3 comments/ 9741 views/ 2 favorites The Banshee By: TamLin01 The Banshee Queen An unexpected night with The Banshee Queen. This is only a fan fiction. All characters belong to Blizzard. ***** I opened my eyes to complete darkness... where was I? My heart was beating fast. I pushed myself up of the floor and sat upright, when suddenly and sharp pain struck my head. I held my head for a bit as the pain dissipated slowly." What was that about?" I thought. I picked myself off the floor and looked around, as my eyes slowly accommodated to the darkness I found lanterns on the far side of the end of the corridor leading away into complete darkness. I couldn't remember anything, just that I'd gotten crazy drunk and I'd ended up here. I checked myself for my bearings first just in case I'd been nabbed but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Looking at the only way out through the corridor I thought "I might as well find a way out". As I walked through the corridor I found many different and unique weapons and armors held up. These walls seemed dreary and green and I didn't know what to make of it. Where the hell was I? The corridor ended at a large doorway. As I walked through I saw a line of intricate windows, a huge arch and a carpet dark as raven black leading up to a throne. I stopped, shocked and stared with my mouth wide open. There right in front of me, sat Sylvanas Windrunner the famed banshee queen from the popular game World of Warcraft! I couldn't believe my eyes. Entranced I took a step forward to which sylvanas who was deep in thought looked up with eyes red as crimson. I froze, if this was a dream I didn't want it to end! It was far too good and sweet a dream to stop now. She stood and walked toward me making as little noise as possible, her hips shaking with every step. As she got closer I couldn't stop myself from noticing her skin, lifeless, dead, but yet so beautiful. She stood before me and asked "why is a human in my throne room? And what manner of attire is that anyway?" I looked down at myself and realized I was still wearing my clothes from my time or world, whatever. When I was about to look back up I noticed my huge erection that was bulging out from my shorts like an arrow, pointing straight at Sylvanas. I felt slightly embarrassed and wanted to cover it up as I slowly realized that she might find offence to that and have me killed immediately! As I slowly looked up at her our eyes met and she seemed to have noticed it as well... "Shit! This is bad" I thought to myself. I tried to speak, to say something, anything! But not a word came out my pitiful mouth. "Human!" she seemed to shriek after what seemed an eternity. "Follow me". I cringed at what she'd do to me. What my fate was to be, but I followed her. She led me through the back of her throne room into a chamber large and more heavily lit. expensive curtains adorned the walls, intricate carpets, a bow and a quiver of arrows, Slyvanas's I presumed and lastly a large and comfy looking bed to which I wondered to the fact of her ever using it to sleep. Did the Undead ever sleep? She turned around and looked me down again. Her eyes stopped at my crotch for a moment and then stared right back into my eyes. "What is your name human?" she asked. "Samuel" I replied adding "my Queen" at the end just for the sake of it. She seated herself on her luxurious king sized bed and proceeded to ask "my Queen?" with a smirk. "A human calling the queen of the undead, the enemy of the alliance, queen?" she stared at me with those beautiful lifeless eyes as if to find some sort of trickery. Without a second thought I said "no! To me you are my queen! I would give my life away for one such as yourself, my lady." Her face showed no sign of accepting, either that or she was mulling over what to do with me, to which at this point, I didn't really care. After it felt like an eternity she stood and started to undress. I absolutely lost it... my hard on was raging, the room was invitingly sweet and my favorite character from WoW was undressing right in front of me! I took one step, then another and got to her as she finally removed her black pants that she wore. Without thinking even for a second, I kissed her neck to which she shivered. Shivered! To my kissing her! I slowly moved down laying slow but wet kisses all the way down her spine. Suddenly strength surged through my arms and I grabbed her ass and squeezed it this way and that! She abruptly turned around. As I let go, I looked up at her and feared that I had angered her in some way. There seemed to be no change in the expression of her face, she just seemed to be thinking again. Hands curled up in my hair as my face was pulled into her sweet cunt. I was shocked at first but I began to lick at her clit and cunt, to which she began to moan. I then showed my finger right through and finger fucked her as I simultaneously licked her sweet and erect clit! She let go of my hair and held on to my shoulders for support. Her pussy got more and more wet as I added 2 more fingers to the party. I couldn't believe how tight she was! I had to literally squeeze my 3rd finger into her as there was no room. She moaned one last time before she fell back