Disclaimer: I own nothing fromWarcraft other than my own original characters. The same goes for William King's "Illidan" novel.
Author's Note:I really loved the "Illidan" novel and wanted to add a few things. This story is strongly based on the novel, the Black Temple raid, Warcraft 3, and the Blood Elf starting zone. It will be mainly oneshots from different characters from Karabor, Warden's cage and Quel'Thalas about different events before the fall of the Black Temple and Illidan's death. I have written over eleven thousand words and will gradually upgrade the chapters. I have not abandoned the other stories, I will upgrade them all soon, I promise and I do apologise for the delay, I realise that it's been over a year, but Legion is taking up most of my free time. But now, that all you really have to do in Legion is farm nethershards and Legionfall reputation from the Broken Shore, I will have more time to update ALL of them. It's just that I was thinking one day about the events of the novel and the Black Temple raid and different stories popped in my head and I just had to write them down. So here they are. xD
Karabor. Three months before the fall of the Black Temple.
Illidan
It's been eons since Illidan Stormrage felt this elated. Not since the creation of the second Well of Eternity did he want to brake into a dance and scream from the top of lungs that he is the best - "In your face Malfurion...haha!" - He did it, he destroyed a core Legion world with his Demon Hunters. Not a backwater planet, nor a lunar or asteroid outpost, but an actual important and powerful main Legion planet, home of one of the most powerful and feared demonic races. The Nathrezim. Not only did Illidan and his Demon Hunters invaded their world and stole a very powerful artifact, but they also destroyed all their history records and their world. The first ensured that from hence forth it would be as if the Nathrezim never existed and the latter obliterated their ranks and saw to their punishment for destroying countless worlds. Nathreza was no more. He felt like a celebration was in order, he had already saw that his Demon Hunters were well taken cared of at the Den of Mortal Delights, but he was reluctant to join them. It did not feel appropriate. As their superior, he could not be seen by them indulging in carnal pleasures. He could always have a courtesan sent to his chambers as he often did, but today he felt like something special was in order. He needed to see to his new prisoner before he had a Blood Elf, Night Elf or Human female sent to him.
'Or all three, one from each kind', he sniggered inwardly. 'They can wait. I will deal with Maiev now. She will regret keeping me locked up for so long, hunting me like an animal and trapping me at Hellfire Peninsula. Those traps hurt a lot. The pain was excruciating, she must really be a sadistic bitch to want someone to suffer so much. I may have killed thousands of enemies, both demons and mortals, but I never once caused them any kind of suffering. I always delivered nice clean deaths to all of them. I was even prepared to do the same to Arthas, had he not cheated and gravely injured me. Maiev needs to pay for what she has done, however torture is not my style. Elune knows that she deserves a good beating, but I never raised a hand on a female, and I will not start now. Such behavior is beneath me and so is forcing my self on her. I cannot do that to a female, even if said female is Maiev. The strike I dealt at her head this morning was only meant to knock her out so that she be moved to her cell and nothing more. Perhaps I should just go there to intimidate and taunt her. Even gloat about my victory. Yes I should just do that and leave, but not before informing her about what's in store for her from now on and threaten her about her coming disembowelment, so that she can just stew on that.', he grinned and casted him self at the Warden's Cage as he named her prison this morning.
"Leave us", he barked at the Ashtongue Deathsworn guards as he walked past them towards Maiev's cell, and the Broken Draenei were quick to obey his order. As he approached the cell, he discovered that she was stripped from all of her armor, she now stood there bare footed wearing only her leggings and chest bindings. Even the strip of leather that kept her very long hair in a high pony tail was gone. It now fell down her shoulders and ended at her hips. This was the first time he ever saw her face, not in ten thousand years did she allow him to see her or the other wardens without their helms and armor, never giving him the comfort of looking at another person's face, especially a female's one, and he hated them for that.
