Marithaniel cupped Tylene's firm bottom to pull the Elf closer to her warm waiting mouth. She coaxed Tylene's clit from hiding in its pretty pink hood until the little button was fully exposed. Giggling, Marithaniel took Tylene's love button between her soft lips and hummed. Tylene cried out as the orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning. Marithaniel had a hard time keeping the Blood Elf held tight in her lips as she thrashed and wailed overcome with the sensation. Marithaniel didn't wait for her orgasm to subside as she quickly climbed up to Tylene's side and held her close, kissing her deeply as the Blood Elf gasped and trembled. The Elves moaned each other's names as lips met and tongues entwined. Hands and fingers dove between legs as the females rubbed and entered each other's soaked quims. They arched their bodies in rhythm with their penetrating fingers. G spots were found and explored, pussies wept and quivered, and the two Elves became a writhing mass of desire, sweat, and sex until they exploded with each other riding on the heels of one orgasm after another leaving them wet, sweating, and gasping for air in each other's arms. As they lay on the grass, the distant sounds of voices were heard. Tylene gasped in alarm. "What is it?' Marithaniel asked gathering her robes. "Orcs," Tylene said with wide eyed fear. "A Horde patrol is coming near! You'd better go!" Before Marithaniel could protest, Tylene kissed her deeply. Their eyes locked as the voices sounded closer. Tylene's green eyes shone with unshed tears as her hand touched Marithaniel's face. The Night Elf could feel the vertigo and Tylene's sad but beautiful face started to fade from her view. "Until next time, my Love," Tylene whispered. Marithaniel started to reply but found herself on the edge of the moonwell outside of Darnassus alone. She sighed and bowed her head looking at her reflection in the water. Something fell loose from her disheveled purple hair and landed on the surface of the water, making ripples. Marithaniel cupped her hand and fished it from the moonwell. It was a large orange leaf that had been stuck to her hair: the only evidence that she had been to Eversong Woods. Tears fell freely from her eyes as she kissed the leaf and held it over her heart. "Until next time, my beautiful Blood Elf," she sighed. Elven Fire Ch. 02 Prelude: How They Met Disclaimer: World of Warcraft and all related materials are copyright of Blizzard Entertainment. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. The air was rent with the sounds of war cries and battle. Ashenvale had been the seat of many skirmishes since the new Warchief had ordered the expansion of the Warsong Lumbermills. The Silverwing Sentinels and the Alliance had sent many reinforcements to be on guard night and day. Although she was young, Marithaniel was an accomplished mage. She was one of the recently returned High Born. Like the others of her caste, she was mistrusted and treated with some prejudice. Maithaniel looked past these grievances when she was in Ashenvale. Thus, it was only with mild annoyance that she frowned as the commanding lieutenant told her to stay out of the action. "You'll only get yourself hurt," the lieutenant shouted. With that, she spun to the side of her Sisters to fight back the marauding Orcs. Fool, I am top of my class with Fire Magic, Marithaniel thought as she ignored the commander's words and exited the tent. She was greeted by shouts and screams both Orc and Night Elf. Battles raged as arrows flew and axes cleaved. Marithaniel ducked as a wicked arrow blasted near her head. With fury that matched her magic, she launched a Fire Blast into the nearby face of the Orc archer. As the beastial Orc screeched and clutched its face, Marithaniel moved her hands in intricate patterns and whispered the ancient words that called the element of fire to her hands. As the heat built up in her palms, she waited until it was almost to the burning point before hurling the conjured ball at the Orc. The creature's screams cut off as he was blasted off his feet with a shower of sparks. The body smoldered under the heat of the spell and Marithaniel smiled. "Marithaniel!" The smile was short-lived as the lieutenant yelled angrily at the young mage. "I said stay inside!" The lieutenant screamed. Blood streaked her otherwise white hair and painted crimson down the side of her face. Marithaniel wasn't sure if the blood belonged to the Night Elf or someone else. She had no time to consider this unanswered question as a huge Orc warrior raised his axe to attack the lieutenant. With her attention directed at yelling at Marithaniel, the lieutenant would be cut down. Marithaniel reacted and threw her anger and fear into a mighty fireball that made her purple hair stand on end. As the missile cruised quickly out of the mage's outstretched hands, the lieutenant's eyes widened and she ducked out of the way just in time to see that the deadly spell was not intended for her, but the Orc she was distracted from. When the Orc exploded in a fiery burst and died, the lieutenant scowled at Marithaniel. "You're welcome," Marithaniel called to her as sarcastically as she could muster. Not waiting to hear more from the already angry lieutenant, Marithaniel ran off to fight more Orcs. Fire flashed in the night as she, with the Sentinels, sent the Orcs retreating. As she watched the wretches run back