Warning! Reading this fic may cause sudden onsets of being hot and bother, random bouts of giggles, and runs the risk of ejecting ones beverage out of ones nostrils. Proceed with caution!

This is a fanwork of fiction.


Jaina really hated parties.

In the past, she'd obediently dressed nicely, put on make-up, and made herself approachable during the often frustrating and obnoxious upper class gatherings.

Not anymore.

Oh, Jaina had shown up to the Winter Veil party in Stormwind without much of an argument. However, in less than half an hour, she'd had enough of overstuffed nobles and retreated to the gardens outside.

The night was cool, and the wind coming off the sea only made it colder, keeping the party goers indoors. This, blessedly, left the royal gardens empty, giving Jaina the quiet solitude she desired so she didn't start setting various people on fire.

She'd hidden herself in an alcove created by a wall and support pillar that made up one of the lake facing walls of the Keep. Taking in a deep breath of crisp night air, the sorceress felt a wave of loss wash over her. Even so far from the harbor, Stormwind still smelled of the sea. The scent was both comforting and heartbreaking, a continuous reminder that her home in Theramore was gone. Her mood soured further at the thought, and she looked down at the lake to try to take her mind off of it.

The surface of the water below shimmered and rippled; the slight breeze disturbing the reflections of the cluster of glowing portals across the lake that allowed many of Azeroth's adventurers and heroes to quickly move about the world. Near the same area, Jaina could make out the silhouettes of the Pandaren, who had arrived a few months ago, as they went about their evening away from the hustle and bustle of the party within the Keep.

She envied them.

Sighing once more, Jaina shifted her weight, causing the satin fabric of her dress to make an audible swishing noise as she leaned back against the cold stone wall behind her.

Not a minute passed before she started hearing footsteps coming in her direction.

Blast her stupid garment for giving her away.

Jaina's irritation eased a little as she listened further. She knew that gait, even when it was attempting to be quiet. Without having to look, Jaina felt the hulking presence come nearer and nearer until it stopped on the other side of the pillar that concealed her. She heard the slight sound of fabric shifting, much like hers had, as the newcomer peered around to look within the alcove.

Finally, Jaina pulled her gaze from the lake and looked at the person behind her. She inclined her head respectfully, "King Wrynn," but made no other movements after acknowledging him.

"Archmage Proudmoore," Varian dipped his head in kind, "May I join you?"

Jaina regarded him silently for a moment. The King of Stormwind hated parties even more than she did. Attending events like the one back inside often made him surly and unbearable. The fact that this gathering was being held in his home this year, it rotated capitals from year to year, made it even more difficult for him to avoid. Adding his aggravation to hers would cause them to argue, something Jaina wasn't in the mood for.

Internally she was surprised to see his demeanor calm instead of annoyed. His broad shoulders were relaxed rather than hunched in irritation, and his expression was neutral as he stood patiently with his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for her answer.

Jaina could send him away if she wished, but part of her relished the presence of a friend. Most of hers were lost with Theramore and she had precious few left.

Making her decision, the sorceress returned her gaze to the lake, "You may, but I warn you, I am poor company tonight." If Varian decided to be frustrating, she could leave and return to Dalaran in an instant.

One of the perks of being a mage.

Varian came up to stand near the open archway, "I'm afraid I'm poor company as well, but I'd take you in a foul mood any day over those pompous idiots back inside."

Jaina gave an unladylike snort, "They're the reason I'm out here. All of their empty condolences were making me furious, so I left before I set the Keep on fire."

"Much appreciated," the king murmured as he leaned his elbows on the stone sill. He was quiet as he studied his surroundings for a few moments, then muttered, "Of all the holidays, I think I hate this one the most."

Jaina chuckled darkly, "As do I." She pushed herself off the wall to join him against the stone arch. "A holiday gathering devoted to the pandering of the noble class would make anyone with any sense learn to despise it."

Varian glanced at her and ground his teeth before he admitted, "It is a good reason, yes, but it is not the only one."

She didn't let it show, but Jaina suddenly found herself intrigued. She mulled over the idea of pressing the subject. It wasn't often Varian spoke of himself, and curiosity from an outside sources was often met with his volatile temper.

