(Righto! First story ever, be warned, it's quite a bit of smut in places but there is a romance that happens in here if you look closely! Please do read and review, I have much more to post as well if you guys and gals actually like this sorta thing. I own nothing, all stuffs except for my own characters belong to Blizzard.)

CHAPTER ONE: Unlikely Savior

The grass of the barrens wavers slightly in the breeze washing over the coast from the sea. Two encampments upon separate hills stand lit with light from the campfires from each respective post. On one side, the Alliance is bunkered inside of a garrison built of stone and wood fronted by two unyielding bastions, topped with several armed guards carrying out the night watch over the opposing encampment. Across the shallow mouth of the river that runs from the gaping chasm that splits the barrens in two, the Horde stand defiantly atop their own hill. Scouts circle around the hill on foot, hoping to catch any intruding Alliance spies that might be unlucky enough to be spotted.

The Horde encampment is composed of various tents and primitive-looking structures except for a small group of tents made of fine, red silk. A large, golden phoenix embossed into the red silk stands out against the darkness as various elves pace about anxiously along with the rest of their allies. Inside the largest of these elven tents, a heated discussion is taking place between several high ranking officers. Their voices hushed but laced with agitation and exhaustion as they review all the possible battlefield tactics for the coming day. Inside the tent a large table is set up with the immediate surrounding area mapped out across it along with the various different elven officers and high ranking battle masters hovering about the illustration. One man in particular leans against a post inside the tent, his dark green eyes concealed by his hooded helm. With his shoulders slightly hunched with his posture, his armor silently affirms his presence in the war room.

Clad in full plate, his armor has intricate detailing of angels and demons on his shoulders. One shoulder shows the face of an angel with sharpened, metal feathers jutting from the lower part of his pauldron above the midsection of his bicep and opposite to it, the face of a demon etched into the other shoulder with an equally sharp metal demon's-wing jutting outwards from the thick plating. His helm is a hood made of plate as well, colored a deep crimson shade, has a broken halo circling around behind his head like a broken sunrise behind him. In front of this halo of sorts, two metal demon horns protrude from his headpiece, keeping with the demons and angels theme of his armor. A solid, bolted neckplate covers his neck and chin and wraps around to attach back to the hooded helm. The rest of his armor contains all the same subtle etchings of demons and angels across the plate, all of it a golden color with dark, crimson undertones on key pieces. Clearly a paladin of the light from all of the designs, and a veteran as per the color of the armor he wore.

After listening to the others bicker and argue for some time, he stands and approaches the table. Most fall silent to his presence at the table, and the few who continue speaking are silenced by his voice. "Have you all decided upon a battle plan for me yet? My soldiers are waiting for their commanding officer to give them orders." He says in a deep, emotionless tone as his head turns to look at each of the ones who were arguing. A smaller elven man clears his voice. "Not yet, but we will come to a decision soon Thel'amer." He replies with a furrowed brow as the paladin returns to his post once more silently, the room now hushed over the paladin's simple statement. After a few moments of officers looking at each other questioningly, the mummer starts up once again in a much more controlled and calmed manner. The night rides on uneventfully as the battle plans and tactics are finally settled and the whole camp of Horde awakens early the next morning to prepare for the battle to take place below in the valley that holds the river's mouth.