to the trees, something odd caught her eye. Lying on the grass was a still form, much smaller than an Orc and dressed in what looked like robes. Marithaniel ran over to the fallen figure hoping to save one of her Sisters. Kneeling at the female's side (for indeed it was a female), Marithaniel saw that it was not a Night Elf. She turned the female over and a small groan escaped her lips. Marithaniel gasped. The Elf (and it was also indeed an Elf) was not purple but a creamy brown almost chestnut color with hair as bright and red as flame. Like Marithaniel, this Elf had the telltale long, pointed ears of all Elven kind and soft almost fragile features. Marithaniel was entranced at the beautiful Elf. As she leaned in closer to examine the strange Elf, her thoughts were once again interrupted as the lieutenant yelled her name. Angrily, Marithaniel whirled to glare at the lieutenant. "What is it now?" She yelled back in frustration at being treated like a wayward child. "I told you to stay inside!" the lieutenant growled and pointed an accusing finger in Marithaniel's way. "You could have set the forest ablaze with your foul magic!" "My 'foul magic' saved your purple skin!" Marithaniel yelled back in defiance and turned once again to the fallen Elf before she was grabbed roughly by the collar. "What are you doing?" Marithaniel demanded, her fury heating up faster than any of her spells. "This Elf is hurt!" The lieutenant looked at the female on the ground and huffed scornfully. "That's a Blood Elf you idiot!" she spat. "Their treacherous kind joined the abominations known as the Forsaken and threw in their allegiances with the Horde!" Marithaniel was stunned. Elves were in the Horde? "But she's hurt," Marithaniel said hopeless. No way could such a beautiful female be with the Horde. "She'll die." "Let the traitor die," the lieutenant growled through clenched teeth. She pulled Marithaniel along by the hem of her robe fully intending on dragging her back to camp. Marithaniel could only look at the Blood Elf lying on the ground as she was manhandled back to the Night Elf camp. Banished to her tent and thoroughly guarded by the lieutenant just outside the door, Marithaniel sat on her cot and brooded. She could not get the Blood Elf out of her mind. Why couldn't she? The lieutenant said that Blood Elves were in the Horde. This was so foreign to Marithaniel that she couldn't wrap her mind around such a concept. That and the Blood Elf was so beautiful. She had never seen such skin color or even hair color on another Elf. It was like fire on a falling star. Marithaniel shook her head and glared at the lieutenant's back through the door. She was about to do something very foolish and, with the Blood Elf in mind, she didn't care. A thought formed in her mind and her fingers waved in the direction of the distracted lieutenant. The lieutenant suddenly stiffened as if sensing something and then slumped to the ground. The Sleep spell was quick and efficient. Peering out of the tent, Marithaniel rummaged through the small pockets lining the lieutenant's belt until she found a small flask filled with a red liquid. Marithaniel smiled as she dropped the health potion into a pocket and patted the lieutenant in silent thanks. When she was sure the camp was unaware and the lieutenant was deep in sleep, she looked towards the direction she last saw the Blood Elf and willed herself through time and space. The Blink spell sent her well out of the way from the camp and she ran as fast as she could. She hiked up her robes as she made her way quickly through the trees.It wasn't long before she spied the still form of the Blood Elf that haunted her mind. Marithaniel prayed to Elune that she wasn't too late. She was lying in the same position that Marithaniel had left her. The Night Elf kneeled beside the Blood Elf and cradled her head in her lap. She was so soft and delicate. Marithaniel placed her head on the Blood Elf's chest and listened for a heartbeat. A faint series of thumps could be heard. By Elune, Marithaniel thought, she was so soft and smooth. She touched the Elf's face and her lips parted involuntarily. She was so beautiful. Uncorking the flask with her teeth, Marithaniel carefully poured the red contents into the Blood Elf's open mouth and stroked her throat gently to make her swallow. She waited. After a few moments, the Blood Elf moaned and her eyes fluttered open. Marithaniel gasped. They were green. Glowing with a strange light of their own, the Blood Elf had the most intriguing and gorgeous eyes the Night Elf had ever seen. She sat cradling the Blood Elf and looking into her wonderful green eyes in awe and time seemed to stop. The glowing green eyes focused on the Night Elf and suddenly widened. The Blood Elf bolted up from the Night Elf's lap and started to scream until Marithaniel clamped her hand over the Blood Elf's open mouth and pulled her close to her. "SHHH!" she hissed into the Blood Elf's ear. "Quiet you foolish girl or they might hear you!" The Blood Elf clutched the Night Elf's arm but did not make another sound. Her chest pounded and her breath came in gasps of surprise and fear. Marithaniel tried to hold her breath as she listened for any sign that her rescue had been discovered. Nothing was heard but the crickets and the hushed gasps of the Blood Elf. When she was sure that they weren't heard, Marithaniel whispered once again into the Blood