Sunstrider isle, one month before the fall of the Black Temple
Thalia
Councilor High Priestess Thalia Lightcaster stepped out to her porch and sat on her rocking chair with a steaming cup of peacebloom tea, ready to enjoy the sunset. It's been a long hard week for her, or more correctly, it's been a long hard century. First the Troll wars, then the Orc invasions, then the plague, then the Scourge, then the pointless campaign to discover a cure for their addiction and now the reports about the prince's betrayal. The Horde was convinced of this, the Alliance even more so. She didn't care what the Alliance dogs believed, they could all jump into the Blackrock volcano and straight into Ragnaros' mouth for all she cared. It was what the Horde leaders believed that saddened her so. Lor'themar, though concerned about the prince's actions did not believed for a second that he has sided with the Legion. And neither did the rest of the council. Sylvanas may have clashed heads with Kael'thas many times while she was still alive and the Ranger General of Silvermoon, but even she wasn't convinced of his guilt. The other Horde leaders however, had no qualms whatsoever to charge the crown prince of Quel'Thalas for treason and order his execution. They never met Kael'thas Sunstrider, to them he was just another spoiled bratty prince just like Arthas Menethil. Thalia felt a lump form on her throat at the thought of the Death Knight. Her Paladin prince, her friend, her lover, her worse nightmare and everlasting shame. Τhe Priestess shook her head and took a sip of her tea that was meant to sooth her nerves. She returned a week ago from a month long trip to all the Horde Capitals. She spoke with the racial leaders, toured their realm with them, but besides Sylvanas, none was convinced of the Elven Prince's innocence. How could they, it had only been six years since they defeated the Legion here in Azeroth at the expense of the Night Elves' immortality. Even suspecting that someone had any sort of association with the devils was enough to burn said individual to the stake now days. Superstitious bunch, the lot of them, she expected no better from Vol'jin who listened to the counsel of the Loa, beings that demanded blood and sacrifices and were mainly responsible for the suffering of most of the Troll tribes. Cairne was an old fool, a Shaman of all things and the Elements refused to grace him with a definite answer, no matter how nicely he asked the. So by default, he decided that Kael'thas joined the Legion. However, Thrall's attitude was what surprised her the most. He deferred to Cairne's judgment about the matter since the Tauren Chieftain was the senior Shaman. Since the Elements didn't answer his question, he decided to agree with the elder Shaman that no answer meant that the Elements were angry with the prince. So Thalia returned to Silvermoon empty handed, or more correctly, with the execution order for Kael'thas, his lieutenants and all those who had willingly joined the Legion in Outland. The execution order also included Illidan Stormrage and all his followers as well. Everyone believed that the Demon Hunter served the Legion, though Thalia saw no evidence of that. She remembered well the only time she ever saw the "Betrayer".
At the ruins of Dalaran in front of an altar, Illidan Stormrage was casting a spell that would have destroyed Icecrown and probably half of Northrend. His back was turned to them. Call it overconfidence in his abilities, call it lack of foresight, but he was alone. His Naga were nowhere to be seen. He looked more demon than Night Elf, Illidan now resembled the Nathrezim Dread Lord Malganis with the horns, bat like wings, hooves and larger than normal size, but that was where their similarities ended. Illidan was very handsome, Thalia discovered that a few moments later when he turned his head towards them, his horns were larger and twisted and he had very long luscious black hair waiving behind him as he chanted in a deep baritone voice in what she could only assume was a demonic language. The Eye of Sargeras in front of him began to glow fel green and pulsed. He was moving his large arms in rhythm with his chanting, the muscles of his biceps and back rippled at his every move. His skin looked even more purple as it glistering in sweat and the arcane tattoos in his arms glowed bright green. Thalia was mesmerized.
'That was of course until "fucking Malfurion", yeah, that's right, not "Shando Stormrage" like the Wardens addressed him in reverence or "Malfurion, my love" like that cock – teasing doe eyed moon priestess whimpered at him in a breathless sexually depraved voice, fucked up the Sorcerer's spell by trapping him in thorns while that bat shit crazy Maiev charged at him.', Thalia watched as the Demon Hunter turned his head startled and sneered upon the sight of his brother and his Warden.
