The Black Temple, Six Months Ago
"Akama, your duplicity is hardly surprising. I should have slaughtered your malformed brethren long ago.", Illidan snarled at the Broken Draenei leader.
"We've come to end your reign, Illidan. My people and all of Outland shall be free.", Akama sneered at the half demon.
"Boldly said. But I remain...unconvinced", Illidan taunted him.
"The time has come! The moment is at hand!", Akama roared and charged Illidan, only to be backhanded by him and sent flying in the air, crushing against the wall. The demon hunter unsheathed the blades of Azinoth and turned towards the group of adventurers who had carved a path of destruction through the Black Temple to get to him.
"You are not prepared!", he informed then and stalked towards them. Phaedra bit her lip and tightened her grip on her bow. 'Can someone remind me again why we are doing this?', she wondered. She looked at the advancing half demon and lowered her weapon.
"Ok, everyone just stop!", she roared. Even Illidan stopped at his tracks and eyed the Ranger curiously.
"What now, Centurion? Have you finally come up with reasons to not kill the Betrayer, just like you did with Kael'Thas and his followers?", the Orc Legionnaire gave her an exasperated look. Phaedra turned towards her second in command.
"Well, as a matter of fact, I have. I mean, lets take a minute to think about this. Why are we after Illidan?", she asked her.
"Because Akama said...", the Orc Shaman started, but was cut off by Phaedra.
"Precisely, Akama said. Akama, whose people Illidan saved from the Legion? Akama, whose temple, Illidan liberated from Magtheridon and his demons? Akama, who expected that Illidan and Kael'Thas would just take up and leave after they did all the fighting for him, without having to honor his part of the deal to assist Illidan mount a defense against Kil'Jaeden?", Phaedra recounted the occasions Illidan and his followers helped the Broken.
"I am begining to like her. What is your name, young one?", Illidan asked Phaedra.
"Phaedra Brightwing, Ranger Commander of Quel'Thalas, Centurion of the Horde and leader of this assault.", Phaedra nodded at Illidan.
"Be that as it may, Illidan did rip Akama's soul from his body to keep him enslaved.", a Tauren Druid pointed out.
"Only after I realized that he had no intention to honor his end of the bargain, and assist me against Kil'Jaeden. I needed an army, I fought tooth and nail to free them and then liberate this temple, and all he wanted was for me to leave Karabor and fight Kil'Jaeden on my own. I fully intended to leave the temple to him and his brethren after Kil'Jaeden and the Legion were finally defeated, but all he did was try to devise plans to undermine me and spread discourse amongst my ranks. Wasn't that the reason why you sent Kael'Thas the false message to attack Shattrath, thus eliminating any chance for me to form an alliance with the Draenei against the Legion?", Illidan growled at the dazed Broken leader, who was now scrambling his way off the ground.
"I...I...I...", Akama sputtered.
"You what? You thought that I did not realize your treachery? It took me a while to figure out why every force in Outland and Azeroth was so hell bend to see me destroyed, but now I know. You were sabotaging me from the very beginning.", Illidan snarled. Akama paled and took a few steps back.
"But dat still dont explain why you be using fel Orcs an creating new ones wit Magteridan blood.", a Troll hunter piped in. Illidan sighed and shook his head.
"What part of "I needed an army" did you not understand. I did not force them to drink the blood, nor did I enslave any of them. We formed an alliance against the Legion and a good number of them volunteered to drink the blood in order to become powerful enough to mount an adequate offensive. What's wrong with utilizing every weapon available to you when faced with a much more powerful opponent than you?", he asked the Troll.
"But the ends don't justify the means though.", a Blood Elf Paladin pointed out. Illidan turned his head towards her.
"Oh really? Yet you do not have any qualms draining the mana out of living creatures just to sate your thirst for magic, nor did you object using an enslaved Naaru's Holy magic.", Illidan countered.
"Illidan's right. We did try to satisfy our addiction by any means necessary, and your order did unspeakable things to M'uru, while we all looked the other way. We cannot condemn Illidan for being as ruthless as we are when it comes to the survival of our species. He is fighting against the Legion after all, being a bleeding heart will not save you from the pitlords, dreadlords and the eredar.", Phaedra added.