'Mother Moon, she is beautiful. Even more so than Tyrande. It's shocking that she never found a mate to settle down with, she would have been quite a catch for those imbeciles I once called brothers. But I suspect that as soon as she opened her mouth they run away from her screaming. Even now, the way she looks at me. The defiant glare, the sneer in her lips, the up turned chin, daring me to approach and confront her. Well challenge accepted, Warden. You will finally be put in your place.', he growled in anger and blinked into her cell.
Warden's Cage. Three months before the fall of the Black Temple.
Maiev
Maiev woke up with a groan. Her head where the Betrayer struck her throbbed in pain, and everything around her was spinning. She closed her eyes and waited for the world to became stable again. When it did, she opened them and looked around her. The light was dim, but she could still make out the details. The walls, ceiling and floor were made of stone, moss hung from the walls and water dripped down from them, creating a small pool at one of the corners. Clearly, she was underground. She was lying on a hay bed covered only with a thin blanket. Slowly and painfully she threw it away and stood up.
'Well at least I'm not naked.', she sighed in relief as she looked down at her leggings and chest bindings. 'But they're not mine and I smell of soap. They must have bathed and clothed me while I was unconsious. I wonder who did that and why, I don't believe for a moment that the Betrayer would go into any lengths to see to my personal hygiene. And if it was not him, then who? Definitely not the Orcs under his command, most of them smell awful anyways. It must have been the Blood Elves, perhaps my blood and sweat covered scent offended their delicate senses. Or the Broken Draenei.', anger roused in her as she thought of Akama. He betrayed her, all of her Wardens and allies were dead because of him. And now she was at the mercy of the Betrayer and whatever he had in store for her.
'And it won't be nice, considering the blow he dealt in my head. However, it was the kind of blow one deals to render the opponent unconsious. The same kind I dealt on his head after he got caught in one of my traps six years ago. Only then, I struck him with the flat of my weapon and not my fist, giving him a severe concussion and not just a mild headache. He bled from his ears for days and kept calling for Malfurion and Tyrande to get rid of his damned headache, promising that he will never again indulge in Arcwine, no matter how much Elisande and Thalysra insisted, whoever those were. It was quite amusing actually, we laughed for days until the Blood Elves and the Naga found us and deprived us of our fun. ', she scoffed as she traced her fingers across her new "outfit".
"In case you're wondering, it was my clan sisters who tended to your wounds, bathed and changed your clothing. Yours were in tatters underneath your platted armor. It was the least we could do.", Akama's raspy voice filled the cell. Maiev's nostrils flared at the sound of his voice, she whirled around and bolted to the cell door, one arm outstretched pass the bars in an attempt to grab his throat, while the other gripped the bar with all her strength.
"AKAMA, YOU TREACHEROUS WORM, COME CLOSER SO I CAN SQUEEZE THE LIFE OUT YOU. ALL MY SISTERS ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU, AND SO ARE MY ALLIES. MOST OF THEM WERE YOUR OWN PEOPLE, YOU OWN CLAN. HOW CAN YOU EVEN BARE TO LIVE WITH YOUR SELF AFTER WHAT YOU DID?", she roared at the Broken chieftain, her teeth bared, ready to rip the jugular vein from his throat.
"I had no choice. His spymaster, Veras Darkshadow was on my trail since the very beginning. The Betrayer knew our every step and bid his time until the time was right. He tore part of my soul to keep an eye on me and threatened to slaughter my entire clan if I did not deliver you to him. I did not expect that everyone was going to die. I thought that you would have surrendered as soon as you realised that his forces outnumbered yours. But you all fought to the bitter end. ", Akama said.
"Of course we would all fight to the bitter end, our worlds' fates rested in our hands, we had to stop him and his demon masters.", Maiev scoffed.
"He is fighting the Legion as well, he told me that everything he has ever done was part of a plan to destroy the Burning Legion once and for all. He and his Demon Hunters have destroyed a considerable number of minor Legion worlds and outposts and today they destroyed Nathreza.", Akama informed the Warden.
