2 comments/ 6173 views/ 15 favorites The Seer of Silvermoon By: Sylvanas The hunger shook Aella Skysinger so violently that she began to shiver as she rubbed her eyes, awakening to the first dawn. The sensation palpitating in her chest was growing by the day and she worried she could no longer bear it. She arose from her warm bed, pulling her robes tighter across her chest as if that would stop the burning inside of her. Clutching her garb tighter, she peered out of the window; the light was touching the edges of the great elven city of Silvermoon. And yet, in all of its beauty, the light shifted and clung to the edges of the capital, casting eerie shadows upon the white stone and rising towers. Aella writhed uncomfortably, turning from the sight as the feeling continued to flutter inside of her. This lust for the arcane, for pure magic, for power, would not soon cease. She only feared it may soon consume her. Sighing, she began to get prepared for the day ahead despite her uncomfortable circumstance. Lessons and training rarely stopped for an acolyte mage, especially one of her caliber. Though she was the most powerful of the young blood elves in her elite division, her instructor, Voren'thal, refused to give her any praise or recognition. He chided her constantly, citing her destructive methods and her uncontrolled style of magic-wielding. "It will destroy you if you do not channel it properly," he told her once. "The arcane is as dangerous as it is powerful. You would not be the first to be consumed by your own raw power." But Aella loved the feeling of being limitless. She loved the feeling of emitting spells from her fingertips, gently guiding them as they slithered from inside of her, rushing through her core and manifesting into beams of light and power. She knew it was dangerous but that seemed to only excite her further, spurning her on to make rash choices and cast even more dangerous spells. The feeling was intoxicating to her, intimate and wonderful. She craved it. And yet, in the basements of the academies of Silvermoon, Aella found herself listening to the rambles of an elf who was eons old, warning her and her fellow acolytes of the dangers of the shifting planes of existence and the importance of concentration and control. It was all very tedious and many of the students found themselves daydreaming, Aella including. It was only until Instructor Voren'thal used the phrase "instantaneous teleportation" did Aella's pointed ears perk up. After a long discussion of the safety and methods of their practice, the acolytes were allowed to begin to practice their teleportation in small ranges. The room was large but that did not stop some acolytes from colliding with one another mid-blink. Some found themselves hovering instead of leaping, crashing down to the ground with grunts and groans. And yet others could barely manage to disappear and reappear in only the same spot. Aella, however, was blinking all over the room, making a small lap and grinning as the rush of magic washed over her each time she did it. It was natural to her, like floating in a pool of water. The lesson continued for some time and the acolytes were hollering and chatting, begrudgingly or enthusiastically practicing their new found power. The noise of the room did not register to Aella as she continued to show of her proficiency as the students looked on in admiration or jealousy. "It's quite easy," she admitted in a cheerful tone. "Watch!" She blinked around further while giggling to herself, high on her new abilities. She stopped only when the room fell silent and she heard his voice. "Impressive, young mage. You learn fast." The voice was low and even and a certain kindness to it rang. Yet there was no mistaking the authority of the voice. Aella whipped her head around to see most of the room kneeling before him, dressed in robes of gold and scarlet, flanked by two mighty paladins. Kael'thas Sunstider, the Blood Elf Prince. Immediately, she fumbled with her robes and took a knee as well. "M-my prince," she sputtered out, bowing her head gently. "Th-thank you for your kind words..." Taking a quick glance at the prince, she saw he was giving her a smirk. Her face flushed and she stared hard at the floor. "My lord," Voren'thal said, rising from his knee. "Anu belore dela'na." They gripped arms, familiar with one another, and Voren'thal's face softened from its usual grimace. "What brings you to these depths of our great city? Surely you must have more important business." "I have business to attend to, old friend." The prince smiled softly, as if hiding a secret. "I thought I might stop by to say hello and to check on the young initiates. We will be needing great magi in our ranks soon enough." His volume did not shift, but there was a tone in his voice as he said "I foresee a great need for the power soon." The tone disappear but the two continued to chat cordially for a moment and the room was abuzz with murmurs of excitement about the visit from the great Sun King. Aella willed herself to look at him again, to see his