"Where have you been all my life?", Illidan asked as he gave Phaedra an appreciative look.
"Just speaking the truth, that's all. Your forces started to attack us and the Alliance only after we began to attack and sabotage them. They were just fighting the Legion before we started harassing them", Phaedra shrugged.
"But he has demons under his command, Surely he has ties with the Legion.". A Blood Elf Mage said.
"No, I do not! Those demons defected from the Legion and work for me now. Not all demons work for the Legion or even agree with their methods. Isn't that right, Warlock?", Illidan turned towards an Orc Warlock.
"It's true, or else the Legion would know our every move through our enslaved demons.", he nodded at the Demon Hunter.
"But what about everything he did in Azeroth? He allied himself with the Legion ten thousand years ago and created a new Well of Eternity. Then, as soon as he was released from prison, he consumed the skull of Guldan to gain more power. He then allied himself with Kil'Jaeden and tried to destroy Northrend. Those are not acts of an innocent man.", the Tauren Druid pointed out.
"No one said he is innocent. We all are guilty of something, whether small or big, it doesn't matter. If memory serves, some history books wrote that he feigned allegiance with Aszhara and the Legion to fight them from within. He knew the futility of Malfurion's plan to simply destroy the Well, the resistance forces would never have even made it near the Well, before the queen's guards obliterated them all. By offering Sargeras the demon soul, he ensured that with proper manipulation, he could reverse the portals and send them back to their hellish realm. Wasn't it what Malfurion ended up doing, while Illidan fought and defeated Mannoroth? He sacrificed his own golden eyes, a sign of greatness in Kaldorei society, in order to fool Sargeras, and it worked. With the help of the resistance, they managed to push the Legion back and defeat Aszhara. Believe it or not, the Kaldorei needed a new Well of Eternity, it not only kept them young and strong, but it also provided them with the power to defeat the Legion again four years ago. Had Illidan not created a second one, they all would have withered away and died long ago, their descendants would not have been powerful enough to deal with the Legion. And had a new Well not taken the place of the old one, Azeroth would have ended up like Outland. Besides, whatever crimes Illidan may have "committed" back then, he payed for them dearly. Was he not imprisoned for ten thousand years? You say that he consumed the powers of the skull of Guldan. Well, he was going after the Legion, he needed as much power as he could get his hands on, or else he wouldn't have withstood a chance against them. The skull of Guldan helped him a lot in defeating Tichondrious and had it not been for that tree hugger Malfurion's, self righteousness, he would have fought against Archimonde as well and more lives would have been saved. I am not going to make any excuses about his acceptance of Kil'Jaeden's offer, other than pointing out that that specific eredar's full title is "Deceiver". Though had he been allowed to complete his spell, the Lich King and his undead minions would have been destroyed. Who cares if Icecrown would have been turned into a flooded bay? The Vrykul are completely loyal to the Lich King, and so are the Nerubians. The rest of Northrend may not have been affected much, if the spell was allowed to be performed correctly. And the Scourge in the Eastern Kingdoms would have been stopped at it's tracks, its members freed from the Lich King's thrall.", Phaedra felt a lump forming in her throat as she thought about Arthas. How different would things have been if he got separated from the Lich King and Frostmourne back then, before his second journey to Northrend and his ascension to the Frozen Throne. "Did he not drop everything to run and save Tyrande, back then? Are those the acts of an evil man? Would you have objected less about his appearance, if he had sprouted butterfly wings instead, and sprinkled fairy dust and bunnies in his wake? ", she concluded.
"I would object to that", Illidan protested, "and in all fairness, I don't even know nor remember how and why I agreed to help Kil'Jaeden that day.", he added sheepishly.
"Like I said he is not called "Kil'Jaeden the Deceiver" for no reason. And Illidan has a proven record of being easily fooled.", Phaedra added.
"I resent that, I'm fifteen thousand years old you know, I don't get fooled that easily.", Illidan scoffed.