Thundering war drums sound through the small valley as both side's armies line up along the tops of the hills; Alliance on one side with the Horde on the other. As the sun rises on the gathering armies, the paladin from the night before rides out in front of the elven section of the Horde upon a heavily armored warsteed. His giant sword rests on his back, the runes that were etched into the broad side of his blade glow a dark red with the anticipation of bloodshed. Raising his sword along with the other leaders of the respective subgroups of the Horde, they begin to charge down the hill. Wolves, kodos, raptors, and various other mounts of the Horde army build up speed down the hill, the Alliance charging down their hill to meet them in the middle. As the two armies meet in the riverbed, the paladin begins cutting a path straight through the feeble Alliance footmen that stand against him. Snapping spears in half and breaking broadswords with his own giant sword as bodies fall around him like leaves in the fall. Hours pass with the two armies fighting against each other tooth and nail as the Alliance begins to push the Horde back; more and more soldiers of the Horde falling to the sheer numbers of the Alliance. Thel'amer glances around at their falling numbers and bellows loudly enough for all to hear, "BACK UP THE HILL. FALL BACK!". He, himself, charges further into the fray of Alliance soldiers as his broadsword cuts gaping holes in the Alliance's frontline, distracting all Alliance around with his display of viciousness and brutality. The remaining Horde soldiers begin the retreat with the brief time Thel'amer has bought them with his charge, the paladin swinging his sword and making his way out of the sea of Alliance all the while casting protection spells on the wounded retreating members of the Horde. As his heels touch the base of the hill, his turns and races up the hill with a wave of Alliance soldiers chasing him like savage dogs after a deer. Halfway up the hill, he looks up to the cliffs above, his body exhausted already from the hours of fighting and the Alliance closing in on him, he bows his head to say one last prayer as he falls to his knees in the trampled grass. Just as his looks up after his quick prayer, an unknown force wraps around his body as a pair of wings sprout from behind him, yanking him at high speeds straight up towards the top of a cliff high above right into a tiny little elven lady who attempts to catch his giant, plate-clad self. The two of them go sprawling down the back of the hill away from the Alliance who are furious with being cheated out of their high-priority kill. Jumping to his feet, he grabs the small woman around the arm and tosses her over his shoulder and takes off up the hill again just as the first of the Alliance crested the cliffs. As he runs, healing magic flows through his body and urges him to run faster as his wounds heal and seal up. The Alliance stops halfway up the hill as the remaining Horde army shifts and dares them to continue on as the two elves finally reach their army and are ushered inside of its protective walls of troops. Carrying the small woman all the way back to the elven section of the encampment over his large shoulder, he steps inside of an empty tent and crumples into a heap on the ground. His adrenaline has gone and left him with his exhausted body as he rests against the ground for a few minutes.

The small woman grunting as she is halfway stuck underneath the giant man as he rests, she wiggles and pushes on his shoulder as she tries to pull her legs out from under his chest. "Come on….get off. You're heavy!" she whines with a huff as she struggles. Thel'amer lays there for a bit, ignoring her whines before he catches his breath. Once his breathing has slowed, he rises to his hands and knees and looks down at the small woman who was just trapped under his body a moment ago. The woman wears dark grey cloth armor that covers her whole body up to her chin, opting out of the usual battle-robes that most casters wear. Her own armor seems personally modified with thin plate pieces attached over most of her cloth armor and her helm….well isn't a helm at all. It's a casual grey hat. Armored to the teeth as well as a priest can be with a casual hat atop her head, she sits up as he finally frees her out from under his heavy self and looks at him with a frown. "Did you really have to carry me away back into here?" she says with a slight snide tone to her voice. Standing and dusting herself off, she offers her hand to him as he takes it heavily and rolls to his feet, towering over her easily by a whole foot. "I wanted to make sure you didn't get hurt, you just saved me after all. Repaying you as well as I could at the time by making sure you made it back safe." He says with a stern voice as his arms cross over his chest and he stares down at the small, rude woman. "Perhaps next time you should think beyond your bulking muscles and possibly ask me where I would like to go instead of just dumping me underneath you, hm?" she snaps at him as her own arms cross over her chest defiantly. Thel'amer glares down at her nasty little self as he grabs her wrist and yanks her towards him suddenly. "Which division are you with?" he asks in a growly tone as he glances down at her tabard, looking for an emblem that would say which elven group she belonged to. Her tabard shows no sign of her belonging to any group; it was the red and gold tabard of the ones who enjoy fighting in the arenas for money. Looking up at her face to see a smug smirk spread across it, Thel'amer's lips form into a very thin line as his brow furrows, "I'm a contractor. Neither part of any 'division' nor part of anyone's army other than the Horde itself. You can't do a damn thing about what I say and do.". Her smirk grows into an amused grin at his slight irritation with her. Thel'amer stares down at her grin for a long few seconds before his jaw locks and his hand releases her wrist to wrap his hand around her neck in a threatening way. "You should wipe that smug smile off your face. You saved me but you seem to not realize that I –can- do something about your little attitude problem." He squeezes her neck firmly as her eyes narrow and her smirk fades very slowly. "Then do something about it." She leans forward more into his personal space, pushing her neck against his palm as he glares down at her from under his helm. After a minute of the two glaring angrily at each other, Thel'amer pushing her away and spins on his heel, leaving the tent with an air of irritation about him.