His fury was something else Jaina didn't want to deal with tonight, so she opted to keep silent instead.

Both leaders stood in silence for a while before Varian spoke again, "This was the first holiday I had to spend without Tiffin," he divulged. "I know how it is... going through a time when something so critically a part of you is absent. It's like a void by your side that you can't fill."

Jaina felt her shoulders hunch instinctively as she looked down at the water below them. She had lost her home in late summer, and while there had been a few holidays since then, this Winter Veil celebration was the first one she had decided to publicly attend. "You lost your wife Varian, I-."

"You lost your nation," the king told her gently, "another loss I'm intimately familiar with."

"You were just a boy," Jaina reminded him. "You had no control over what was happening. I should've…."

Varian shifted closer and bumped her shoulder with his before she could finish her sentence, "And you're only one mage. Granted, you're one of the most powerful mages of our time, Jaina, but you're no god. You were in the same position I was." The sorceress worked her jaw for a moment as she glared out at the water. Tears threatened, still a common occurrence, and she fought to keep them from falling. She heard him sigh before he said, "What I'm trying to say is... I know what you're going through right now. I just wanted you to know you aren't alone."

Jaina's silvery white tresses moved in a glittering wave as she looked up at him like he'd grown a second head.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Varian asked.

Where was his usual gruff and standoffish behavior? The King of Stormwind was not the type of man to speak intimately. Previous casual attempts to get him to open up had been met with scathing anger. She voiced her concern with a simple, "I'm waiting for you to scream at me."

The king winced, opened his mouth to respond, then closed it with a frown as his thoughts steered in the direction hers had. His frowned deepened further before he said, "I… don't want to be that person." He looked over at her, "I'm trying to be better about these things. It's hard not to fall back on a lifetime of habits but…" Varian gave her the barest hint of a smile, "I figured I should try as hard as I can. Especially for a friend who's lost as much as I have."

Jaina regarded him for a few moments longer. His words were a little gruff and he'd stumbled the whole way through it, but his declaration was sincere. With a sigh, most of the tension left Jaina's body as she sidestepped closer to him until their arms touched, "Thank you, Varian."

In a rare act of intimacy, the king reached out and wrapped his left arm around her shoulders. They stood in companionable silence for a while before Varian asked casually, "Aren't you cold in that?" Indicating the gown she wore. It was a navy blue halter top dress that covered what was necessary in the front, hugging her form until it reached her waist where in spread out and fell in dark blue waves of satin. Much of her back and her arms, however, were untouched by fabric and exposed to the outside air.

"One of the perks of having an affinity for frost magic," the sorceress chuckled, "is a resistance to the cold."

"Well that's handy," his chuckle echoed hers, then they both fell back into silence.

Jaina stared down at the water below them for a while before she said, "Losing Theramore isn't the only reason I hate Winter Veil, it's just the new one."

Varian peered down at her in surprise and a bit of curiosity, "Oh?"

Gnawing on her lower lip, Jaina asked, "How much do you know about why Arthas and I ended our relationship."

"Arthas wanted to focus on his training as a paladin," Varian answered, "and you wanted to keep on top of your studies in Dalaran."

"Yes... yes that's what we told everyone," Jaina's voice softened as she finished the sentence.

"It wasn't the truth?"

"No... not really," Jaina told him. "We did try to convince ourselves it was for those reasons, but really what made Arthas want to end it was because I…" She looked up at the sky, "I said something very stupid on this exact evening so many years ago."

"What could you have said that would've made him want to end your relationship? He adored you." Varian chuckled a little as he added, "I should know, I used to ask him questions about you during sparring practice all the time. You were the easiest subject to get him to drop his guard so I could knock him down."