beautiful features and the power of his gaze. The prince spotted her staring at him again and smiled warmly. Then he turned to say his goodbyes to the initiates and gracefully exited. The urge in Aella's chest ached harder. ***** That night, Aella laid in her velvet-covered bed, tossing and shutting her eyes as she tried to rest. The sensation was spreading, building up inside of her. Had she finally reached her limit? Would this need for magic grow exponentially until she was consumed, driving her to madness? It throbbed and throbbed inside of her. Opening her robes, she put her hands on her bare skin, trying to soothe an ache that wasn't truly there. Her skin was flushed and warm and her fingertips were chilled. It made her jump. She slid the cold hands up and down her body, caressing her breasts and her stomach and her thighs. She wished that someone would touch her, to hold her, to feel her... Her hand slid down to her slit and she let the coldness of her fingers brush against her sex. Her spirit felt as if it was smoldering. She rubbed herself gently with one hand as she fondled her breasts with the other. She let out a soft whine, rubbing slightly faster and bucking her hips forward. She needed this. She pinched her nipples gently, feeling her slit getting wetter as she rubbed herself in small circles, whimpering quietly. Oh how she wished someone would grab her, to rub her, to thrust inside of her depths... Her fingers moved faster as she shut her eyes tighter and imagined a Sin'dorei male on top of her, kissing her and inserting his fingers in her. She imagined her prince, taking her roughly as his powerful eyes peered into hers, him staring at her as she came on his cock. "Kael..." she whimpered and the feeling began to wash over her again, the thrill of unknowable magical power and she came, hard. The room felt as if it was spinning and Aella rubbed her eyes slowly, feeling a cool breeze run over her mostly naked figure. When she opened her eyes, she was in a dim room with high, vaulted ceilings and a canopy bed underneath her, made of the richest red silks and golden trim. The high of the orgasm came crashing down as she felt cold and confused. This was not her room nor any place she had ever been before - it was far too lavish and upscale for anyone that she had known. Where exactly was she? She saw the room was round and had windows high with think drapes covering them. It was still night yet. Aella clutched at her robes, trying to hide her nakedness. In front of her was a large pair of doors. Squinting in the darkness, she saw the symbol of the blood elves, of her people and it began to dawn on her where exactly she was. The doors slowly began to swing open and Aella hurriedly tried to concentrate on teleporting back to her room in the acolyte tower. She felt chilled and exhilarated and dizzy and it was hard for her to think. Her form wouldn't move and she closed her eyes tighter, imagining harder. And yet, her spirit knew where she wanted to be. It was futile to even try. "Now what is this...?" Kael'thas stood in front of her, head cocked curiously to the side. Aella grabbed at her robes, trying to make herself more modest, but the prince had seen her pale legs, her flat stomach, the curve of her breasts... "I - I don't know how I got here!" Aella exclaimed as the prince leisurely walked around the bed, lighting several lanterns with a simple flick of his wrist. "I was in the acolyte tower, I... I was there earlier, you saw me!" She was exasperated, ashamed, aroused. "I mean you no harm, my prince, truly! This is simply a mistake!" "A mistake, hmm?" His smile softened and he turned, taking off his heavy armored robe and waving it away, allowing her a moment to brush her hair from her face and regain her composure. "What is your name, young mage?" "Aella, my lord... Aella Skysinger." He turned to face her and his green eyes, aglow with all of the knowledge of a thousand esoteric magics, pierced her just as she has imagined they would. Everything about the prince exuded power from his slight but beautiful form. The softness that he spoke with was only an illusion for up close you could see truly how formidable the Sin'dorei prince truly was. A wave of his hand could sent a legion to their knees and, at his core, pulsed the same aura of need and power that Aella had become so accustomed to living with. Only Kael'thas Sunstrider's power eclipsed her own by an unimaginable degree. "Aella. If this was a truly mistake, as you are so fervently trying to convince me it was, then I see no reason why you are not free to go," the prince said, giving a slight nod and continuing to smile his soft smile. Aella scrambled to the edge of the large bed, trying to pull the thin robe over herself further. "I would be remiss as a leader if I were to punish lovely young mages like yourself for merely resting in my sleeping quarters." He began to unlace his intricately designed jerkin, slowly and by hand. Aella bit her lip and forced herself to stop staring at him as he casually undressed. Turning away, she