"Oh really? You were cock teased by Tyrande your whole life. Everything you ever did was to impress her. Xavius convinced you that not only your brother seduced her, but he was also planing your demise. He then introduced you to Aszhara and the Legion. Arthas tricked you into consuming Guldan's skull, and Kil'Jaeden convinced you that working for him was a great idea. You know for someone really smart and talented, you can be very naive at times.", Phaedra concluded.
"You know, if you hadn't defended me so passionately earlier, I would have set that beautiful long red mane of yours on fire for your insolence, Phaedra Brightwing.", Illidan growled crossing his arms in front of his large torso. Phaedra merely shrugged.
"So what do we do now?", her second in command ashed her.
"Oh, I know. How about you all turn around and go back down from where you came from and leave me to my meditation.", Illidan said.
"You call brooding over an Orc's skull meditation?", Phaedra asked incredulously.
"It does get very boring up here sometimes. Especially after I finished training my Demon Hunters and sent them off on their last mission for now.", Illidan shrugged.
"What did you send them to do?", Phaedra asked.
"Well, I suppose I could tell you. But then I would have to kill you.", Illidan informed her.
"Never mind. Just being curious.", Phaedra took a step back.
"Curiosity killed the cat. Besides you will all know where I sent them oh, in about eight to ten years time. Time works differently into the Twisting Nether. You just have to be patient, young one.", Illidan smiled knowingly.
"So you have nothing else going on here in Karabor?", Phaedra asked the Demon Hunter.
"Not anymore. My work here is done. I sent my Demon Hunters on their mission, Kil'Jaeden has lost his interest in me, and even if he does show up, my army is ready for him.", Illidan shook his head.
"I hate to be the bearer of ill news Illidan, but there are no Illidari left in this temple. Those who we did not defeat, either fled or surrendered to us. You are all alone here.", Phaedra bit her lower lip as she informed him.
"Those bastards! How could they do that to me, after all I did for them!", Illidan roared.
"Perhaps because they realized that you were raving mad, Illidan?", a new voice piped in. Illidan spun around. His large body jerked backwards in surprise as he realized who it was.
"Maiev, how is this even possible?", he stammered.
"What do you mean, Illidan?", Maiev asked him bewildered as she approached him.
"You're supposed to be back in Azeroth, safe in the Barow Deeps at Mt Hyjal, and not here, at this Elune forsaken place.", he whispered.
"Are you serious? Only yesterday, you had me up here, where you fucked me three days from Tuesday. You send for me everyday, and we play a little role reversal. You're the warden, and I am the prisoner. You told me that it was only fair for you to see to my biological needs during my incarceration here, since I was very diligent in my duties to you and satisfied all of yours for ten thousand years. You said that our conjugal visits were the highlight of your day. All the fel magic in this place, must have finally shattered your tiny grasp on reality. You must have gone completely insane, if you forgot about that. Well, I should have expected that when you started telling everyone that you have defeated Arthas.", Maiev whispered at him.
"What are you talking about Maiev. I did defeat Arthas, how can you say such a thing. And I would definitely not have forgotten about our conjugal visits. You are very memorable, our encounters were always very passionate, I have never come out of them without several deep scratches on my back, and bite marks on my neck and shoulders", Illidan protested. Maiev removed her helm. She walked behind him, removed her gloves and run her fingers on his broad back and shoulders.
"You mean like those? Some of them are as recent as yesterday, surely the old ones from the Barow Deeps would have healed by now. And coming back to the Arthas issue, why would you be hiding from Kil'Jaeden and raising an army against him, if you had succeeded in your task to defeat the Lich King?", she whispered at him. Illidan closed his eyes and leaned towards her, enjoying her hands on his bare back, but also furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Things were falling into place for him. Why would he be hiding here, if he had succeeded in his mission? Why is Maiev's touch not just a distant memory? Didn't he have pinned up against this very wall only yesterday, moving inside her in wild abandon, growling and grunting like an animal, while she dug her boot heals on his rear, holding on to his shoulders for dear life, sinking her nails and fangs in them, screaming his name over and over again. Didn't he sink his fangs in her neck, claiming her as his? Didn't she do the same? He can still taste her sweet blood in his mouth. He turned around to face her. He traced a finger over the twin puncture marks on her neck. He did the same on his. Both very recent. Both very fresh. He frowned.