"Do you believe that he did such a thing? Did he really destroy those worlds?", Maeiv scoffed again.
"So he says. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't. I was not there to witness it.", the Broken Priest shrugged.
"I don't believe for a second that he hates the Legion. I'm certain that all of this is merely a struggle between him and other Legion Overlords for dominance over different domains. Illidan always sought great power and the Legion was always eager to provide it to him.", the Warden sneered.
"Perhaps it is as you say. Only time will tell. But we cannot sit around and wait to discover the Betrayer's true intentions. When the time comes be prepared to strike him down.", he bowed his head at the Night Elf and turned around.
"I will never trust you again, Akama.", Maeiv called out to him.
"You have no choice.", Akama called back and disappeared into the shadows. Maiev sighed and begun to pace her cell. Nine steps between the walls.
'Of course the Betrayer would add this little detail, he's determined to replicate his cell and have me experience what he did. He forgets of course that his punishment was Malfurion's and Tyrande's choice, not mine. I voted for a nice clean death for him, not eternal imprisonment.' A flash of light and a crack made her stop at her tracks. She knew that sound, someone had just teleported here. Loud hooved footsteps echoed from the corridor outside her cell, and a deep voice barked an order that the Broken guards outside her cell were all too eager to oblige. She looked up and stared at the face of the Betrayer as he approached her cell with large strides.
'Oh this can't be good. Goddess knows what he has in store for me, is he going to torture, beat, rape me?', she shuddered inwardly at the thought of that.
'Whatever he is planning to do to me, I will not give him the satisfaction of screaming and begging.', she lifted her chin and stared into the "eyes" of the Betrayer with a defiant look on her face. Illidan growled and blinked into her cell right in front of her. She took a step back, he took one forward. She backed towards the wall while he mirrored her every step with a smirk plastered on his handsome face. 'Damn him, why does he have to look so good even now when he's turned into a half demon?', her back touched the wall, there was no escape for her.
'Mother Moon, give me strength.', she prayed as she stared at his large chest, not daring to look up. He was big, he always was, and so was she. They were almost the same height before his transformation, now he was more than twice her size and her head barely reached his shoulders. Illidan's body was almost touching hers now, his heat enveloped her, his left hand rested on the wall next to her head, while the right one lifted her chin so that she would stare into his blindfold.
"Like your new accommodation, Warden?", he mocked her.
"An accurate replica of your previous lodgings, however they lack the main component.", she replied.
"Pray tell, and what would that be?", Illidan raised an eyebrow at the Warden.
"You, pacing its length and brooding", Maiev retorted. Illidan actually laughed at that, his hot breath warmed her face. She expected that he would reek of fire and brimstone, that his breath would be rancid, but was surprised to discover that he smelled of mint and sandalwood like most Kaldorei males.
"Oh, but I found a much better replacement, little Warden. You will experience everything I experienced while in your care. You will feel eternal hunger and thirst but you wont die, because my spells will take care of your biological needs. You will never become ill, and any injury you apply to your body, should you decide to take your own life, will be immediately healed. Prepare to spend an eternity in this hole. Perhaps I will just leave you here to rot and never visit you again. Perhaps I will come on occasion and punish you for the pain you inflicted on me when I fell into your trap. I haven't decided just yet. Just expect the unexpected from now on, Maiev.", he smirked as his thumb stroke her cheek.
'Now why did I do that?', he wondered while his thumb traced her bottom lip. 'Illidan, stop that.', he ordered himself but he couldn't stop staring at her beautiful face. 'Why is she having such an effect on me? It's not not that I've never been around a beautiful female before, quite the contrary. I've been warming the bed of gorgeous women since long before the Sundering. Tyrande, Elisande, Thalysra, Vashj, and Aszhara the most notable of them all. So why am I acting like a love struck fool with the Warden?.', he continued to run his thumb over her lower lip as Maiev's silver eyes grew larger and her cheeks flushed. 'She's enjoying this?', he stared in astonishment as a warming sensation enveloped his lower abdomen.