Jaina looked a bit sheepishly as she studied her hands, "I said our children would definitely be blond." Varian sputtered at her side, and she quickly continued, "I know what you're going to ask. No, I wasn't pregnant. At the time I thought it was a harmless statement, but I suppose it wasn't. He... we were about to head into a party, much like tonight, at the castle in Lordaeron. He broke off our relationship right then and there."* Her shoulders tensed again as she continued, "It may not have been so bad if we'd been able to leave and go our separate ways, but instead we had to spend the rest of the evening together, acting like we were okay and everything was normal." She distantly felt her nails digging into her arms where she had them crossed and resting on the stone sill. "I've hated this holiday ever since."

Varian opened his mouth to say something, but no sound emerged. Clearing his throat, he settled back next to her again and said, "Idiot."

Wincing, Jaina murmured, "I know, I shouldn't ha-"

"Not you," Varian growled, using the arm he still had around her shoulders to pull her closer to his side. "Arthas was the idiot. Although, now that I think about it, he was always a bit rash." He squeezed her left arm as he added, "Jaina, with the direction your relationship was going, it was normal to think of something like that. Arthas was the heir to Lordaeron and it was his responsibility to marry and continue his line. Trying to run from something like that would be like… like…." He stopped and frowned, then scowled as he looked down at the lake below.

Jaina looked over, asking, "Like?"

"I don't know, I'm not very good at this kind of conversation," he admitted, his scowl morphing to a pathetic frown that made her to laugh. It was her first genuine laugh of the night.

When her mirth faded a little, Jaina asked, almost coyly, "So you're saying you never tried to run from that kind of responsibility?"

"No," Varian answered, "but I was betrothed at a very young age. By the time it came up I'd already made my peace with it." He rubbed her arm again in a comforting gesture, "Had I known what Arthas had done to you, I'd've pummeled him into the ground."

Jaina scoffed as she looked down at the water again, "You hardly knew me then."

"Not well, no," Varian admitted, "but I knew of you from conversations with him. And I still would've pummeled him regardless. What he did to you was shameful and wrong." The gentle motion of his hand switched to a squeeze as he added, "I'm sorry Jaina."

"It's nothing you need to-!" She turned back to look at him and her sentence cut off with a gasp. Unbeknownst to Jaina, the king had leaned down as he'd stated his apology. When she'd turned back to him, they ended up close enough for their lips to touch.

Surprise warred with shock, leaving Jaina frozen in place as her mind short-circuited. Varian didn't seem much better. The arm around her had gone rigid, and his breath caught in his throat.

He's so...warm, was Jaina's first coherent thought. Varian seemed to be radiating heat all around her. She suddenly felt very cold by comparison, and abhorred the idea of moving away. His scent filled her nose, an alluring mix of wild steel and warm man.

His closeness sent her pulse racing in her ears.

Step back, the rational part of her mind commanded. Another part, the one that was tired of feeling miserable, withdrawn, and alone, goaded her into something far more daring.

"How does that phrase go again?" Jaina murmured, her lips never straying from Varian's, "Misery loves company?" The king rumbled something incoherent in response, his mouth opening slightly as he wavered closer. His lips pulled back, baring just a hint of teeth. She could almost feel the battle raging within him.

Decorum be damned, the daring voice declared. Jaina leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

Varian froze once more. For an eternal moment, Jaina regretted her impulsiveness. It wasn't until she tried to step back, to apologize, that he growled, his lips greedily recapturing hers. The growl resonated through Jaina, causing her to shudder, not due to chill;

But in desire.

A fire had been lit, and it raged into an inferno from one breath to the next.

The arm around her shoulders tightened while the other went around her waist, pulling her close. Jaina wrapped her arms around his neck, molding herself against him as her lips pressed challengingly against her king's. His growled deepened further as he pushed her backwards the few steps needed to reach the wall. A muffled squeal erupted from Jaina as her bare back pressed against the cold stone. Varian went to pull away, an apology on his lips, but she pulled him back again by the lapels of his jacket.

He was so warm.

Varian pressed himself against her as she claimed his mouth again. His tongue danced along her lower lip, requesting entrance. Jaina granted it willingly, restraining a moan as his tongue found hers. It slid sensually over hers as he ground his hips against her pelvis.