onto her bed, her orgasm running through her in waves. She seemed content and done but I still had a raging hard on and immediately got on to the bed as well. Placing my dick right outside her dark and luscious lips I showed it right in! I proceeded to fuck sylvanas in the mouth faster and faster. I looked down as I wondered how she'd look with my cock in her mouth. Her red eyes looked back at me with the same dead look to which I came immediately! I showed my dick into her one last time hoping she'd swallow it all. I fell to the bed beside her, praying to whatever gods were out there. I turned to her, hoping she'd swallow even a little. But not a drop off my cum seemed to have been wasted as she gulped down the whole load down her throat. My dick stood at attention all over again. I reached over and grabbed my beautiful queen. Who knows how long it had been since she had a good screw? I thought to myself, and proceeded to shove my whole 9 inches into her tight cunt. She reared back to which I stopped to see if she was alright. I slowly pulled out and showed it right back in! she moaned which filled me with more strength and vigor. I started fucking her as fast as my hips could go. The bed shook with each thrust followed by Sylvanas's sweet moans. I reached down with my mouth grabbed her right nipple between my teeth and bit into it as hard as I could. She shivered and pushed her back up so I could do the same to her other side. Seeming to feel like I was almost there I pulled out to which Sylvanas pouted the cutest pout I have ever seen any woman make! I rolled her onto her front and shoved my cock back into her wet cunt and started to fuck her doggy style, I grabbed her blonde curls back and pulled, as I rammed my cock ever deeper into her sweet wet cunt. Her insides got more and more wet. She was going to come and so was I. I smacked her ass with one hand while the other held her hair. I let out a roar and squirted all my jizz into her wet pussy. She screamed out in absolute ecstasy from her orgasm as well, writhing with both pain and pleasure. We lay there, two creatures in heat exhausted and tired. I wanted to keep going, to keep fucking this beautiful being lying beside me. But my eyes started to close and I fell into a deep sleep right there with my dick still in Sylvanas Windrunner's cum filled pussy. To be continued. The Banshee "Didn't you?" "No!" "Idiot." He undressed in the corner and, still feeling foolish, turned back to her. She smiled. The old cottage was much colder now, but Abigael made an extra blanket of her cloak and invited him under it. The nestled in together. Adrian was unused to feel of naked skin. It was soft but slippery and somehow both warm and cool at the same time. He wasn't sure where to put his hands. "Aren't you going to kiss me again?" "I guess I should..." "You'd better do more than guess. Here, like this." And she kissed him, and her mouth was warm, and it went on for a long time, and as he eased into it he felt better. The wind was whipping up outside again and the old cottage shook and leaned, but Adrian and Abigael held onto each other tight, and by the little light left in her lantern the old place took on quite a cozy appearance. Adrian dotted little kisses onto Abigael's lips and sometimes strayed lower. They twined around each other and his hands finally found the place where they should come to rest. The old bed had grown very warm indeed. "You know what to do, right?" "Of course I do." "Well you've never done it before..." "How do you know?" "A woman can tell. Here, I'll help." "What says you know so much?" "My mother explained it all to me. She said, 'You'll have to find out someday, God knows, and the sooner you're resigned to it the better.'" Abigael frowned. "What do you think she meant by that?" Adrian suspected he knew, but also that Abigael was much better off not. Her hands were busy beneath the makeshift blankets, and Adrian jerked when her fingers came to rest down below, but he didn't pull back. He did know what to do, of course. ...mostly. The fine mechanics of it, particularly as pertained to her anatomy, were something of a blur. His spine tensed up when they came close together, and then he felt...well, there wasn't quite a word for what he felt then, or for the sound that Abigael made then. It was a very small sound for how long her mouth stayed open. But Adrian had sense enough to know that it was good. The next part came easily. Or, better to say, naturally. The old bed had held them both so far but he began to fear they might be taxing it a bit too hard and he considered easing up a little, since if it broke they'd hardly have an easy time finding a replacement, but certain inclinations tabled that idea. If anything, they shortly embarked on what seemed to be a race to push the old thing beyond its capacity. The Widow Hutchinson, of course, was a widow only by virtue of having been married three days before her husband (a much older man) took his leave of her and the world, and popular rumor held that he'd married her due to being weary of life and desiring a last inclination to push him off the dock into the next world, so odds were this was the most exertion it had ever had to