"I wasn't the one who sentenced you, chose the place of your imprisonment or casted those spells on you, Illidan. Your brother and his wife did.", Maiev whispered as she stared at the face of the Betrayer, startled by his bizarre behavior, though quite aroused by his ministrations. 'You enjoy his touch? What is wrong with you, Maiev? He is the Betrayer, he maimed your brother, escaped from your prison, dropped a ceiling on your head at the tomb of Sargeras that resulted in the death of Naisha and the others and obliterated your army, so why are you acting like a silly schoolgirl on her first crush?', she chastised her self. To no avail, her breathing and heartbeat quickened and she arched her back at him, as he continued to trace her cheek and lower lip with his thumb.
"But they're not here, Maiev. You are!", he replied more huskily than he intended to. He couldn't believe the effect she was having on him. He was taken by surprised by her natural beauty, the heat radiating from her body and her sweet scent were absolutely intoxicating. And the fifteen thousand year old demon Elf gave into his primal instincts.
"Oh fel!", he growled and crushed his lips on Maiev's.
'Oh fel, indeed', Maiev moaned and ravaged Illidan's lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Illidan lifted her off the ground and pinned her against the wall, one hand tracing her spine, while the other slowly travelled the length of her body and unfastened her top. The bindings found the floor, and he eagerly cupped her breast and traced her nipple with his thumb. His mouth left hers and travelled slowly down her neck until it grabbed her other nipple. Maiev whimpered and arched her back at him, her hands stroking his hair and horns.
'Now how did she know that the horns are a major erogenous zone for demons?', Illidan wondered as his hands continued to expertly explore her body eventually reaching her nether regions and tracing them over the thin fabric, discovering them wet from his ministrations. Maiev moaned and arched her back at him begging for more and he was more than eager to oblige. He casted a spell and her leggings materialized next to her bindings. Her naked body was now wrapped around him, her hands busy trying to free his member from the confines of his leather trousers. As soon as it was, she gasped.
"Yes, Maiev. It's that big. It always has been. A pity that you didn't discover that ten thousand years ago, my imprisonment wouldn't have been so dull and boring for either of us.", he chuckled and with a swift thrust he entered her to the hilt before she had the chance to retort.
'Oh, Mother Moon", the both cried out. Maiev's heated core engulfed Illidan, for a moment he feared that she would burn him whole, he stared into her eyes and saw that her thoughts mirrored his own. Those silver orbs spoke of shock and disbelief but also of pure ecstasy. He captured her lips once more to reassure her that what they were doing right now was not wrong, but rather the conclusion of their story. He didn't move for a while, allowing her to adjust to his size and slowly increased his pace with each thrust.
Maiev could not believe that this was happening. Illidan Stormrage, the Betrayer, was making love to her. He was not just fucking her to assert his dominance over her as her jailer and new "master", but was actually gentle and considerate. He ensured that she was ready for him, his kisses were slow and sensual as well as passionate, his clever hands were setting her soul on fire, he allowed her time to adjust to his size and even now he was taking his sweet time to increase his pace, bringing her pleasure threshold up to new heights with each thrust. She felt as if she was about to spontaneously combust from the heat and ecstasy, she never felt this way in her fifteen thousand years, none of her previous lovers were that skilled. She stared at him In amazement, as her hands explored the rippling muscles of his shoulders, arms and chest, reveling at their splendor.
"So exquisitely beautiful, so delightfully deadly. The perfect female!", Illidan growled without even realizing it as he increased his pace. He couldn't get enough of her beautiful form. He drunk in her soft lavender skin, flushed and wet from his ministrations. He marveled at the perfect shape of her face, the large almond shape silver eyes, dark with lust at the moment, the delicate nose and jaw, the sensual lips and the blade shaped tattoos that extenuated her beauty even more so. Her rich long white hair felt like silk under his hands, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head, her locks smelled like mageroyal mixed with her intoxicating musk. She was exquisite in every possible way.