stared at the door but did not lift herself off the of the bed. "However..." he paused. "I would like to know how it is that you came upon my royal chamber. This place is guarded by hundreds of the finest paladins, enchanted to protect it from many of the most powerful spells, and this very keep is as old as the Sunstrider dynasty itself. How is it that you managed to come to this place?" His voice was curious but there was a sharpness to it that made her shiver. "I... I truly do not know, my prince," she admitted, turning to him. "I think I may have... teleported." The prince's smile began to widen as he chuckled to himself. Aella was struck by how foolish she sounded, how impossible it would be to merely teleport into the prince's quarters. He continued to chuckle as he eyed her up and down and a fear went through her that he thought she was lying. "Interesting," he said, his smirk still on his face as he away from her, fiddling with something on his mahogany nightstand. "You have taught me something valuable today, Aella Skysinger. Though my chambers are nigh impenetrable, you have found their weakness. No matter, I shall see to it that they are enchanted on the morrow. You are free to go..." Aella let herself exhale and placed her bare feet on the cold marble floor, ready to flee... "Unless..." She paused as he spoke. "Unless you wish to stay here." Wish to stay with the prince? She felt the bed dip slightly as his weight pressed down on it. Aella turned to see that he had sat himself down on the edge of the bed. The only sound in the silence was the thrumming of Aella's heart. "My prince?" she asked, unsure of what to stay. "These towers are fortified by my own powers and that of my ancestors. You see, no enemy may teleport themselves into my keep, or the entire city, in truth. Still, I have minor enchantments to keep out the pickpockets and the populace from scrounging around my quarters; that would be an inconvenience, would it not? Yet somehow, you were able to come directly to the most intimate of places." He paused and smiled, pausing for her to understand. "Teleportation is as strong as the will of its wielder. Only a very powerful mage with a very powerful desire could have managed to materialize in my keep unannounced. I wonder... What it is that may have possessed you to want to be in my sleeping quarters so badly?" His smile spoke volumes and Aella knew she was caught. The Prince of Silvermoon knew what it was that she wanted of him. "My prince," she said steadily, her cheeks a lovely shade of pink. "All I desire is to serve you... however it is that you wish." Kael'thas rose from the bed and walked to her, standing above her with a hungry look on his face. He lifted a hand slowly and placed it in her face softly. She closed her eyes and felt her prince's hand on her skin. Even gently, the tips of his fingers made her feel like there were sparks tingling against her face. The feeling rose from her chest again, burning her and spreading flames to her thighs and nether region, to her breasts and her lips. "You are very beautiful, Aella." She opened her eyes and looked up at her prince. Hesitantly, she too raised a hand and placed it on his abdomen. Her fingers trailed down slightly, to the hardness that was growing steadily in his trousers. Stoic as her prince was, he inhaled sharply as she touched his manhood, stroking it back and forth slightly. The prince's hand brushed against her skin to tangle his long fingers in her snow-colored hair, gripping it with a slight force. "Truly beautiful." She fumbled with the buttons on his pants, freeing his impressive cock. Leaning forward and licking the tip, she tasted his sweet precum. He inhaled again and it made her eager. She moaned on the head of his cock as she took it into her mouth slowly. Slowly, she bobbed her head on his cock, going slightly farther each time as she closed her eyes and savored him in her mouth. Taking him in her hand, she pumped his hardness into her mouth as she continued swirling her tongue around the tip. His grip on her hair tightened but it only made her want to please him more. His hips began to thrust forward a little as he pushed himself into her mouth. She met his thrusts and began to take as much of him as she could manage without choking. Still, she could only fit around half of his thick erection into her mouth comfortably. He pumped faster, fucking her mouth as she moaned around his cock. Her hand traveled down to her wetness and she began to play with herself, rubbing her clit furiously. Opening her eyes to see her prince, he fucked her mouth harder as their eyes met, his hands twisting and playing with her hair. She needed this. She needed to please him, to feel his touch against her skin and his cock in her mouth. She came with a sudden shudder, moaning on his cock as he held it in her mouth. Her pussy quivered and she continued to moan as she felt her wetness. He withdrew his cock from her mouth but continued to hold her hair to maintain their gaze as her lips glistened with his precum and her saliva. With