An aching need began to build between Jaina's thighs. Her breathing sounded terribly loud. Making a conscious effort to quiet it, Jaina began to hear other voices and footsteps. They were loud, clearly intoxicated, and the two realized the liquor had been flowing long enough for the cold to no longer keep them indoors. Varian growled again, this time almost menacingly as he curled protectively around her, glaring in the direction of the voices. They were still concealed in their little alcove, but if they lingered in their current position much longer, they would be discovered.

Varian's wide steel-blue eyes bore into Jaina's. Her heart raced, pulse pounding in her ears. The gaze said the choice was hers. He could step away and they could resume the night as they'd been. Two separate and unhappy individuals forced to sit through an equally unhappy evening.

Or they could move forward as they were, and maybe make something of the night together.

Gripping Varian's coat firmly, Jaina's gaze hardened as she murmured an incantation that teleported them away. The only evidence left behind was a dull flash and a muted pop as they disappeared.


They reappeared in the middle of the sitting room connected to Varian's personal sleeping quarters. Teleporting straight into a private room like this was considered extremely rude among mages, and Jaina was momentarily worried she was pushing that boundary by bringing them into this part of his home. Varian seemed unperturbed by their surroundings, already tugging her towards the door that led to his bedroom.

It slammed shut behind them, and Jaina found herself pressed back against it, his mouth ravenously devouring hers. Desire, which had stepped back a little in lieu of the effort it took to teleport them here, came back in a rush, leaving her breathless. Varian's hands began to roam, tentatively at first, as they rested on her shoulders, then slowly gained more courage as they ventured downward along her sides towards her hips. He pulled her off the door just enough so he could reach around to her back. His right hand, wonderfully warm, slid slowly upward, fingers splaying out sensually over her exposed skin. Jaina's arms snaked around his neck again, pulling him closer, their kisses reaching a frenzied pace. Varian pushed her back against the door again as his hands found her bottom. Effortlessly, he hoisted her up, forcing the skirts of her dress up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. The press of his erection was like an inferno. He ground it against her as his mouth ghosted over her jaw to kiss and nibble on her neck.

Jaina moaned, "Please, Varian... please." She tightened her legs around his waist, forcing him to remain in contact with her as he continued his motions. "I need you," she breathed.

The king's low growl morphed to a raspy chuckle, "If you were hoping for just a quicky and disappearing, I'm afraid I must disappoint you." He nuzzled her ear as he whispered, "I am not a small man Jaina. I will hurt you if we rush." Pulling back just enough so he could look her in the eye, Varian added, "You can still back out, no hard feelings."

Jaina regarded him briefly, surprised that once again he'd left the decision up to her.

After a moment of consideration, she pulled him back down for another kiss, teasingly biting his lower lip as she ran her fingers up into his hair. With the little leverage she had against the door, Jaina ground her pelvis against his erection, eliciting a deep groan from him that sent shivers up her spine.

Varian pulled her off the door and carried her exactly as she was to his massive four poster bed. It was unadorned with any of the traditional drapery. Instead the mattress was covered with just a few pillows and enough sheets and blankets to keep back the chill.

Bending carefully, Varian laid her down, then crawled on top of her and went back to plundering her mouth with his. His hands didn't remain idle. They roamed over her sides and anywhere else he could reach. Jaina trailed her fingers lightly up the back of his neck until she reached his hair again. When Varian decided the underside of her jaw needed his attention, the sorceress murmured a few words, and the tie binding his signature topknot disappeared. Waves of brown black hair cascaded down around them, making him grumble as she giggled.

"I've always wanted to do that," Jaina admitted as she ran her fingers through his hair, nails digging into his scalp just enough to make him to rumble in appreciation. Varian refocused his attention on her neck, leaving a fiery trail of kisses from the base of her jaw all the way down to the hollow of her throat. Without a word, Jaina reached behind her neck and undid the clasp of her dress, allowing the top part of her gown to be folded downward, exposing her breasts. The king's eyes widened in excitement. Jaina chuckled when she watched him visibly swallow, his gaze suddenly ravenous.

"Need a napkin?" She asked, feeling impish.