"What is the meaning of this? Don't you realize what I'm trying to do here, you fools? The undead menace will end here and now, Azeroth will be safe from the Scourge.", he spat at his brother and the Warden who was now struggling between Malfurion's and Kael'thas' iron grip.
"Let me kill him, he must pay for his crimes. Naisha and the others are dead because of him. Justice must be served!", Maiev hissed at the two Elves.
'To what cost, brother? The land of Northrend screamed to me in anguish, you were going to destroy it. Thousands of innocent souls would have perished had I allowed you to complete the spell", Malfurion replied, ignoring Maiev's yelling.
"Not if I was successful and you hadn't interfered. Only the Frozen Throne and the immediate surrounding area would have been flooded and the Lich King menace would have ended. You would all had been safe from the undead.", Illidan cried out in exasperation.
"The undead have already claimed Tyrande's life, brother. She was torn apart by them.", Malfurion hissed at his little brother.
"What? How could such a thing happen?", Illidan whispered as absolute devastation settled upon his features and fell to his knees.
"Begging your pardon, lords Stormrage, but lady Whisperwind was only swept away by the river. Isn't it premature to assume that the undead found her and tore her apart?", Kael'Thas interjected.
"Silence, Kael", Maiev hissed at the gorgeous blonde.
"You lied to me, Maiev. Now, who's the Betrayer?", Malfurion shouted at the Warden and trapped her in thorns just like he did with Illidan.
"Brother, despite all our differences, you know that I would never do anything to harm Tyrande. Allow me to search for her. My Naga will be able to find her faster than any of your scouts could.", Illidan pleaded with his brother, and Malfurion nodded and set him free. Without sparing a glance at the trapped Warden and her equally immobilized sisters, they took off, Illidan flew away while Malfurion turned into a bird and followed his little brother,while Maiev yelled at Kael'Thas for spilling the beans.
"Oh hush already, lady Shadowsong. You know very well that it was a blatant lie what you told your sovereign. No matter what differences you may have with the High Priestess, she is still your leader and you should have deferred to your courts judgment about what she did to your watchers rather than resorting to vigilante justice. Now no one will ever listen to you and take your side again.", Kael chastised Maiev and casted a silencing spell on her and her sisters who had joined their leader in shouted abuse at him.
"By the Sunwell, who would have thought that our ancestors would be so high maintenance!", he whispered to Thalia and Rommath and all three of them chuckled. Thalia half listened to Kael's and Rommath's humorous comments about their new Kaldorei friends, her eyes were fixed on the flying figure on the horizon as it became smaller and smaller.
'No one who loves so deeply can ever be the monster that these Kaldorei have portrayed Illidan to be. The look on his face and the sound of his voice when he thought that Tyrande was dead was absolutely heartbreaking. It was as if his entire world was just destroyed. Poor soul, to live most of his life "chained" under a mountain, be condemned to such fate by his own flesh and blood and the love of his life, to be scorned and hunted by the both them after an eternity of imprisonment, I wonder how can someone survive such disappointment and devastation without going completely mad. Well I hope that things will fair better for him from now on. Shorel'aran, Illidan Stormrage.', Thalia sighed and turned her hawkstrider towards Lordamere lake, ready to return to the Sindorei camp for the night.
Thalia was brought out of her reverie by the sound of someone teleporting outside her house. She looked up and saw Grand Magister Rommath approaching her porch. 'Well that's odd. I only left them two hours ago to start my vacation away from petty politics. What could have possibly have happened to bring Rommath to my house? Unless he's not here on official business.', she stood up to greet him.
"Rommath, what brings you here at this hour? Did something happen?", she smiled as she kissed his cheek, took his hand and led him to her parlor to pour him a glass of Suntouched special reserved. Rommath gave her a bitter smile and shook his head.