his other hand, he continued to stroke his thick cock in front her slowly. "I need to have you," her prince said in a low, breathy voice. His eyes were hard. "I need to feel you." Aella nodded. The prince's lips came down upon hers and she kissed him hard. His tongue opened her mouth and they began to kiss deeper. His long hair fell, tickling her as he slid his arm around her waist to pull her into the middle of the bed. The prince pressed his weight onto of her and kissed her neck so lightly, breathing in her scent. He nibbled the lobe of her long ears, tracing his tongue along the edge as she gasped and moaned. The prince began to lazily caress her large, pale breasts, his long, thin fingers grazing over her pink nipples. He began to kiss his way from her neck, down, until he found the harden nipples. Slowly, he licked them gently, driving Aella to moan and fidget, but the prince kept her firmly in place with his strong hands. His continued his slow torture of her breasts as he sucked on them gently, one then the other. He grazed his teeth over them and bit them playfully. She placed a hand gently on his head, pressing her tits into his face as he pleasured her further. His fingers found their way to her slit as he felt how turned on she was by him. It surprised and pleased him to see the young mage so ready for him. He gave her clit a little rub and then slid two fingers into her as he continued licking and sucking her nipples. She cried out in pleasure and he pumped his fingers in and out of her, faster and faster. "So tight," he murmured, almost amused. She came again, coating his fingers with her juices as she gave a muffled moan. Her cunt was on fire and she rode her orgasm out so long as she writhed and moaned at her prince's touch. Breathing heavily with disheveled hair, Aella attempted to sit up to reciprocate Kael's expert handling. However, before she could reach for his hardness, she felt him rip off the flimsy robe she was wearing and flip her onto her stomach. The side of her face and her breasts pressed into the bed but her hips lifted up. She was in heat and needed him. He kissed her shoulders and pressed himself above her as she laid flat on the bed. She could feel him hard against her ass and back, grinding slightly to tease her. Aella moaned. "My prince... please..." He paused to kiss her shoulder blade again. "Hmm?" "I need you," she said, embarrassed and moaning and dripping wet. "Please. I need your cock. Please..." He raised his hips and lifted himself up. She glanced back, worried, but she felt his cock trail along her wetness. It circled against her slit, continually teasing her. "Is this what you desire?" he asked above her, his low voice making her moan again. "Yes, please, yes." He circled her slit more, getting his cock wet with her juices. "I need you, my prince." With that, he drove his cock into her firmly, sliding in her further and further. She began to moan and pant as he pressed all of his weight above her, driving his cock farther into her core. Never had she been filled the way her sun prince was filling her. This is what she wanted. Him inside of her and his skin on hers. She felt so erotic, so eager to please him. She needed his cock. She shuddered and gasped and pressed her face into the bed as she felt another orgasm building. "I'm close... I'm going to..." As she began to come, she felt his fingers graze over her lips. She sucked on two of his fingers and realized that those were the two he had brought her to orgasm with. As she tasted herself on his fingers, she came on his cock as she mewled with desire. Her orgasm seemed never ending as he pushed himself as deep as he could, holding it inside of her for a moment to feel her pussy tremble on his hardness, then resuming to slide in and out of her. "It feels so good," Aella cried. "Please, please... fuck me, my prince. I need your cum. I need to feel you cum inside of me. Fuck me, my prince. Make me yours!" His breath was heavy as he pounded into her deeper and deeper. As he thrust inside of her, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. She watched as lust consumed the prince, his brow furrowed as he fucked her vigorously. His eyes stared at her and made her shiver. "Say my name," he growled. "My p -" "No!" His voice was harsh and he fucked her even harder, pulling her hair back farther, making her cry out louder. He gave her bottom a slap and another, hard but turning her on more. Her breasts felt so good as they pressed against the sheets on the bed, her hips poised up to allow his cock to enter her core. She cried out as he continued to fuck her until she felt like she was going to come yet again. He watched her expression as he pounded her tight pussy harder. He leaned over and kissed her, fiercely, deeply. His cock began to twitch and grow larger as his orgasm approached. "Say it," he ordered again. The Seer of Silvermoon Ch. 02 Her prince had been disappearing for days at a time, leaving Aella Skysinger alone in his quarters for a time. She rarely left, if only for her mage lessons, as