Her words penetrated his bosom induced stupor. Varian gave her a mock scowl before leaning down to nibble her left ear. Without warning, he stuck his tongue in it, snickering as she squealed and wriggled away with a laugh of her own.

"I might've deserved that," Jaina giggled as she rubbed the offended ear.

Varian grinned sharply as he stalked back over her, whispering, "Should I continue that elsewhere?" Jaina froze as her mind processed his words, feeling giddy as she nodded. His chuckle vibrated against her as he moved back down to her exposed breasts. Instead of immediately plunging into them, he stopped and waited, hand hovering barely an inch above what he sought. The look he gave her, unlike a moment before, was full of gentle respect, and Jaina felt her heart warm as she realized he was asking for permission to touch.

In response, she took his right hand in one of hers and gently placed it on her left breast. Both groaned in pleasure at the contact, and Jaina felt the heat of his erection pulse from beneath his trousers where it was pressed against her lower abdomen. Giving her one final look, Varian lowered his head down and ran his tongue over her left nipple. She gasped at the warm contact, buring her fingers in his hair as he swirled his tongue around it, nibbling gently. The action was mirrored with his hand on her other breast. Finally, he sealed his lips around it and sucked like a dying man finding water.

"Oh... Varian!" Jaina moaned.

The king growled as he switched breasts, grinding his hips against hers in slow counterpoint to the rapid fire motions of his tongue. Each pull sent little shocks of ecstasy through her breasts down to the continually building ache between her legs.

Varian buried his face in the valley of her breasts and moaned in delight, pressing them both against his cheeks and stayed there motionless for a very long time.

"Are you okay?" Jaina asked softly after a few moments, not at all minding the weight of his head on her chest. She found it surprisingly comforting, but she was curious what pulled his attention away after his enthusiastic performance.

Varian raised his head as he replied, "I'm fine. I was only thinking that if every man in the world had a pair of breasts to play with, there would be no wars." He grinned as she laughed brightly.

"And what would you have all the women do, my king?" She asked coyly.

"Enjoy the peace and quiet I'd imagine, since we wouldn't be making messes," Varian explained, then paused and frowned before cocking an eyebrow at her, "Wait did you…?" Jaina cheeks hurt from grinning so hard and she snorted back a laugh. He scowled and blew a quick raspberry on her neck before promptly burying his face in her cleavage again. The laughter faded as he playfully nibbled and suckled again, desire pushing its way to the forefront after the sudden silliness.

It wasn't long before Varian pushed himself up and slipped his hands behind her back, questing fingers searching for where he might find a zipper. Following his intent, Jaina lifted herself up onto her elbows, allowing for easier access. The king quickly located the tiny metal tab hidden in the folds of her gown. He pulled it down slowly, his steel-blue eyes searing into hers as the zipper traveled further and further until it reached the base of her spine. The gown was soon pulled off, along with the rest of her underthings, and tossed over the back of a nearby chair.

Jaina felt her cheeks heat up when he turned his gaze back to her. His eyes roamed hungrily over her bare form, but she did not feel the need to cover herself. Kneeling over her once more, Varian kissed her until she was breathless, then began to work his way downward. He took one breast in each hand, gave them an appreciative squeeze and a quick suckle each, then continued down over the taut skin of her stomach and still further.

"You still have an obscene amount of clothing on," Jaina observed as the king grabbed her hips and pulled her along the mattress until her bottom was aligned with the edge of the bed.

"They'll come off," Varian rumbled, voice hoarse and husky as he knelt on the floor beside the bed and parted her legs, "in due time."

Jaina gasped at his hot mouth on her sex, then shuddered and moaned as he used two fingers to part her folds and run his tongue up and down her slit. He nuzzled and licked and kissed, then laved his tongue over the swollen nub of her clit. She jumped and cried out at the intense contact, the sound morphing into a long slow moan as he gently suckled on the tight little bundle of nerves. Jaina shuddered again, gasping as each caress sent little waves of pleasure surging throughout her body.

Varian eased off, leaving her pulse pounding as the ache continued to build between her legs. He let her rest for a moment, then started again, drawing little shapes and patterns over her sensitive lower lips with his tongue. After a few shapes, he'd lift his tongue to lap at her clit, then continued where he left off. Each round coaxed out louder and longer moans as the tension within her mounted further.