Hours pass and even though they were pushed back, the Alliance across the river retreated from the valley, deeming their losses too great to fight over such a small gain. The Horde atop the hill celebrate their victory over the Alliance for the time. Countless campfires surrounded by trolls, tauren, and orcs cheering and singing happily with their drinks and food. The forsaken lurk in the shadows around the edges of the encampment, not big on celebrating in such ways and most if not all of the elves remain in their own section of red silken tents. Not much for mixing with the other crude races of the Horde. Thel'amer steps out of the elven section to take a late night walk around the encampment and as he walks between some trollish tents, he hears a familiar high-pitched lady voice cheering and laughing along with the rough voices of orcs, trolls, and such. Peering around the edge of a tent, at a large campfire sits a whole group of mixed races and even an undead human sitting there having a good time with the group. Dead in the center, sits the smartass little bitch elf from before cheering and passing a giant jug around with everyone as stories were told about the battle earlier. A troll in the circle occasionally throws powder into the fire, causing it to explode with sparks and pull cheers from the drunken spectators around the fire.

Seeing the woman having such a good time ignites a fire in Thel'amer's mind as her disrespect comes back to mind and drives his feet forward straight to her to glare down at her. Turning to look at him with a drunk grin, she raises a jug to him, "Come to mingle with the commoners Mr. Commander?" she grins as he is not affected by the verbal jab at him and glares down at her angrily. Grabbing her arm rather roughly, he lifts her off her feet and raises her up to look him in the eye, pulling a few snickers from the surrounding races. "Ay Eviciana….dat yo mate der?" one troll snickers as an empty bottle hangs off his tusk. Spinning slightly, the woman throws her half empty bottle at the troll with a huff, "No he's not. He's just some fool I saved today. Being the gracious soul that I am of course." She grins as she is spun back to face Thel'amer. The troll catches the bottle with ease as the undead human bursts out into laughter at Eviciana's words, "Gracious soul? Pfffft….my ass ya are lass…." He comments in a rough, gilnean accent. Eviciana focuses back on Thel'amer with a drunk smirk, "Yes Commander?" she says with a sneer, his helm still casting a dark enough shadow so she could not see his eyes other than a slight green glow coming from beneath. Setting her down on her feet once more, he simply turns on his heel and begins walking away from the group at the campfire, dragging her along easily behind him with an iron-tight grip on her wrist. The two make their way through the maze of tents and smaller fires in the encampment until they reach the very edge, causing Eviciana to dig her heels into the dirt with wide eyes. "You're not taking me out there." she says with an agitated voice. Thel'amer looks back at her and exhales loudly as he tightens his grip on her wrist and continues on with her now fully resisting. Leading them up a hill to a solitary tent pitched under a large tree, Thel'amer tightens his grip on her wrist before swinging his arm around to toss her haphazardly inside.