"By the light of Elune Maiev, what is happening to me? What is real, and what is not? Have I really turned into a half demon, or am I still at the Barow Deeps with you?", he whispered as he cupped her face. Maiev smiled at him.
"You are not in Hyjal anymore Illidan. You are in Outland and you did turn into a half demon. Everything that has happened was real, except for your victory over Arthas. You did go to Northrend, you almost succeeded in defeating that bratty whelp and destroying the Lich King. As I understand it, the fight was glorious, you were about to win. But you spent too much time toying with him and left your self open to his attack. You flew up in the air, raising your glaives and leaving your chest open, taunting him. And despite his massive size and weight of his armor, he managed to jump up high and cut your chest open with that accursed rune blade of his. It almost killed you. Kael and Vash brought you back to the temple. You were fighting for your life for weeks. And you were never quite the same after that. But you will be, if you let me help you.", Maiev whispered back and caressed his black stubble.
"And how are you going to do that, Dalah'surfal?", he asked her. Maiev choked up at the sound of the coveted words, the ones that only in her dreams she hoped that he might someday say.
"Come with us, my love, leave this corrupted place forever. Meet the leaders of the Draenei, the Horde and the Alliance, explain your actions. I am sure that they will understand and let us return to Azeroth if you cooperate with them.", she begged him. Illidan nodded and kissed her deeply. He then turned towards the Horde Champions.
"Very well, let's do this. Heroes, lead the way, we are going home. Akama, you want this temple so much? You can have it, it is ruined beyond repair anyway. I did my best to reverse the damage, even tried to create a new well of Eternity with the vials I had left, but there is too much fel energy poring out of every hole and crevice of this place and this entire damn valley in general.", he shrugged, and followed the Horde champions down at the entrance of the temple, holding Maiev's hand.
"Hey Phaedra, how did you manage to defeat young Kael? He is quite powerful and very resourceful.", he asked the young Ranger.
"We sabotaged the mana forges. As soon as they were cut off from the sauce, they all dropped like flies from the magical withdrawal. They are only now slowly waking up. Imagine their surprise when they find them selves back in Silvermoon city with no idea how they got there.", she called back, and Illidan roared with laughter.
Present Day
Phaedra was fidgeting inside her Death Knight's armor. She felt very uncomfortable appearing in it before her former sovereign and his old master, knowing that both have suffered at the hands of the supreme leader of the Death Knights and everything that is unholy. She at least decided against wearing her helm, fastening around her hair a silver circlet with a lapis stone in the middle. She thought about wearing robes or her Ranger's uniform, but she was neither a civilian nor a Ranger anymore. She was a Death Knight of the Ebon Blade now, and she intended on fulfilling her role as the representative of her new faction. She walked up the ramp to the Sunfury Spire, ignoring the curious and sometimes threatening looks she got from the royal guards stationed on either side of the red carpet leading to the throne room. Rommath was walking right next to her, never letting go of her hand. He was even more nervous than Phaedra, he used to be part of Kael's inner circle of close friends and advisers, he had followed the Prince everywhere, from the time when he was just a Mage apprentice in Dalaran, to when Kael sent him back to Silvermoon city from Shadowmoon Valley, to teach their people how to siphon mana out of lesser magical beings. He was not looking forward to this meeting. Last time he saw Kael and Illidan, was at the Black Temple, and they were all in good turns. But since then, he had turned his back on them both, and even co-signed the order of their execution, along with Lor'themar and Halduron. He had no choice, although he was very loyal to the prince and respected Illidan greatly, he was duty bound to his people. And he had realized that Kael was leading them to ruin with Illidan's help. He avoided visiting those two during their stay at the Sunfury Spire, while they were confined to their quarters under heavy guard, but now he had to face them both. He was dreading their reaction upon seeing him. He wondered who was going to be the first one to strike him down. Was it going to be Illidan with his glaives, or Kael with a fire spell? He sighed and tightened his grip on Phaedra's hand. At least she was here, by his side. This brought him much comfort. He felt like he was ready to face everything, as long as he felt her comforting presence next to him. They were outside the throne room now. The guard announced them both.