Elf's ear. "I'm going to let go of your mouth," she whispered in a voice that set the Blood Elf's heart racing with a different feeling. It was so husky and sensual and the Blood Elf suppressed a moan as the Night Elf's breath caressed her sensitive ear. "When I do, don't scream. We are not too far from the camp and if the Sentinels hear us, we'll both be in trouble. Understand?" The Blood Elf nodded and sighed. She could feel Marithaniel's heart racing. An assault of emotions whirled through her head: The feel of Marithaniel's heart, the warmth of her body, the soft crush of her hand on her lips ... it was all a cacophony of sensations both wonderful and strange to the Blood Elf. Marithaniel was in an equal state of surprise and wonder. The Blood Elf was slightly trembling in fear ... or was it desire? Her lips were moist and firm under Marithaniel's palm and her breath was hot and shuddering. It was with great care and a slight pain of disappointment that Marithaniel took her hand away. The Blood Elf turned and stared at Marithaniel with a strange look that the Night Elf could not interpret. She did not move away but sat demurely only a hand span away. The two regarded each other with equal curiosity staring into each other's eyes and searching each other's faces. Marithaniel glanced at the Blood Elf's lips. They were full and moist and the Night Elf felt a tingle in her palm as she toyed with the memory of touching them. The Blood Elf licked her lips with a slight pass of her smooth pink tongue and Marithaniel caught herself gasping at the quick and sensual motion. Her eyes flew upwards almost embarrassed as she met the Blood Elf's glowing green ones and realized that she was staring just as intently on her face. "Why did you save me?" the Blood Elf asked in a hushed whisper. Her accent was clipped and almost exotic as if she were not used to speaking Common. Marithaniel was not only surprised that she knew Common but she found her heart quickening at the musical sound of the Blood Elf's voice. Marithaniel swallowed trying to whet her suddenly dry throat and was pleasantly surprised that the Blood Elf's eyes lowered and focused on her lips and neck. "I saw an injured Elf," Marithaniel whispered in reply. "I had no idea there were Elves in the Horde." The Blood Elf's eye brow arched and her eyes narrowed as she looked straight into Marithaniel's. Marithaniel found herself spinning out of control willingly losing herself in the pools of green. The Blood Elf now swallowed and seemed to move closer to Marithaniel. "Yes," The Blood Elf said quietly. "My people have pledged allegiance to the Horde after the Humans foolishly abandoned us to their own selfish plans and we lost or precious Sunwell." "But the Horde is cruel ... barbaric," Marithaniel said confused. "No more than the selfish Humans who abandoned us and then tried to arrest our leader and try as us traitors," the Blood Elf replied. Her voice was underlined with anger but the looks on her face softened letting Marithaniel know the anger was not directed at her. "What is your name?" Marithaniel asked never taking her eyes from the Blood Elf's. "Tylene," the Blood Elf replied in what seemed like a resonated sigh. Her eyes darted from Marithaniel's eyes to her mouth and back again. The movement was quick and subtle, but Marithaniel realized Tylene was just as curious about her. Marithaniel repeated the Blood Elf's name whispering as if saying a prayer. Tylene's composure faltered and she involuntarily licked her lips again. She trembled with a new sensation as she looked at Marithaniel's face. So curved and soft, it was framed with long purple hair and her eyes like stars shining through the night. Tylene's eyes traced the strange tattoos running like fangs down from Marithaniel's breathtaking eyes. "Such a beautiful name," Marithaniel breathed. Tylene hesitantly reached a trembling hand to Marithaniel's cheek. The Night Elf's eyes widened and she held her breath. By Elune, she wants to touch me, Marithaniel thought. Should I allow her? Long slender fingers reached cautiously only a mere breath away from her face and paused as if asking silently for permission. Marithaniel leaned closer and met Tylene's fingers half way. The Blood Elf's fingers traced the tattoos down Marithaniel's cheek and the Night Elf suppressed a shudder. Her eyes drifted closed as Tylene's touch enticed her. "Not as beautiful as you," Tylene whispered. Marithaniel allowed a small moan to escape her lips letting Tylene cup her cheek and run her thumb over the Night Elf's full purple lips. Marithaniel gasped and Tylene hummed feeling the Night Elf breathe. Marithaniel opened her eyes slowly drinking in the look of growing desire reflected in the green glow of Tylene's eyes. Her own hand reached out and ran through the flame colored hair that draped over Tylene's slender shoulders. The Blood Elf leaned into Marithaniel's touch and hummed in pleasure. Marithaniel smiled as her fingers teased the edge of Tylene's ear. Then, without reason or inhabitation, the two Elves' gazes locked and they moved with a grace that only elves could know towards each other. They paused and touched running fingers through hair, teasing ears, and holding their breath. Then, their lips met. Slowly brushing each curve of the other's lips, they tested and tasted. Their breathing returned in a slow exhale that grew into a relieved sigh and moan