Without warning, he slipped one of his large fingers into her moist heat, making her jump with gasp of surprise. Varian moved the digit in and out rapidly, each press inward was accompanied by yet another shock of ecstasy, drawing out a high keening noises that Jaina wasn't sure she'd ever made before in her life.

"Please, Varian, please."

He added a second finger and Jaina gasped again, her hands forming a white knuckled grip on the bed-sheets at his divine torment. Varian's free hand reached up and brushed gently over hers, a stark contrast to the intense undulating motions of the fingers he had buried in her sex. Jaina loosened her grip on the bedding and her threaded her fingers with his. He squeezed her hand once, then lowered his face back down to suckle delicately on her clit while simultaneously pressing his fingers in as far into her as they could go, then pressed down.

"VARIAN!" She cried out, clamping down almost painfully on his fingers. Tidal waves of pleasure swept through her system as she writhed, moaned, and shuddered in orgasm. He continued to tongue her clit as he gently rubbed the spot he pressed within her, drawing out deeper, longer cries of euphoria before he brought her down from her high. When she relaxed, he eased his fingers out of her and stood.

Jaina lay on the mattress, trembling and panting in sweet exhaustion. A light sheen of sweat glossed her skin, making the low fire in the hearth glitter and shine off of her in the dimness of his room.

"You okay?" Varian asked.

"I can't see straight," she panted softly, watching the ceiling above her roll and move a little from the endorphin overdose. She heard Varian chuckle deeply, and she looked over as he pulled off his coat and began undoing the buttons on his formal shirt. Rolling unsteadily into a sitting position, Jaina watched as the shirt opened, revealing his chiseled chest and abdomen. Reaching out, she smirked as she hooked a finger in one of his belt loops and tugged him closer. She rose, still a little weak, up onto her knees so she was eye level with his neck. Placing her hands on his chest, Jaina ran them upwards over his shoulders, pushing off the the shirt as she trailed kisses down the side of his neck. Varian hummed quietly in enjoyment as she continued downward over his collarbone and onto the hard muscles of his chest. Her hands made ambling paths over his shoulders and biceps, tracing little patterns with her fingers as she went.

While Varian was a king of a thriving nation, his life had never been easy. His body was crisscrossed with countless scars. Some she recognized, others remained a mystery. Jaina pressed her lips to first one in her path, then continued her journey downward, pausing to lave attention over each scar she encountered. Her hands moved from his arms to his sides, just under his rib-cage, smoothing over rock hard abs as they continued downward.

Her southern journey halted as she reached the waistband of his pants. She purred deep in her throat in an appreciative manner as she felt the heat of his erection radiating against her cheek. Her eyes bore into his as she flicked open the fastener on his trousers and slid the zipper down. It took everything she had to keep her jaw from dropping. A surge of surprise shot through her as his cock slipped free, standing tall and hot before her. He was exceptionally large and thick, and Jaina couldn't stop herself from saying, "You could slay a dragon with that."

Varian chuckled, "As deeply ego stroking as that is, the sword I use for dragon slaying is over there." He pointed across the room to the sword rack near the door where Shalamayne sat, sheathed in its scabbard, "Coincidentally, also courtesy of you," he grinned wolfishly. Jaina returned the grin as she slipped her hands between his waistband and pushed his pants down over his hips until gravity took over, dropping them to his ankles. Varian kicked his boots off quickly, his pants following shortly behind, and Jaina reached out and gently wrapped her left hand around the base of his shaft.

A deep groan radiated from him at the contact. It faded to a quiet growl as she began to stroke gently up and down his length. She leaned in and placed several more kisses on his lower abdomen as her right hand continued to trace over his hip and down towards his thigh.

Varian twitched and chuckled.

"Oh?" Jaina purred as her left hand continued to idly stroke his cock, "Could the great King of Stormwind be ticklish?"

"Absolutely not," he grumbled.