everything she could ever want was provided for her. Servants came with decadent food, handmaids to help her dress in the finest new handmade garb, her prince had even hired several tutors for her if she wished to continue to hone her magic abilities. For the first few weeks, this was quite novel to her and she loved the extravagance of it all. But when Kael'thas Sunstrider returned, as rarely as that was, she was left with a single night of passion and romance only to wake up the next morning to find him gone yet again. The ache of his absence began to set a hole in her heart. Of course, Aella tried to rationalize why the elven prince would be gone for so long. Though their people were few in number, far fewer than the humans or orcs of the world, their affinity for the arcane and worldly wisdom granted them much political power - and pressure - among the races of Azeroth. Rarely, Aella would hear her prince make a quip about the ignorance of some human prince or overhear him whisper urgent messages to his guard about contacting the dusky night elves of Kalimdor. For all his smiles and warm greetings when he came over, though, he never spoke to Aella of his comings and goings. They would talk about the beautiful lands he had seen or the interesting, powerful people he had met but never about the business he always attended to. If she ever tried to broach the subject, her prince would swiftly redirect the conversation to her studies or her enjoyment of the spire and its creature comforts. So she sat in the prince's chambers, entangled in his bed sheets that smelled so much like him and wished him home and safe with her. The day would pass by as the light and shadows of the keep would rise and fall and Aella found herself feeling useless and discontent. She began to read a book, a rare tome found in the libraries of Silvermoon, accessed by only the most powerful mages and warlocks. It was hard to concentrate, though. Aella continued to daydream about the return of her prince, to fret over his well being, and to silent chide herself for not being powerful or experienced enough to join him on his adventures. She felt like a child. She must have read the same three lines over half a hundred times before she began to doze off, laying the old book and her head down to rest. It was a warm dream she had, one that felt like the sun laying upon her skin. She dream of this warmth that encased her and made her heart soar into the sky, taking flight like a bird. The feeling of desire raised in her chest, though not unpleasantly. She found herself stirring and giving a soft moan, waking up to find Kael kissing his way up her bare legs gently as he derobed himself. "My prince..." Aella murmured sleepily, attempting to sit up. He held her thigh firmly in his grasp and traced his lips over it. "I did not mean to wake you, brightheart," he said softly, continuing to kiss her higher and higher, making her shudder as he reached her inner thigh. She placed a hand on the side of his face. "Kiss me," she ordered. And, with a slight pout, she added, "Please." Her prince obliged, holding her closely and kissing her deeply. His kisses were warm and sweet and left her wanting more and more. He pressed against her and ran his fingers through her hair, kissing her faster and wildly and soon Aella's head was spinning from the eroticism of his kisses, gasping and moaning as he trailed his hands down to unlace her tunic. "Stop." She put a hand on his chest, pushing him away slightly and pausing to catch her breath. His hands immediately fell as he looked at her with confusion. Never before had she stopped their lovemaking and Aella imagined that Kael'thas Sunstrider was rarely told to stop when he truly wanted something. She looked up at him, concerned but earnest, and decided now was the time to describe how she truly felt. "Where have you been? It's been almost a fortnight since you last came home." "Aella..." he began, but she cut him of again. "I worry about you, my prince. I do, truly. With word of the orcish invasions and whispers of betrayals and deaths..." She made a face. "I never know where you are or when you will come home. I know you have much important business but I want to be of help. I want to know." Kael shook his head gently. "Many of these matters are extremely dangerous, young one. I wish I could indulge you in this but there are many factors that come into play and the dangers that lie within them..." "Please, do not patronize me." Her voice was firm, staring at him in his impossibly verdant eyes. "I know what you do is for our people but I cannot live without knowing if you are safe. I have these nagging suspicions rooted deeply in my heart and these cravings for power and truth. I know of these dangers. All I ask is that I accompany you. Bring me along, please, I beg of you." The prince's face softened. "Only if I could, brightheart. Truly, I would. In truth, I venture to many places alone, concealed or disguised for safety and secrecy. I fear war will be upon Azeroth again and preparations must be made. These