"Grand Magister Rommath Bloodfury and Lady Phaedra Brightwing", she shouted and the doors opened for them. Phaedra caught her breath as soon as she saw Kael'Thas. Last time she saw him, he was a puddle of mess, sprawled on the floor of Tempest Keep unconsious, sweat coating his beautiful face. His hair was a matted and tangled mess, drenched by the sweat of his withdrawal fever. He was very thin and deathly pale. He looked like the living dead. Which was quite ironic since now she was the one who was undead, and he looked great. The six months he spent away from Tempest Keep and back at Silvermoon city, did wonders to his appearance. He had gained weight, his skin color was once more peachy and his hair was silky and emaculate again. He was now standing next to Lor'themar, back straight, hands clasped behind his back, looking as regal as ever. His eyes widened in surprise and he lost his color, as soon as he realized that Phaedra was now a Death Knight. He threw all etiquette out the window and moved towards her in long strides.
"By the Sunwell, Phaedra! What happened to you? What did that bastard do to you?", he roared as he pulled her into his arms. Phaedra hugged her former sovereign back. She was moved by his concern. It reminded her of the old, sweet and caring Kael, who used to bounced her on his lap when she was little, as he told her stories and showed her magic tricks. Not the cold, uncaring magic junkie that he became while in Outland.
"I was turned, Kael.", she managed to whisper as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"That fiend! Is there no limit to his wickedness? How could he do that to you? To his...", he was cut off by a roar coming from the open terrace door, as Illidan almost flew to their position, ripped her off Kael's embrace, and pulled her in his arms.
"Phaedra, it's great to see you again. Where have you been?", he frowned and pulled her away from his arms momentarily to try and determine why her aura was much darker now. "Something's wrong, it's you, yet it's not you anymore. You are something more now, something extraordinarily powerful, fueled by dark magic. Runic magic actually, judging by the color of your eyes. And you are immortal, and a tad...colder."
"I am Death Knight, Illidan. I died three months ago, and was raised as an elite soldier of the Scourge.", she informed the Demon Hunter, as she hugged him back.
"Was it that bastard Arthas who killed you, Phaedra?", Kael asked, and Illidan roared in fury upon hearing that his and Kael's arch-nemesis was probably responsible for his friend's dark fate. Phaedra smiled and shook her head.
"No, he didn't kill me. The Scarlets did, by poison. Under a flag of truce.", Phaedra replied.
"And how did you end up being a Death Knight? Surely Arthas had something to do with this.", Illidan countered.
"In all fairness, Arthas tried to save me. He found me dying in an abandoned stable, and carried me in his own arms to Acherus, where he summoned an Amani Shaman to heal me. He threatened to kill him and his people if he failed to save my life. It was only my intervention that spared them all. The Shaman could not save me. I succumbed to the poison very fast and died in Arthas' arms. And then he raised me as a Death Knight.", Phaedra explained.
"Why don't you start from the beginning, Phaedra. What were you doing with the Scarlets in the first place? Those people are even worse than that inbred bigot, Garithos. And what were you forced to do while you were under the Lich King's thrall.", Kael inquired. And for the second time in two days, Phaedra retold her. She spared them no details, except for the night she spent with Arthas. She was aware though, that they will find out soon enough. She did after all screamed about it to Arthas at Light's Hope Chapel. And Paladins gossip, a lot. She knew that first hand. She wasn't sure whose reaction she feared the most. A day ago, she feared that this kind of information would just crush the ruling Triumvirate, especially Rommath, now that they were a couple. But now she was more concerned about Kael's and Illidan's reactions. They hated Arthas even more that the other three men in her life, and their powers were terrifying. Would they blame her? Would they understand that while under the Lich King's thrall, she was in no position to deny him anything? But she wasn't completely truthful with her self, though. She still loved Arthas very much, despite everything he has done. He may be a Death Knight now. He may be the Lich King. He may be responsible for the near annihilation of her people and the Sunwell, but to her he was still her shinning Paladin Prince, trapped between the whispers of Frostmourne who stole his soul, and that corrupted wraith of an Orc Shaman. But they can never know. It would crush them. Kael and Illidan were stunned by the time she finished her story. Kael hugged her again, while Illidan rubbed her back in sympathy.