"I see," Jaina smirked devilishly as she ran her fingers over the spot where he'd squirmed before. Varian shuddered and a muffled noise fought its way out. She huffed a breathy chuckle and switched from her fingertips to her nails, delicately trailing them along the junction of his left thigh and pelvis.

The king giggled like a little boy for half a second before clearing his throat, "Stop that!"

"Aww, why?" Jaina asked, giving him a flirty smile before she ran her tongue over the head of his penis.

Varian groaned as he tangled his fingers in her hair near the top of her head, "Because I know where you're ticklish too."

"And how could my king possibly know that?" Jaina asked as she moved her tongue down his length.

"Maybe I'm more observant than you think I am," Varian answered with a haughty tilt of his head. Jaina's eyes flashed wide for an instant before she shifted and drew his cock into her mouth. She took as much of as she could hold, to the point where he barely touched the back of her throat, then pulled back, sucking hard as she completed the motion. He shuddered in pleasure, steadying himself with his hands on her shoulders and closed his eyes. Jaina continued the activity, alternating with her hand and her mouth for several minutes before impishly running her fingers over his ticklish spot again.

The noise that came from Varian was a jumbled mess of surprised yelp, a giggle, and a shout of indignation. Jaina pulled her mouth off of him with a maniacle laugh. Varian growled deeply, but there was amusement in his wolfish grin as he picked her up and tossed her farther up on the bed. "Vixen! Two can play at this game!" He pounced on her, hands going to her ribs and furiously tickling. Jaina squealed loudly, then dissolved into a fit of writhing laughter.

Varian held himself up on his forearms after a moment and asked, "Surrender?"

"Never!" She declared as she snaked her fingers between them and administered the same action over the taut skin of his stomach. Varian snorted and raised a brow, her attempt to fight back ineffective. Jaina realized her error too late, eyes widening in dismay, "Uh-oh."

"Uh-oh indeed," he gave her a villainous smirk and tickled her again. His torture ended slowly, each movement of his hands shifting to a sensual stroke over her skin as he eased her giggle filled convulsions into sounds of sensual enjoyment. At the same time, his erection rubbed and pressed against her sex. Jaina moaned in anticipation and delight. His left hand slipped back into her hair until it was secured to the back of her skull, pulling gently so it arched her head back just enough to give him full access to her throat. Varian kissed and nibbled his way up it until he reached her left ear. "You're sure?" He asked as he prodded against her opening.

"Light, yes!" Jaina gasped as she felt warm precum smear over her folds. The king shifted slightly, eyes boring into hers, as he pressed his impressive length into her a few inches. He withdrew a little, then pressed in more, each stroke stretching her farther and deeper than the previous one. He repeated the process several times until, to both of their surprise, he was engulfed to the hilt.

Varian groaned and buried his face into Jaina's neck, "Light you're a tight little thing."

"I'm tight? You're a horse!" Jaina declared without a hint of malice.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked as he did a poor job of smothering a laugh, but his concern genuine.

"No," she purred, "You're big, my king, but, Light be praised, not painfully so."

Growling, Varian gave an experimental rock of his hips, and Jaina gasped and moaned in pleasure as she pressed her head back into the pillows. She watched his eyes flash suddenly, another primal growl rumbling from his chest as he repeated the motion of his hips. Jaina found herself inhaling each time his strokes reversed, while a luscious moan was drawn out when he plunged back in. He repeated the cycle of movement several times, visibly become more entranced with each stroke. Suddenly sitting up on his knees, Varian pulled her hips with him, angling his stroke deeper, causing her back to arc more and more. He reached out with a hand, placing it on her abdomen, then slid it upwards over her body until it rested on her throat.

Jaina shuddered under the warmth of his large hand, feeling a rush of both fear and excitement. The same hand could, and had, smashed skulls and broken bones with little effort. She knew, if he felt like it, Varian could just as easily crushed her windpipe or snapped her neck. Instead, his touch was a gentle caress over her ivory skin. The king's great strength was admirable, but the control he had over it was far more alluring.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked, realizing he'd stopped moving as he watched her.

"That you're beautiful," he answered without hesitation.