"So devilishly handsome, so fiercely powerful. The perfect male", Maiev panted before she could stop herself. Her cries of passion echoed throughout the abandoned dungeon as she climaxed three times before Illidan sank his fangs on her neck in an attempt to suppress the bestial roar he wanted to unleash to the world when he came. To no avail. He sank to the floor, still holding Maiev in his arms and licked the trickles of blood coming out of the twin punctures of her neck to seal the tiny wounds. He realised that biting a lover's neck during sex was a sign of love and commitment for the Elves and that frightened him.
'Am I in love with her? Do I want to commit my self to her? She's Warden Maiev Shadowsong, the Huntress. She commits to no one but her order and their strict rules and values. She loves no one but her goddess and her sisters. No, it was because this was the best sex I ever had that made me do that to her and to suppress my roar of course, unsuccessfully I might add. Perhaps the Deathsworn guards will think that I roared in anger at Maiev. But the reality of the situation remains. I did not have to bite her neck. I could have bitten her shoulder, or my own arm. My tongue even. Elune knows what she's thinking right now. She didn't even return the gesture, she's probably stunned by this, clearly she doesn't want to be mated with a beast like me who spent ten eons hating her and her kind. Well, I'll just make this easier for her.', he decided and gently unfolded her from him, lifted her up and placed her on the ground as he stood up. He casted a spell that washed their intermixed juices off them and replaced their cloths without looking at her. Maiev was confused by his sudden shy behavior, but remained silent.
"Er... I never meant for this to happen, Maiev. I was surprised by your looks, I did not expected you to be this beautiful underneath all that armor. This will not happen again, you are my prisoner, not my concubine, you are here to pay for your crimes against me, and not to entertain me with your body. I have no such need for that, there are plenty of females in Karabor very eager to assume that role. As a matter of fact, take back your armor and wear it at all times, it's better that way. If you had such an effect on me, Elune knows what you'll do to the rest of the male population. I am certain that you don't wish for the Broken guards to lust over you. Goodbye, Warden.", he whispered without sparing her a glance and teleported out of Maiev's life leaving her completely stunned.
'But...", she whispered and jumped out off her skin at the sound of a large bang behind her. She whirled around and found her armor piled on the floor, oiled and polished. She shrugged and put it back on, piece by piece.
'If that's the way you want to play it, Betrayer, so be it!', she placed her helm on her head and started to pace her cell, having nothing better to do anymore.
Meanwhile, the general store at the Black Temple was filled with Elves demanding from the Broken Draenei owner to sell them more of that special mageroyal soap bar she introduced to them a week earlier. It turned out to be a very powerful aphrodisiac. One that affected both the user and any person in close proximity. All one needed to do was smell the intoxicating scent of said fragrance to turn both of them into rabid worgs in heat. The elder female shook her head. She should have known better than to trust an Ethereal to sell her anything. There was always a catch with those creatures. Now everyone wanted that soap, and that Ethereal was going to make a fortune.
Author's note: Ok, before someone says that I revealed Illidan's true intentions towards Maiev too soon, I would like to point out that we now know that he's not evil, so he would never torture or beat a prisoner, even if that prisoner is Maiev.
As for the whole taunt session turned bootied call thing, I blame the spiked soap...hehe. In the beginning, I thought about having Akama using Mind Control on the both of them to spare Maiev from Illidan's wrath, but then decided that it was not really plausible, I don't believe that he is strong enough to mind control Illidan, let alone do the same to Maiev at the same time. And it would have been against his vows as a priest to force two people to have sex against their will. So I decided that the aphrodesiac was a better option. The next chapter will be posted soon.
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