"All right, I completely understand the fact that the Lich King bestowed upon you his anger, cruelty and vengeance and then unleashed you upon the Scarlets. I even understand his cruelty towards them and his desire to annihilate them all. Hell, they deserve it. But why would he try to save you? Why try keeping you alive, when he could just have waited until you died from the poison or just kill you with his own sword? Why summon a Shaman to save you? Why did take such a special interest in you? You are a powerful and cunning warrior, to go to such lengths to maintain the perceived frailty of your mortality makes no sense. It seems more personal. Did he know you from the time before he was corrupted by Frostmourne?", Illidan asked. Kael chuckled.
"Of course he knew her, and very well I might add. All of her life actually. She is his wife and mother of his children.", he informed the Demon Hunter.
"WHAT...?", Illidan roared. Phaedra flinched. That was not the way she wanted the half demon to discover this particular detail of her past.
"Ex-wife, actually, I divorced him after we learned that he returned from Northrend, murdered his father and then preceded to destroy his kingdom. Your own father signed and sealed that decree, Kael.", she protested.
"But I remember him declaring that he did not recognize my father's authority, and in his eyes, you will always be his bride. At least that's what you told me when I arrived from Dalaran to find this kingdom in ruins.", Kael pointed out.
"Who cares what he thinks? Lordaeron was destroyed and so was any record of us ever getting married. The marriage decree with our signature and king Terenas' royal seal and signature burned along with everything else in the Capital. And I recognize king Anasterian's authority. He even presided over the divorce hearing.", Phaedra shook head as she remembered Arthas' reaction when she screamed across the battlefield at Tranquillien that she had divorced him.
"YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE, PHEA.", he roared, as he deflected the barrage of arrows that she, and the rest of the Rangers shot at him.
"But how did you ever get married to that conceited bastard in the first place Phaedra? I thought that you had better sense than that.", Illidan demanded.
Six years ago
After the battle at Zul'Aman, Arthas planed to take his time courting Phaedra and wait until she was ready and went to him, but the fates had something different installed for them. The Amani were once again defeated and pushed back into their lands. Now the High Elven and Human soldiers were celebrating in the camps. Alcohol was running free, boars were roasting over the fires, and Elven and Human females were dancing half naked around them, drunk with ale and their victory over the Trolls. Even drunker males were sitting on mats around them, completely enthralled by them, their eyes following every swing of their hips. Hormones were running wild, libidos were skyrocketing, the Elves and the Humans have secured the survival of their species, by eliminating a major threat and now, another primal need was demanding attention. The seductive dance of the girls, became even more frantic, they beckoned at their chosen mates and they complied to the calling of the sirens. One by one the men would join in the dance, pulling the girls in their arms, swinging their hips in sync with them, ravaging their lips and eventually, lifting them over their shoulders, and taking them to their tents. It did not matter whether the chosen mate was Elven or Human. Tonight was all about satisfying basic carnal needs and Elves did not differ from Humans, when it came to mating. Halduron was the first to rise and approach the dancing Eonys, and was soon carrying her to his tend, unable to contain himself around her any longer. More followed suit.
"What's happening Arthas, where is Hal and Eonys?", Phaedra asked Arthas, as she sat down next to him. She slept through the whole afternoon after the battle, to recover from her great fall, and had just woke up and bathed at the pond close to the camp. She took a piece of meat and bread from a platter that a young squire brought before, and a flagon of ale from another one. Arthas pointed at the fire pit where a drunk and lustful Halduron was holding Eonys by her hips, swinging his against hers, while grinding his knee between her legs. Eonys had her hands wrapped around his broad shoulders, her face flushed, as she stared deep into his blue eyes. Suddenly, Hal wrapped one of her knees around his wast, puling her even closer as he dipped his head and kissed her deeply, while continuing to grind his pelvis against hers. Eony's breathing was coming out in rugged breaths, her breast heaved from the heat of her desire for Halduron and sweat was running down her neck and between her breasts. Halduron noticed it, he dipped his head lower and licked the falling drop from her breast all the way up to her neck. Eonys closed her eyes and arched her back at him. Encouraged by her reaction, her betrothed placed both of his hands on her round rear and lifted up against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he crushed his lips on her, while continuing to move against her. He then broke the kiss, threw her over his shoulder and moved towards his tend in large strides. Phaedra blushed at this, while Arthas had a huge grin plastered at his face. Everywhere he looked, all the Elves were doing the same thing, and now Humans were slowly joining them. He turned to his blushing betrothed.