The inside of the tent is rather barren aside from the single lantern and a few blankets and pillows. The crimson color of the tent causes the whole inside to have a deep red color to it, making Eviciana's eyes widen as she tries to look around and take in where she was quickly. Raising his head, Thel'amer looks around slowly with narrowed eyes, checking for anyone who was curious enough to follow the two; seeing no one, he ducks his head and steps inside. Once inside, her stares at Eviciana, who is standing now with her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed as well. "So what now? Kidnapping a contractor? That's real smart. There's no one who cares enough about me to pay any ransom so you're out of luck there." She snorts as her eyes glance around once more and her arms cross over her chest defiantly. Thel'amer removes his helm and sets it onto the armor stand gingerly as he turns to glare at Eviciana once more, the red light just accentuating his angry features. Taking a few steps towards her, causing her to back up a few steps in response, he leans down and stares at her with a furious look in his eyes. Thel'amer continues to glare angrily at the small woman who treated him like a dog before he locks his jaw and grabs her waist, pulling her to his plate-clad chest and leaning down with a slight smirk. "I did not take you for ransom. I took you for myself." He whispers into her ear before his hand grabs her jaw and angles her face upward and kisses her roughly, biting her lip with a soft growl. Eviciana pushes against his chest angrily until he slowly releases the kiss to look down at an infuriated small woman. With a sharp motion, Thel'amer feels the sting of her hand across his face, causing him to grab her neck tightly instead of her jaw and pushes her up against the sturdy post in the center of his tent.

Pinning her against it with his plate-clad self, he takes her lips with his once more even as she struggles. His hand grips her waist tightly before wrapping his fingers around the inside of her pants and yanking her hips to his. Sliding his hand up and down her thigh, his palm makes its way around to cup her ass. Giving it a few squeezes before rolling his hands downwards under her ass, his fingertips brush between her thighs and very gently stroke her with feather light touches. As his fingers reach between her legs, she suddenly stops struggling and shivers slightly under him, pulling a smirk from Thel'amer's lips against hers. Breaking the kiss once more with a satisfied grin, Thel'amer unfastening his gloves with his teeth and tossing them aside towards the armor stand before he slowly wraps his fingers around the snaps and fastenings of her own clothes. With agonizingly slow progress, he removes her tabard, her gloves, and her chest piece. Taking her waist in his bare hand, he pulls her neck to his lips as he kisses and licks down the sensitive line of skin. Eviciana's hands wrapping through his white hair as his lips trail down her neck and across her chest, before his hand tears away her bra and his lips wrap quickly over her soft, pink nipple. Sucking and licking as his hand squeezes and perks her breast, his free hand slides up and down her bare side. Releasing her nipple from his lips he trails his tongue over to the other one to suck and nibble as he did the first, his other hand reaching up to pinch and roll his thumb over the first, keeping it perked. Once he got his satisfaction from the other, he straightens his back once more and locks his lips against hers before whispering, "You're enjoying this." He growls softly against her lips as another shiver is felt running down her spine, "Shut up." She huffs out with irritation at his observation of her. His hand grips her jaw once more as he turns her head to look him in the eyes, "Don't talk back to me. Be a good girl and I might give you the pleasure you crave." He grins as his bare fingers of his other hand slide down her stomach and over her pants to rub against the damp spot between her legs, causing a satisfied sigh to escape her lips. Pulling his hand away he steps back and begins to quickly pull off his armor. Putting it aside with the helm and gloves, he quickly pins Eviciana back against the post with just a thin pair of shorts on, pushing his thick cock up between her hips.

