Part Two

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Fine forms of two bodies entwined in forbidden ecstasy and secret pleasure,

With the grace of a tempestuous river,

Entwined with passions of fire and lust,

Smooth slender bodies as perfect as goddesses,

With more curves than the silver moon,

A forbidden secret,

Locked in the room,

A secret that in the dusk looms…

Arlana opens her eyes slowly and blinks against the harshness of the light coming through the large open window. She sees the back of Melith in the corner. She is gently and delicately wiping the glistening sweat from her half naked body, her fine long hair sprawls down her shoulders like a dreamless sleep.

Afterwards Melith puts on her breastplate and begins to fasten the leather straps. Arlana wraps the sheet around herself and gets up to help Melith. "Let me help you" she whispers playfully in her ear. Arlana lets a smile spread across her youthful flawless face.

When the last knot is secure in her corset Melith turns round and faces Arlana. She can't help but freeze for a moment. She looks so beautiful and pure, even her scent is intoxicating like sweet summer flowers in bloom.

Melith takes a lock of Arlana's hair in her hand and smells it before leaning in with lips parted. Arlana closes her eyes and feels the gentle contact with Melith's moist lips. The couple kiss dreamily before breaking off slowly.

Arlana looks out the window suddenly. Nothing, just a sleepy old owl in a tree. "We should hurry, sister. Tyrande will be waiting for us to report, our work is not done…yet" Melith adds quickly.

Arlana looks somewhat disappointed but reluctantly makes a move towards her piled up armour. She lets the sheet drop round her ankles and bends over to pick up her undergarments, looking round with a cheeky smile.

Melith looks away quickly and walks to the window.

"Awww, you're no fun" Arlana says, putting on her clothes grudgingly.

Melith scowls at the remark "You know its not that…It's just I think we need to be a little careful for a while even though we share a room…Besides…those filthy Orc's get closer everyday…" Melith says sadly, looking out over the vast and magical city of Darnassus from her lofty window.

Within a few minutes Arlana is dressed and ready to go. "Alright! Let's go!" Arlana says softly. The couple kiss and prepare themselves before opening the door. Arlana grabs Melith's backside as they walk to the door. Melith slaps her hand away and tells her to behave, Arlana giggles mischievously.

As soon as the door closes the owl wakes up. It spreads its large feathery wings and swoops inside the window. In a flash of green light it becomes a Night Elf with long white hair entwined with leaves, his eyes glowing with natural perfection. He walks quickly to the wardrobe and begins rummaging carefully. He takes a delicate silk garment and leaps out the window. A flash of green and he's an owl again, holding the garment in his claws.

The owl flies swiftly and rapidly through the streets of Darnassus weaving like a spider through the majestic canopy homes of the Night Elves and past their tall tree-like Ancients that forever stand guard over that blessed land.

He fly's deep into Ashenvale brushing against the emerald treetops. Eventually they abruptly end turning into a barren, smoggy landscape where all natural beauty has been replaced by brutish industry and fire. Warsong Lumber camp.

The owl aims for a building, a well defended burrow at the centre of all the devastation. He glides easily through the small arrow slits. In a flash of green he is a Night Elf again, the silk garment held in his hand.

"Ah! You got it…Give it to me…" A soft, cultivated voice issues from the shadows. Outside the harsh sounds of grinding saw blades and the barks of angry overseers are muffled.

"I said give it to me!" the voiced turns harsh, almost feral.

"No Bael! We had a deal…Call your Warlocks off our sacred oak and I will satisfy your vile lusts. You should not even be here Sin'dorei, how can you side with these vile, stupid Orcs? This is not your peoples fight." The Druid says, losing his patience. His green eyes blazing.

Bael stepped out the shadows and he was a terrible sight. His handsome pale face framed with golden-red hair marred by the ugliness of his arrogant smirk and smug light blues eyes. His blood red armour glistened sickly and a rich black cape trailed behind him gracefully.

"It really is remarkable, Skyhaven. How you got me her blood and one of her possessions." He smiles wolfishly.

"As for the Orcs, I don't side with them, I rule them. I use them…It is our fight, don't you forget we are old enemies? Strange how you Druids act independently to your kin. You so eagerly betray such a sweet beauty for a gnarly old tree? Ha!" Bael bursts out laughing.

"Don't mock me! Call off your pet Warlocks or the deal is off. You are a fool of such that you will never understand the Sacred Oaks purpose!" Skyhaven retorts furiously.

Bael raises his hand to motion silence, nodding his head understandingly with a frown.

"I know, I know. I am a man of honour after all. Your last task is to lead her closer to me that I may be able to enslave her with my spell effectively. Then she is mine…" Bael says calmly.

"I used the same technique with the human females of Arathi when I was posted there but they never survived my passions for long. Perhaps when I am done with this one I will give her to the others in Silvermoon…" Bael ponders.

Skyhaven twists his face in disgust. "You are sick…"

Bael regards the Night Elf quizzically for a moment before responding.

"I know" He says with a smirk on the end.

"Now go fetch! Go as the cat. I like the cat. Grrrraaa! Ha-ha!" Bael bursts out laughing.

Skyhaven spits on the floor and gives the Sin'dorei a hateful look before transforming back into an owl.

Bael sighs "My sweet, soon we will be together in my bedchamber…" he whispers, regarding the beautiful black silk lingerie in a sad pile upon the cold stone floor.

"Captain Kilgore!" Bael calls out impatiently. An instant later a huge stupid-looking Orc shuffles in. "Prepare the ambush. Tonight you will be feasting on finer meats!" Bael says with flourish, trying to avoid looking directly at the ugly Orc.

Kilgore grins a toothy grin.

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- Lord Luca