are vital reconnaissance missions, full of risks that I cannot afford. The secrets that they hold are more perilous than I would have our people believe." "Secrets?" Aella quipped back, surprised at the sharpness of her tone. She turned her head and found her eyes burning with tears. Rubbing them furiously, she added, "It seems that all you ever keep is secrets, Kael. Is that what I am, too? A secret for you to keep?" Kael'thas looked as he might have been slapped. After a moment, his brow furrowed and he grimaced. "Why would you say a thing such as that?" "Your servants always try to distract me from leaving the keep. You keep me locked away like one of your precious artifacts and continually refuse to tell me anything of importance. It's as if you are ashamed of me, that you don't want anyone to know of your... of your concubine." "I would never think of you in such demeaning terms," her prince urged fiercely. "Do you truly doubt my affection for you that greatly? Have I not provided you with many gifts, with access to the most intimate rooms in the Spire, with servants to attend to your needs?" "Trinkets and finery do not serve as a replacement for time with my prince," Aella said softly. Kael's face fell again and all at once Aella felt badly for bringing the subject up. Her beautiful prince was trying his best to maintain order in the entire kingdom and here she was, begging him to stay with her, a common spellcaster. She leaned forward and rested her head on his chest. His heart beat steadily and she closed her eyes as she felt his warmth. "All I wish is to be with you." He rested a hand on her head, stroking her hair, and kissed the top of her head gently. He paused for a few heartbeats and then began. "I would never be ashamed of you. You are beautiful beyond measure, a powerful and brilliant mage, and willful, too." He gave a soft chuckle. "But as wise as you are, you truly are young, brightheart. I do not keep you out of my sight because I am ashamed to be seen with you. In fact, it is I who fears greatly for your safety. I would never dare to wish that our enemies would know of your significance to me - something I worry greatly that will be exploited." Kael gave a sigh and rested his head on hers. "I wish, too, to be with you always but that simply isn't feasible." "But surely we could use the time we have together more wisely," Aella exclaimed. "I wake up and you disappear without word. And there is so much we have yet to do together. If I truly am more than your mistress, then certainly we must... we must..." Aella trailed off, her hands flying around wildly as she struggled for words. "I have never shared a real meal with you nor have I bathed together with you. I haven't met your advisers or seen you use your wonderful magic or... or have I see Al'ar!" "Al'ar?" mused the prince, an incredulous smirk on his face. He began to chuckle as Aella turned pink. Al'ar was the Phoenix God, progenitor of his race of magical firebirds. It was said that he could be slain a thousand times and yet he would rise again from his ashes, his full glory intact. Such a mighty beast was Kael's pet, his mount, and his friend. Aella immediately felt silly for bringing it up. "Al'ar is a sight to behold," he nodded, still smiling. "A wondrous and powerful creature, much like yourself." He brushed his hand against her face and she gave a resigned pout. "Surely, we shall do more together. I promise we shall. But you must know that everything I do, I do with my devotion for you in mind." He leaned down, holding her face, and kissed her softly. He broke their kiss but held her face close to his, staring at her with intensity. "I will always protect you and please you and pleasure you..." His voice trailed off as he began to kiss her neck hungrily. Aella gave a whimper and Kael pushed her to lay on the bed as his kisses trailed down from her neck, to her shoulders, to her breasts while unlacing the front of her shirt. There was a hunger in his kisses and he lifted off the garb and licked her nipple, taking it into her mouth. He slid off her undergarments and switched breasts, licking and sucking on her as she writhed. He trailed down to her stomach, kissing his way down and licking her bare skin as if the taste of her was all he wanted to know. His lips met her thigh again and he ran his tongue so close to her wetness. Slowly, he inserted one of his long fingers, than two, into her opening. She cried and moaned, grasping the silk sheets on the bed as the pleasure took over her. He slid them in and out of her as he continued to kiss and lick her thighs, her hips. Never had her prince serviced her in this way before. Aella felt embarrassed to be exposed to the prince like this. It felt naughty to have him spread her open with his fingers, to feel his hot breath against her sex. Finally, he began to flick his tongue gently against her clit and she cried out, cumming hard on his fingers and shuddering. But he did not stop and continued to slowly press his tongue on her most intimate spot as she rode out her