as their lips pressed together overlapping and nibbling top and lower taking turns lightly sucking on the delicate folds. A tongue darted out playfully tagging the other before entwining and dancing from mouth to mouth and the Elves embraced tightly letting their hands roam over the smooth curves they knew ached for touch under the thin fabric of their robes. "I've never done this before," Tylene breathed. Marithaniel felt the Blood Elf's breath hot with desire on her lips warmed and wet with her kiss and shuddered. "Neither have I," Marithaniel admitted licking the taste of Tylene's kiss. They kissed again fiercely almost possessively as hands explored over robe-clad flesh already hot and needy. Marithaniel's fingers playfully ran over the curve of Tylene's breast and felt the nipple harden under her soft palm. Tylene groaned as Marithaniel kissed her cheek and nuzzled her neck as she arched her sensitive breasts into the Night Elf's inviting hands. "You're so soft," Marithaniel whispered between kisses. "I love the way your skin feels." Tylene stuttered. "I –I love the way you touch me," she moaned. "I never knew another female could feel this way." Breathing heavily the Elves kissed and caressed the smooth skin of cheeks, ears and lips. Their desire and passions grew stronger than their differences. The drums of war slowed to a silence as their hearts thundered out a new rhythm stronger than anything they had felt before. "This is so forbidden," Tylene said melting to the touch of the mysterious Night Elf that saved her life and freed her soul in the same magical night. "Yes," Marithaniel whispered in agreement tracing the curve of Tylene's lip with the tip of her tongue. "But it feels so right ... so... natural." Trembling fingers moved down Marithaniel's taut stomach with feather soft touches causing her muscles to twitch with trepidation and tickling. Tylene seemed to hold her breath as her traveling hands found the hot moisture between Marithaniel's thighs. They both gasped mid kiss as the Blood Elf pressed a slender finger to the erect clit she discovered. Moaning as loud as she dared, Marithaniel let her fingers travel down sensual curves until, they too, found the warm wet core Tylene held under her robes. Mimicking sensual movements they normally held in private, the Elves touched and penetrated their wanton sexes. Fingers delved into wet wanton centers as their lips met again and again devouring with kisses and touches. Movements became stronger, longer, sensual, and demanding until both kissed the other hard to keep their desperate moans of release quiet from any unwanted ears that might be listening. They sighed and panted holding each other lip to lip in a held kiss as their pussies spasmed and jolted around long slender fingers that now literally dripped with their creams. Sensitive Elven ears perked as a sound that would be silent to other ears caught their attention. As one, they bolted as swiftly as they could and dived into deeply shadowed underbrush. Marithaniel motioned for Tylene to remain silent and then used her Night Elven gifts to fade into the night. Tylene looked around shocked thinking she had been abandoned until she felt a warm, invisible hand embrace hers. She held her breath and felt Marithaniel's grip tighten as two Silverwing Sentinels appeared across the grove. They looked around briefly and listened. Nothing stirred but the wind and the gentle rustle of leaves. Satisfied, the Sentinels quickly made their way deeper into the forest back towards their patrol route. It wasn't until the Elves heard nothing but the same wind that they moved and Marithaniel faded back into view. "We need to get you out of here," Marithaniel whispered in fear. She looked at Tylene and her expression softened. Tylene's eyes rimmed with tears as Marithaniel found her own tearing up. The Blood Elf cupped her chin and kissed her softly. "I don't want to leave you," she sobbed. Marithaniel felt the bitter tears fall down her face streaking the Viper tattoo that adorned her cheeks. "I want that too," Marithaniel sobbed in reply, "but we're enemies ..." "You're no enemy of mine," Tylene whispered smiling. A look of inspiration crossed the Blood Elf's face and her smile grew brighter. Marithaniel looked confused as the Blood Elf fumbled through pockets and folds. With a small cry of triumph, she pulled out a small green gem and placed it into Maritaniel's hand. "This is a Mana Gem," she explained. "It is linked to me. Whenever we can meet, use this, and you will find me." Marithaniel smiled broadly and reached behind her neck. She unfastened a slender silver chain decorated with a crescent moon and refastened it around the Blood Elf's slender neck. Tylene touched the strange necklace and looked back at Marithaniel. The tears in their eyes were now of happiness and the Elves embraced tightly. "May Elune light your path," Marithaniel whispered. "Shorel'aran," Tylene whispered. "Until next we meet." With that, the Blood Elf whispered arcane words and waved her hands in gestures that Marithaniel recognized. In moments, Tylene vanished from view like a flame dispersing in the dark of night. The slight pain of losing sight of her caused a twinge in Marithaniel's heart. She held the green gemstone close to her feeling it pulse with Tylene's warmth and life and sighed in relief before silently making her way back to the Silverwing encampment.