"No, my dear. Nothing has happened since you left this afternoon. It's just that I've been thinking a lot since the day you returned from Orgrimmar with the execution order. It just doesn't sit right with me,Thalia. You and I have known the prince the longest. There is no way in fel that he would serve the Legion. This must be some kind of mistake. Kael hates the Legion, he would do everything within his power to destroy it. We must discover what happened. We must find him, talk to him and his lieutenants. Or better yet, talk to lord Illidan. He should know what happened to our prince. Someone must travel to Outland and speak with all of them. No one must know of this, to talk to either of them constitutes treason. It should really be me taking this trip, but I'm closely watched by our Horde allies. They don't trust me, they are certain that I will do everything in my power to protect my best friend and prince. Lor'themar and Halduron can't know either, nor should Veline and Liadrin for plausible deniability reasons. Forgive me for ask this of you, Thalia, but it has to be you. You have already booked a month long meditation session at the Shrine of the Eternal Sun in Quel'Danas. The moment you lock your self in there, no one will think to follow you because they know that there is only one exit and any kind of magical transportation to and from there is impossible. Or so they think. ", Rommath smirked at that and removed a runestone necklace from his pocket.
"One does not spend two centuries of his life following Kael'thas Sunstrider, without having some of his brilliance and ingenuity imparted upon him. I have discovered a way to by pass the barriers. This runestone carries the sigil of Illidan Stormrage himself, no one in Karabor will dare harm you while you carry it. It will transport you right at the Temple Summit close to his quarters. He will be surprised, but he won't consider you a a threat to him or his Illidari if you show this to him. He gave it to me, he will recognize it and will know that I sent you. Please ask him, discover what happened to our prince. He must know. Will you do that, Thalia?", Rommath looked at Thalia with big puppy eyes. Thalia sighed.
"Of course I'll do it, Rommath. I'd do anything to prove our prince's innocence, even if it means betraying our new allies. Tomorrow night, I'll be dining with the Lord of Outland and he will stir me towards the right direction. We will save our prince.", she smiled at the gorgeous raven haired Mage and caressed his stubble. "So is this the only reason you called on me, Rommath?", she whispered suggestively.
"Of course not. No self respected red blooded male would ever call on the lady Thalia Lightcaster and not take the opportunity to worship her and revel at her stunning beauty. May I please have the extremely rare opportunity to warm you bed tonight, my lady?", Rommath bowed at Thalia and kissed her hand, the warmth of his breath sending chills up her spine. The mage's lips travelled to her wrist and moved closer to her wrapping his arm around her waist. When his mouth found Thalia's, they both moaned. It's been years since they have come together like this. Not since decades before the first war did Rommath even dared to spare a lustful glance at Thalia, let alone touch her. The reason for that was that the then newly appointed Quel'dorei High Priestess of Dalaran met with the Prince for the first time since she was a little girl, and they both became enamored with each other and started an exclusive relationship that lasted for almost a century, until Kael became infatuated with Jaina Proudmore and Thalia with Arthas Menethil. Their brief reunion after the destruction of Dalaran and Quel'Thalas by the Scourge kept Rommath away from her and only now did he finally built up the courage to approach her again. He did not expect that Thalia would make the first move, never before had she ever been this bold in her romantic liaisons, she would usually have the male grovel and beg for her affections and that included Kael'thas and Arthas. Rommath couldn't help but feel honored and privileged by this, and vowed to not make Thalia regret her decision.
It was not secret that Thalia fancied Rommath. She had a schoolgirl crush on him when she was still a novice Priestess and welcomed his advances when he expressed his interest towards her. Their romance lasted for over two decades, until she met Kael'Thas in Dalaran and became completely smitten by him. Rommath was graceful enough to step down, but Thalia always felt guilt for leaving him in favour of the prince. So she was more than eager to make it to him. She led him into her bedroom and asked him to sit on her bed. She then started to remove her cloths slowly, piece by piece until there was nothing left. Rommath watched her like a hawk, his breath quickening and his heart racing. 'A strip tease for me, finally!', he grinned and his member jerked when Thalia removed her hair pins and shook her long black mane, allowing her hair to fall down her hips. She turned around and slowly walked to the other side of the room, where a large red pillow was tossed to the corner. She deliberetely bent over to pick it up, providing Rommath with ample view of her rear and glistering wet nether regions. Rommath's trousers became painfully tight, but before he leapt up and taken Thalia right there and then, she stood up with the pillow in her hands and returned to him. She placed it at his feet and knelt in front of him. She grabbed the hem of his robe and pushed it upwards, Rommath helped her by taking it off completely leaving only his leggings on. Thalia grinned at the sight of his torso, for a Mage, he was well buffed and his blood tattoos made him look even more desirable. She slowly moved her hands from his ankles to his inner thighs tracing his legs all the way up there, while planting kisses as she closed in to his crotch. When she reached the hem of his trousers she tried to pulled them down with her teeth, but Rommath became impatient and casted his pants away, freeing his swollen member from their confines. Thalia grinned again, he was just as big as she remembered him to be. She gently grabbed his rod and blew at the very tip, stealing a painful moan from Rommath. She then kissed the tip and allowed her tongue to lick around the head, causing Rommath to whimper. She took pity of him and took him in her mouth.