orgasm, feeling another building up so soon after. He worked her clit more, lapping up her juices slowly while fingering her, rubbing her erogenous zone steadily. Aella continued to whimper, feeling the control the prince had over her pleasure. He stopped licking her and watched her with a smirk on his face, fingerfucking her faster and faster. "Cum again for me," he said roughly. She cried out and obeyed her prince, pleasure washing over her again and again. She was still panting as Kael sat up, unbuttoning his trousers and taking out his growing cock. She wanted to feel him, to please him, so she extended a hand and began to jerk him off, slowly at first but quickening in speed as he became harder and harder. He gave a moan of satisfaction and squeezed one of her full breasts in his hand, cupping it as she continued to jerk him off. He pinched her nipple gently and went to brush her face with his hand, but she kissed his fingers and opened her mouth slightly. Giving her a sly smile, he put his fingers in her mouth. "You like tasting yourself on me," he observed, and she turned pink, blushing while moaning as she jerked him off faster and sucked on his fingers that tasted of her juices. "Quite the little minx." With that, he leaned down and began to kiss her deeply, his tongue tangled with her as she moaned into their kissed. His lips tasted of her as well and she tried to pull him closer, to feel his hardness press against her thighs so she could grind against his cock in need. The prince broke off the kiss and held onto his cock in hand, lowering his lips to her ears. "I have needed this for too long," he breathed, making her shiver in anticipation. He gave her ear a kiss. "I dream of your wetness when I am away from you, of feeling you cum on my cock and moaning for me." He pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance. "Will you moan for me now?" With that, he drove his cock into her, filling her up so deep that she began to cry out in need. He held himself inside of her, feeling her tremble and cum. He kissed her as she moaned and then began to slid out of her core agonizingly slowly. His chest was pressed against hers and he felt her hard nipples rubbing against him. Grabbing one of her breasts in hand, he slid himself back in deliberately, watching her as he pleased her. He loved to see her in that bliss, to watch her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth slightly agape as she panted and moaned at his touch. He gave her a few more lazy pumps inside of her and then wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her ass off of the bed slightly and getting on his knees. He remained inside of her as he held her bottom half up and began to continue to fuck her steadily. He could see all of her, her pale skin marked with pink where he bit and licked her, her sizable breasts bouncing with every thrust of his large cock, her eyes bright as wildfire and staring with need as she watched him impale her, harder and harder. With one hand, he held her hips up for ease, grabbing onto her soft skin. With his other, he began to lazily caress her thigh. His fingers brushed against her clit as she gasped loudly. He rubbed her, softly at first but with more speed as he began to pound into her harder and harder. She began to cum but he did not stop the assault on her pussy, pushing himself into her and thumbing her clit as she bucked against his touch. "M-my prince...." she trailed off, continuing to moan. "I cannot stop cumming." "Yes," he whispered harshly, fucking her with such vigor that the bed began to creak. "Continue to cum for me. Lose yourself in the pleasure of my cock." Her whole body was filled with lust and need as she came, the fire in her belly growing hotter still as he thrust into her, now grabbing both sides of her hips and pulling her onto his cock as he drove it deeper and deeper into her. His face was animalistic as he continued to fuck her with such a frenzy. Waves of bliss hit her over and over again, her thighs slick with her pleasure. She cried and moaned and grabbed her own breasts. "I need your cum, my prince," she moaned. "I need to feel you release inside of me. Please," she begged, lost in her own lust. She craved to feel his cum inside of her. "Look at me," he ordered and her blurry gaze met with his hard, fierce one. He pounded into her, watching her whimper and moan. "Are you prepared for my seed?" he growled softly. "Are you ready for my cum?" "Yes!" she screamed, writhing. "Please! Please!" He thrust hard into her one, two, three times and came with a moan as he held her onto his cock, shooting his seed inside of her as she cried loudly. He lowered her hips and pressed into her, another rope of cum shooting into her deepest parts. The prince let out a sigh as he closed his eyes, collecting himself, as he was still inside of her. Aella felt weak, as she did from most of her passionate sessions with the prince, and about to drift off to sleep. She blinked and smiled sleepily at Kael, who pushed back his long hair and peered up at her. "I want to be