Grabbing the top of her pants with his hand, he jerks them down off her hips and past her feet, throwing them over his shoulder onto the ground and leaning back to eye her up and down, his eyes settling on the black, lacy thong she had hidden under the dreary, grey armor. Thel'amer traces his fingers over the insides of her thighs and up over the very edges of her panties. Grinning with delight at her shivers and subtle movements, he grabs her hips and gently rubs his cock against her once more. One of his hands slides down off her hip and straight down between her legs inside of her panties to rub small, slow circles around her clit. Clenching his teeth, he groans softly with satisfaction at how wet she was. Pulling her to his lips once more, he bites and folds their lips together as he continues to rub her wet pussy in slow circles. Her hips moving with his hand as soft whimpers and sighs are pulled from her lips until she is breathing heavily and arching her back against him. Thel'amer grins wickedly as he continues and breaks the kiss, "Beg for it like a good girl." He growls at her. "You can go fuck yourself…I'm not begging." She says angrily but whimpers as his hand leaves her nethers and leaves her shaking. He looks at her with an amused expression before his hand presses on her shoulder and pushes her to her knees forcibly. She looks up at him with eyes on fire with anger as he drags his wet finger across her lips slowly. "If you're a good girl, I'll give you exactly what you need." He reminds her, watching her glare up at him for a few more moments before her lips part and wrap around his wet finger, sucking gently at first before he pulls it from her lips. He reaches down and pushes his shorts down around his ankles and steps out of them, holding his cock in his hand, he looks down at her with a smirk. Glaring up at him, Eviciana parts her lips and slides his cock into her mouth. Her tongue wrapping around his thickness and sucking gently, a soft groan heard from Thel'amer's lips, "Good girl…." He groans as his hand holds the back of her head and deepens himself inside her mouth. She sits on her knees as her other hand holds his cock and strokes it in and out of her mouth as his hands grip her hair tightly when she runs her tongue slowly over the more sensitive areas. Thel'amer groans as he pulls her hair roughly, pulling her head upwards to face him. "Look me in the eye when you have my cock in your mouth." He growls down at her. She looks angry, but looks dead into his eyes as his thick cock slides in and out of her lips, her nails digging into her own legs as they squeeze together in a needing way. Looking down at her as his cock begins to throb between her lips, he pulls it slowly from her mouth and grabs her neck tightly, lifting her to her feet easily before rubbing his fingertips back against her wet pussy again, causing her to moan softly and dig her nails into his arms. He slides one finger inside of her, groaning loudly at how tight she was before his breathlessly whispers in her ear again, "This one hasn't been fucked in a long time….you're nice and tight for me.". Thel'amer then removes his finger and slowly turns her around, pushing her to her hands and knees as he positions himself behind her carefully. With a sharp yank against the thin, black cloth of her thong, he snaps the lace easily and discards the now ruined undergarment to the other side of the tent and turns his attention back to the woman on her hands and knees in front of him.

Pushing the thick head of his cock against her wet pussy, he slides only the tip inside of her as he leans back and caresses her ass gently. Sliding his hands up and down her body and around her ass a few times, causing her to shake from anticipation. "You look like you need it. I want to hear you beg for it…." He growls as she turns and looks at him angrily, not saying a single word. Grasping her hips firmly, Thel'amer slowly slides his throbbing cock into her tight, wet pussy until his hips are pushed flush against her ass. A loud, deep groan is heard from him as he begins to slide in and out of her tight self, causing his hands to squeeze her hips firmly. Eviciana pants softly as she looks back to meet his eyes and arch her back, "Please….just give it to me…." She says quietly with her huffing breath. Thel'amer grabs her shoulder and quickens his thrusts into her. "Speak up." He demands roughly, "I need it. Please fuck me harder." She says louder as he grips her shoulder tighter. "When you're cumming on this cock, you say my name. You say 'Thank you Thel'amer'. Do you understand?" he says in a rough, quick voice as his cock throbs inside of her. "Y-yes…sir." She gasps out as he grabs both her hips and slaps her ass against his waist with each thrust. As her orgasm rises up inside of her and reaches the peak, she gasps and moans loudly. "Please don't stop….fuck….t-thank you Thel'amer." she calls out as her back arches and her pussy squeezes his cock tightly and his cock stiffens inside of her, spilling his hot, thick cum inside of her tight pussy. His hands grip her hips tightly as he keeps his cock buried inside of her as he finishes, slowly sliding out of her and resting over her on his own hands and knees, his heavy voice mumbling "Mmmmm…such a good girl.'. His chest against her back as the two of them breathing heavily and take a moment to swim in the feelings of ecstasy. After a few long moments, Thel'amer rolls onto his back against the pillows and blankets, grabbing Eviciana's wrist and pulling her to his side. He pulls one of her hands around his waist and pushes her head down to lay on his chest as it rises and falls with his heavy breathes. Eviciana gives absolutely no struggle with him pulling her around and even nuzzles against him faintly as her eyes close and his arm wraps around her back, holding her to his side. Thel'amer leans over to kiss Eviciana's forehead and mumbles softly, "You belong to me now." He rumbles before laying his head back and closing his eyes, tightening his arms around her, as if she might escape while he slept.