"Oh, Thalia...my goddess!", Rommath hissed as he gently grabbed hold of her hair and pushed her head in rhythm of her movements. He watched in awe as her other hand slowly travelled down her body and teased her nipples and then moved further south and played with her nub. As she approached her climax, her other hand left his shaft and played with his balls, gently squeezing them. That was Rommath's undoing, with a howl he came into her mouth. He tried to push Thalia away to spare her from filling her with his seed, but she had none of that. She kept him in place and swallowed him whole, reaching her own climax in the process. She looked up at him, he had collapsed on her bed with a huge goofy grin plastered on his handsome face. She layed beside him and nuzzled his shoulder.
"Did you enjoy that, gorgeous?", she asked.
"Enjoy? Honey, that was the best fellatio I ever had. You are amazing, I never thought that you would be that skilled in oral sex matters.", he leaned over and kissed her.
"One doesn't bed the crown prince of Quel'Thalas daily for almost a century, without learning a few tricks to spice things up, my dear.", she kissed him back.
"Well now that you took care of my urgent need, allow me to show you what I have learned.", Rommath chuckled and proceeded to worship her body from head to toe, rediscovering every nook and cranny and setting it on fire. Thalia's whimpers and moans echoed throughout the room, but Rommath was relentless, by the time his lips touched her nub, she exploded all around him with a scream. That didn't stop him, he proceeded with bringing over the edge again within a matter of minutes. Before she could recovered he entered her and started to move inside her, with slow but powerful thrusts, making her moan and whimper with every move. He lifted her legs over his shoulder, one at a time and reached new depths, her moans became louder as she arched her back and came again. But Rommath was not done yet, he pulled out rolled her over and lifted her bottom high in the air. Thalia was now on prostrate position, waiting for Rommath to enter her again. She looked over her shoulder and eyed him questioningly. He grinned at her mischievously and winked as he pinched her buttocks.
"What is it that you want, sweetheart?", he asked her huskily.
"Why, to fuck me three ways from Tuesday of course.", she replied with an equally mischievous grin on her face.
"Good girl!", he growled and with a playful smack on each cheek he entered her again, stealing even louder moans from her. He pushed her head down on the pillow and moved faster with more powerful thrusts. Thalia rested on her elbows and grabbed the sheets of her bed revelling on the sensation of Romath's hands grabbing her buttocks and squeezing them, as his member reached new depths and hitting her special spot. She couldn't take it anymore, she arched her back, threw her head up and screamed her ecstasy to the world, as Rommath followed suit and roared to the world that Thalia was his again. As the last spasms left his body, he had the sence to whisper a contraceptive incantation. Having children with Thalia was something he wanted to discuss with her first, after all it was their duty to Quel'Thalas to have as many children as possible to repopulate their species. He collapsed next to her and pulled her in his arms.
"I know that this might kill the mood, sweetheart, but have you considered having a child with me? The people want their leaders to have as many children as they ask from them.", he whispered as he nuzzled her head.
'I thought about it my self, honey an I agree. Why don't we start trying as soon as I return from Outland. But for now, I just want to get reacquainted with your body again.", she whispered as straddled his and begun to explore his body, tracing his tatoos with her lips and tongue. "Thoroughly", she added and they both grinned.
Early the next morning Thalia stepped into the shrine as the door locked behind her. 'Here goes nothing', she shrugged put on the necklace and activated the runestone. A flash of fel green light enveloped her and she felt the all too familiar pulling sensation of teleportation. The bright red and golden marbles around her disappeared, only to be replaced by the dark green stones and metal of an alien building under a dim green sky. Thalia looked around trying to take in her new surroundings and came face to face with the Lord of Outland.
"Wow!", she whispered in awe.