with you always," she sighed contently. He raised off of her and murmured something she could not hear for she was already drifting off. The last thing she felt was a silk blanket covering her before sleep overtook her. ***** It was pink outside when she stirred, the first light rising. Aella rubbed her eyes and stretched. Surprised, she saw Kael sitting on a plush couch next to his dresser, lacing up his boots slowly. He looked up and saw her and smiled. "Good morning, brightheart. I hope I did not wake you." She shook her head and yawned again, covering her mouth. "Of course not, my prince. But I am surprised to see you here still." He smiled and continued to dress, waving his armored robes onto his body and clicking around his neck. "You should get dressed as well, I think. We do not have much time and I have a surprise of sorts for you." This surprised her but she did as she was bid and dressed in an elaborate dress with modest jewelry. As she dressed, the prince watched her with a thoughtfulness on his face. When she noticed, she flushed and dressed faster. The nakedness they shared in the morning seemed more intimate than that of their nights. As she finished, he stood and offered her his arm. This small gesture made her heart sore and beat loudly in her chest. She wrapped hers in his and smiled shyly. He returned the smile and nodded. "Let us go." As the exited the keep, arm in arm, a palanquin arrived, gliding gracefully and supported by only a faint glimmer of magic. In one swift swoop, Kael plopped her up and sat next to her as the palanquin closed its curtains and raised. "Where are we going?" Aella whispered excitedly but Kael only shook his head and smiled. For now, that was good enough for her as the spring breeze blew coolly and the palanquin soared from the castle. The trip took only a short time and the palanquin opened to show they were close. They stopped at a shady grove, deep in the Eversong Woods, where the trees grew to the skies. Just above was a small mountain and the magical mount lifted them up slowly as the trees turned to a petrified white and the grass was ashen. Peering down, Aella noticed the mountains were covered in little indents here and there, what looked like large firepits of flamed-scorched twigs and branches. "We're almost there," Kael promised, his eyes searching around. "I like to keep him close, but he does need his own room to roam." With that, Aella released that the indents were not firepits but nests. A great cry was heard as a flash of color as beautiful as the dawn streaked by in the sky. Kael gave a smile as the color came closer, shifting and blazing fiercely. The Phoenix God Al'ar had come to greet them, gliding gracefully against the clear skies. Aella let out a breath. "Will he hurt us?" Kael shook his head. "Al'ar's flames will only scorch those he wishes to. He is my friend, and only I can enter his lair unscathed." The firebird came closer, flapping his mighty wings next to the floating palanquin. The great beast gave another cry and leaned his head in. Kael'thas scratched the phoenix's head and a giggle arose from Aella's chest. He smiled and took her hand in his then put it on the great phoenix. The touch was hot but pleasantly so and Aella stared in awe. "He is just beautiful." "He is," Kael agreed. Suddenly, the great firebird swooped down and landed on the edge of the mountain, singing a shrieking melody to celebrate that the sun had fully risen. "He is the first of his kind, and the most ferocious, but not the last. Phoenixes breed very rarely but... perhaps one of his mates would make a good companion for you. Your power as a mage is strong enough," he added thoughtfully, casually. "Truly?" Aella whispered incredulous. "A phoenix?" Her prince smiled. "Truly." The Seer of Silvermoon "Kael!" she screamed, cumming hard, and he held her hips, pumping into her as he shot his cum deep into her. Panting and weak, Aella tried to move her hair from out of her face. All at once, she felt self conscious and confused. She had just had vigorous sex with the prince of her people, a sorcerer of immeasurable power, the scion of the Sunstrider dynasty. She was no one, just an acolyte who could not even tame simple magic and yet here she was. What would be the repercussions of this night? At best, he would forget about her, let her be on her way. But that's not what she wanted. He was her prince. She felt his weight shift over to the bed as her prince rolled off of her. Even with all his limitless arcane power, he was breathing deeply from their intense session. Aella gave a wry smile. If she could please her prince but once, she would be happy at least with that. She began to push herself up. "I... I suppose I will leave now. I - I will go and..." He pulled her into his chest, his eyes closed as he embraced her tightly. "I don't believe you're going anywhere," he said in his soft and even voice. Kael'thas Sunstrider smiled softly. "I thought I've made you mine." For the first night in a long time, Aella slept without being awoken but her desire for magic.