"So do you know how dance like that Phae?", he asked her as he gave her one of his trademark smiles and winked.
"Of course I do Arthas, who do you think taught Eonys?", Phaedra gave him a wicked grin and stood up. She was dressed just like the other girls. Two shear pieces of heavy white linen, one hanging around her hips and half way down her thighs, the other wrapped over her shoulders crisscrossing over her breasts in front of her and tied in a knot behind her neck. Arthas' eyes widened as he took in his fiances attire. It did not leave much to the imagination. The only thing holding her "skirt" together was a string around her hips, exposing them to the world, since the cloth was split into two parts, one covering the front and the other the back, living two slips on ether side of her hips. Arthas was almost positive that Phaedra was going commando. She was definitely not wearing a bra, he could see the nipples outlining the fabric of her top. His sea green eyes drunk in the large breasts, the exposed toned waist and the long perfectly shaped calves and thighs, not covered in leather for once. She was bare footed, and had a naval piercing, completing thus, her heathen attire. She turned around, tossing her long red hair over her shoulder. It fell down to her waist and swung along with her hips, as she walked towards the fire. Arthas became mesmerized by their sway and the roundness of her perky toned rear. She finally stopped walking and turned around, giving him another wicked smile. With that, she threw her hands in the air, lacing them together and started dancing, moving her hips in the rhythm of the music, her eyes never living his. Arthas took another swing of his ale and wiped the sweat from his eyebrow. This was not Phaedra, this was the heathen goddess of seduction herself, sent here to lure him into a night of decadence and debauchery, where the only thing in the word that mattered was the satisfaction of his primal lust and passion for the siren before him. Phaedra had dropped her hands on her hips and started swinging them in slower round moves. His eyes followed the fluid motion of her stomach, as the naval piercing jingled for him, like a bell calling him to her. Phaedra hands had now moved to her bottom, as she moved around and started swinging her hips muck faster, as the tempo of the music increased. Arthas was floored by that, he wanted to run up to her, lower her on the ground, and take her right then and there. The music slowed down again, Phaedra turned around and beckoned at him with both her hands, to come to her. Arthas stood up, and with two long strides he was before her, grabbing her hips and pinning them against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked deep into his lust clouded eyes, while starting to move her hips against his, following the rhythm of the music. She spread her legs enough for his knee to slide between them and coaxed him to start grinding it against her. He was right, she was not wearing any underwear, he felt the heat of her core and the moisture as soon as he moved his knee against her. She whimpered, and he gave her a feral grin, kissing her deeply. She moaned as his hands moved to her rear, squeezing them and started to move faster with the music. He pulled one her legs around his waist, copying Halduron's actions from before, and moved even faster. Phaedra closed her eyes and moaned again, as she arched her back at him. He ground his knee harder, and traced his thumb up and down her spine. That was it for Phaedra, he body tensed, her back arched even more and she threw her head up, ready to scream to the world her ecstasy. Luckily, Arthas saw in her eyes that she was about to be thrown over the edge and crushed his lips on hers. She rode the waves of her orgasm straddled around his waist, moving against him, as his mouth ravaged hers. When she crushed back down to Earth, Arthas looked down at her with eyes darkened by unmasked lust.
"I'm taking you to my tent!", he growled, sending chills down her spine, and threw her over his shoulder, covering the small distance between the fire and his tent in five long strides. As soon as he dropped the flap of the tent behind him, he gently placed her down to her ground and gave her a searing kiss.