The response was so unexpected that Jaina's breath caught in her throat. For a fraction of a second, she considered questioning him, but Varian resumed the rocking motion of his hips once more. With her attention sufficiently distracted, Jaina filed it away for later.

With a grunt, Varian increased the speed of his strokes, leaning down until he curled possessively over her. Reaching down farther, the king grabbed her bottom, pulling it upwards while Jaina moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist, "Please, Varian," she breathed as she tightened her hold, rocking her hips up in time with his motions. He growled and thrust harder, pulling another cry of ecstasy from her lips, wordlessly encouraging him to continue.

Need set their pace, fast, hard and intense.

Varian slipped his left arm up under her, cradling her head in his large hand, while his right continued to clutch rear, pulling her up farther than her legs had already accomplished. When that didn't seem to bring her close enough, he pulled them both up into a sitting position, settling her in his lap with her legs still wrapped around his waist. He clutched her to him, one hand pressed against the small of her back as he ground his hips into hers. Jaina grunted at the abrupt shift and Varian stopped immediately, "Did I hurt you?"

Jaina responded by pressing her lips to his. "I'm fine," she said softly.

The king rumbled deep in his chest and, gripping her hips, pressed his pelvis firmly against hers. Each thrust yielded a short sound of pleasure from his companion. Shifting, Jaina leaned in and wrapped her arms around him and rested her chin his shoulder.

"You're so warm," she murmured softly after a while. Their frantic need had cooled a little, slowing their pace to a gentle rocking motion. Varian made a noise at her comment and leaned forward, tilting her until she fell back against his arms. With one large hand placed between her shoulder blades, he leaned her back further still, giving him ample access to her breasts. Jaina groaned loudly as his mouth sealed over a nipple, anchoring her hands around the back of his neck and tightened her legs around his waist. Varian felt his eyes roll back into his skull at the increased pressure around his cock, an inhuman growl rising from his throat.

"You okay?" Jaina asked, concerned that she may have been responsible for some kind of discomfort.

Varian pressed his lips to her neck and inhaled deeply before answering, "I am well, but if you keep that up I won't last much longer."

Jaina tangled her fingers in his hair at the back of his skull and squeezed the muscles around his cock again. He let out a strangled gasp and shuddered, groaning loudly. He nipped her neck in response to her torment, then leaned forward farther, dropping them both down into the pillows once more. Leverage returned, Varian resumed the carnal dance, reaching beneath her to grab her bottom again. She urged him to go faster. Soon all that could be heard was the moist impact of flesh on flesh and the erotic sounds of labored breathing.

Jaina gasped and moaned, the building ache suddenly reaching its peak, "Varian...I… ooohhh… going to…." She gasped again and tightened her grip around his waist as wave after wave of euphoria crashed through her. Her hips ground spasmodically against his as she clenched around him, crying out in release for the second time that night. Varian held her quaking form tightly, continuing to thrust deeply, drawing out every wave of ecstasy he could.

His own orgasm came swift and suddenly. Varian gasped and growled deeply as he pressed his length as deeply as it could go and shuddered, pumping seed into her waiting warmth. Jaina moaned at the burst of spreading heat, both of them continuing to rock and press against the other until they collapsed in exhaustion.

They laid there panting for several minutes before Varian found the strength to move. Gingerly, he pulled himself up and slid himself out. Jaina moaned sweetly at the friction against the still hypersensitive flesh. The moan deepened further as an obscene amount of semen gushed out. Varian collapsed down beside her and buried his face in the junction of her neck and shoulder. "Sorry," he panted, "that was stupid of me."

Jaina nudged him until he looked at her, smiling softly at him as she carded her fingers through his damp hair. "It's okay," she gave a breathy chuckle at the concern on his face, "I have access to contraceptives." Jaina paused for a moment before adding, "It's not really your fault. I don't think I could've let you go in the moment." Varian looked profoundly relieved as he cuddled her close, slowly and aimlessly trailing kisses over any part of her he could reach. She returned the gentle caresses as they both relaxed, their breathing slowly returning to normal as they snuggled together on the mattress.

Warm and satisfied, they both dozed off.