bear. Adrian pushed the hair back out of his eyes (it was lank with sweat now, as was hers, though he thought hers still very pretty anyway). The lantern was on the floor, so he wished he could see her better, but something (besides the pale white coolness of her naked skin) stood out even in the gloom. "Your eyes," he said. "What about them?" "They're blue." "Don't tell me you're just noticing now?" "I always noticed. But tonight they look different. I wonder if—" A noise came from outside. They both turned at once. They heard a thump and a crunch and the sound of footsteps. "What was that?" Abigael said. "Probably a fox. " Another thump. "A big fox," Adrian added. "Huge. Biggest of all time." There was a light in the window. Abigael held onto him tighter. Adrian sat up. Was it the ghost lights on the children's graves? Whatever it was, it was getting closer. He found his trousers and his boots, putting them on again in spite of Abigael's objections. "Don't go out there," she said. "I have to." "Why?" "So that it doesn't come in here. Just wait a second." He peeped through the dirty window. The light was faint and silvery, and as it came closer he saw the outline of a figure within it. His heart sank when he realized it was the shape of a woman. "Adrian?" "Stay here." "Adrian, don't!" But Adrian was already at the cabin door. Whatever was out there he'd face it like a Burns. Which was to say: courageously, and for less than a minute. He opened the door. The night air tickled him. The glowing woman was only a few feet away, and he could see the hem of her cloak flapping and the wisps of her hair floating out from beneath the riding hood. He shielded his eyes and, doing his best to keep the tremble out of his voice, he said, "What do you want?" "Adrian," the woman said. Adrian swallowed. "Yes," he said. And then, louder, "Yes, I'm Adrian Burns. You hear that? I'm Adrian Burns, so if I'm the one you're after then you've found me." "Adrian?" "I already told you, I'm—" "Adrian, it's me." The woman put her lantern down and took her hood off and once the glare was out of his eyes Adrian saw her properly. "Abigael?" He blinked, confused. "I was so worried when you didn't come to the party," she said, running up to the door. "I snuck out to come find you. Adrian, what are you doing out here? Where are all of your clothes?" "Abigael...if you're here..." He felt a draft on his back. A cold, cold hand touched his bare shoulder. All his hair stood up. "Adrian?" said Abigael, trying to look over his shoulder. "Who's in there with you?" "Stay back," Adrian said. "Just...don't come any closer." "Adrian..." said a voice in his ear. "You promised. You held me in your arms and you promised we'd be together forever. It doesn't matter if you thought I was someone else, does it?" Adrian swallowed. He wanted very much to scream, but he couldn't. Instead he said, "Run away, Abigael. Run as fast as you can. Now!" And then he turned around. She was pale, and blue about the lips, her eyes red from night after night of weeping and wailing. Her silvery-white hair blew all around her, and even wrapped around him, dragging him into her icy embrace. "Mine," said the banshee. "Forever." Adrian opened his mouth to scream... But they were both gone before he could, leaving behind only the petals of the white flowers, dancing in the October breeze. *** At least, that's how the old-timers tell it. Another story, less popular, less widely heeded, says that Adrian Burns slipped on some wet grass and cracked his head against a tombstone that night, a stone that turned out to belong to his immediate forebear, one of the first settlers in the region. Yes, that's one version of the story, but it's not the version that the old-timers tell, nor the version that's most often repeated on dark October nights when the mountain folk lay a broomstick across their threshold and huddle around the fire. There are certain things that the so-called reasonable explanation doesn't account for, most prominently the stories of Old Mother Williams (so she was called by everyone in town ,though she was no one's actual mother, for Abigael Williams never married) about the night she went out looking for Adrian Burns, and how what she saw in the widow's cottage has loitered about her worst dreams ever since. Nor did it account for the disappearance of the banshee, for no one had heard her chilling cry since Adrian had gone. There was, however, a new apparition that took her place, one sighted increasingly often as the town grew and the old mountain trail became a true road and newcomers built their houses there. It was the ghost of a young man with a blue scarf who wanders through the woods. Sometimes he will stop at the boundary of a yard or fence and call out, asking people to open their doors and help him, but none have dared, not even Old Mother Williams, who sees and hears him more often than anyone. Now and then people will wake to find a bouquet of bleeding white flowers on their doorstep the next morning, wilting but still fresh. They dispose of the blossoms somewhere far away from their property, and shiver as they do, and say a thankful prayer for their blessings. And the good fortune of their families.