"Are you ready for this, Phae?", he asked, praying to the Light and whatever deity could hear him, for her to say yes.
"I've been ready for this for years, Arthas. I was just waiting for you to finally ask.", she looked up at him and smiled, the lust in her eyes matching his own. With a feral grow, Arthas captured her mouth and took her breath away. One hand tagged the knot behind her neck, while the other pulled the string around her hips. Both fabrics dropped to the ground, leaving Phaedra completely exposed before her fiance. Arthas gasped at her naked beauty.
"By the Light Phaedra, my goddess, my seductress, you mean to kill me with this body of yours.", he whispered again as he run his hands over her naked curves. Phaedra made work with leather vest and trousers, they were soon on the floor in a tangled mess, along with his boots. It was Phaedra's turn to gasp at his perfect body, but even more so at his girth and length. He was massive. She did not have time to contemplate on his generous endowment, for Arthas pushed her down to sleeping mat, and climbed on top of her. He captured her mouth again, and let his hands roam free over her body. He trailed kisses down her jaw and neck, and caught a nipple with his mouth while her other nipple was rolled between his fingers, She moaned and arched her back to him, and he captured her other nipple with his mouth. After giving it the same treatment, he moved his mouth down to her stomach and dipped his tongue on her naval, swirling it around the loop of her piercing.
"Oh Arthas, you are killing me.", Phaedra moaned. Arthas snorted.
"Ha! I'm about to explode here trying to make your first time memorable and painless, sweetheart!", he scoffed.
"Carry on, babe", was all she said, and let him do his job. Arthas chuckled and proceeded to trace hot kisses down her body, and dipping his head between her legs. Phaedra screamed when his mouth touched her sex. Arthas didn't mind, all that could be heard from the camp tonight were the moans and screams of its adult occupants. He kissed, licked and slightly nipped her nub, as his middle finger found her entrance and proceeded to invade it. A second finger found its way in and helped the first draw moans of pleasure from Phaedra. Soon, Arthas' clever mouth and fingers, proved to be too much for the poor maiden, who arched her back, threw her head back, and screamed her pleasure into the night, toes curling and fists grabbing Arthas' golden mane. Within seconds Arthas moved up her body, settled himself between her legs, and with a swift thrust, he was inside her. Phaedra was still in the clutches of her previous rupture, so she only felt his massive size, stretching her walls to their fullest. Arthas allowed her some time to get used to his size and started moving inside her in slow, long thrusts.
"Light, Phae! What are you doing to me?", he grunted as he felt her inner walls squeezing him tight, threatening to make him shoot his load inside her, before his time.
"It's more like what you are doing to me Arthas. By the Light, I never believed that sex can be so good, even from the first time.", Phaedra whimpered.
"It is, when you are with the one you love.", Arthas moaned and started to move with faster and more powerful thrusts. Phaedra's small yelps and screams of pleasure filled the tent. She was getting close now, Arthas could feel it. He increased his pace to the fullest and moved inside her with wild abandon. Phaedra arched her back again and screamed her name, while her inner walls pulled on Arthas sensitive skin forcing him to shoot his load deep inside her as he roared into the night.
"Wow...", Phaedra whispered.
"That was...", Arthas whispered back.
"Amazing...!", they both said and chuckled in each other's throat. Arthas pulled out of Phaedra, and rolled off her, pulling her over him and nestling her under his arm.
"Lets rest a bit, my love. This is going to be a very long night.", he whispered and kissed the top of her head, as he pulled a sheet over them. Phaedra sighed in contentment in his arms, grateful that she heeded Eonys warning about the victory celebration, and took a contraceptive potion. Six months later, she was walking down the isle of the Lordaeron Cathedral of Light, all dressed in white, holding Halduron's elbow, while Arthas stood next to the Archbishop of Lordaeron, grinning at the fact that the heavenly vision approaching him, should not be wearing that color on her wedding day. 'Though she looks great in it, that little minx.'
Present Day
"Oh, he had his uses, Illidan", Phaedra gave the Demon Hunter a knowing smile and sighed at the memories of their frantic couplings.
