Weeks passed since Illidan and Pyravia's deeply intimate encounter. The two still trained together, occasionally sending small , meaningful smiles or lingering touches when it was otherwise unnecessary. Pyravia's fel and chaos powers burst forth after she had consumed the dreadlord's heart, and Illidan took full advantage of this. He trained her in every possible, becoming deeply proud as he fashioned her into a weapon of rage and savage bloodthirstiness. Dusk fell, and the two stood in the center of the court, sparring with unmatched ferocity. Pyravia seemed much angrier in her attacks, especially when Illidan had to roughly force her back after she performed an exceptionally brutal Fel Rush. "Thero'shan, does something trouble you?", he inquired quietly, stowing his warglaives.

Pyravia took a long, ragged breath before dropping her blades with a loud clatter. "What have I done to anger you, my master?", she moaned, burying her face into her hands. "What in the name of Elune are you talking about?", he gaped, marching over to her, reaching out to take her face in his hands. She lightly slapped them away, he flinched at the uncharacteristic action. "Speak, Pyravia.", he ordered, his voice taking on the tone it did when he bellowed orders to the lowly naga.

"You have been so cold, so distant since that morning that we.. connected. Have I done something to anger you?", she asked softly, fearing to look up into her Shan'do's face, the craze of bloodlust gone from her. She heard Illidan sigh, and felt his palm against her cheek, urging her to look up into his eyes. "I feared you no longer felt the same, I did not want to press the matter further.", he explained dejectedly, looking down into Pyravia's blindfold. She reached up and cupped the hand he had placed on her cheek, leaning into his touch. "Dalah'surfal..", she whispered, offering a small grin to her lord and master. Illidan's eyes widened at the sound of the old Darnassian term of endearment, how beautiful it had been rolling off her tongue. "'My beloved one'", he sighed, translating from his native language, wrapping his arms tightly against Pyravia's newly-toned body, pressing her into his own. He heard her moan contentedly, bringing her arms around his muscled back, dragging a long, delicate finger up and down his spine. His breath hitched, a smirk playing at his lips as he hungrily kissed the younger elf. "Kenethil'surfas..", the master groaned into his Thero'shan's lips, her tongue flicking across the soft rims of his mouth. Their kisses intensified, until both were on the ground and Pyravia was dragging her nails down Illidan's back. He laid back, wings outstretched and flat, as she straddled her master's hips, a new firmness present and grinding between her legs. Illidan brought her face back to his, holding her head gently, kissing her deeply, slowly. Her hands traveled up and down his chest and hips, her heart thrumming like a hummingbird's.

They stopped for a moment, looking at each other, as Illidan wormed a talon underneath Pyravia's blind fold, slipping it off the top of her head. Her heavy, black locks fell around her face, no longer held back by the thick fabric. Her eyes were heavy lidded looking down at her lover, the felfire framed by midnight lashes. "Beautiful...", he murmured, raising his head to kiss her eyelids gently. "May I...", she trailed off, fingers traveling up her master's face to his ever-present blindfold. Illidan nodded slightly, allowing her to slide her fingers underneath, working it off over his high, Kal'Dorei tail of hair even darker than her own. His eyes... they were grander than she could have have ever expected. They burned with a fire that rivaled the very Hand of Gul'dan, etched into them were thousands of tiny runes drawn by Sargeras' own hand, in a language older than both of them could ever fathom.

"How long has it been since you removed that blasted thing in front of another person?", she questioned languidly, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb, gazing deeply into his magnificent fel-iron orbs. "Not since I received them, long before Azshara's betrayal and the Legion's invasion of the Well of Eternity..", he growled, memories of his early youth flooding back into his mind. She often forgot just how old the man she lay atop was, often forgetting the Night Elves' gift of immortality. The Blood Elves, though they aged slowly and often lived for thousands of years, still did not nearly reach the level that Night Elves already had.

"Dalah'surfal..", Illidan muttered, "Is this truly what you want?"

"It is.. I have not wanted anyone like you before, Illidan, not ever."

A warm smile pulled his lips taut, before he slammed his lips against hers with newfound passion, adoration even. They tangled their fingers in each other's hair, tongues lapping against each other's. Pyravia began to grind against Illidan's already hardened member, earning deep, rumbling moans from him. He gripped her harder than before, biting her lips, unable to keep from thrusting his hips up towards her. She ground slowly , tantalizingly, watching Illidan's eyes glow in lust. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, kissing him gently as he untied the top of her leather armor, letting it fall away, revealing her small breasts. They too had the wicked spikes of arcane tattoos covering them, the pink of her nipples standing out brightly against the lime green. She ground harder, slower against him, starting to moan herself as Illidan's member against her still-clothed sex.

He raised his hands to her hips, grabbing them firmly, his talons digging into her soft skin, leaving small scratches as he tugged off her leggings, throwing them behind him unceremoniously. She grabbed one of his massive horns to support herself, receiving several kisses on her abdomen and hips. She soon let go and scooted down his legs, dragging his pants off as she moved downwards, pressing butterfly kisses to his legs until she hit where the demonic satyr's legs began. With a twitch of his hoof, he tossed his pants to the side, then flipped so Pyravia was on her back , on the stone floor of the Black Temple. She grabbed his member eagerly, spreading her legs widely, wincing and gasping as he pressed himself into her without warning.

Further and further he went, her toned legs wrapping around his hips tightly as he folded his wings to his back as closely as he could. "Wait..", she said, breathing heavily and bringing a hand to Illidan's face. "Yes, my Thero'shan?", he asked lovingly, gazing down at the Sin'Dorei below him. "I.. won't get pregnant, will I?", she worried aloud, grip on her lover's face tightening. Illidan kissed the tip of her nose softly. "No, the fel has rendered the both of us sterile.", the master reassured, before thrusting harshly into his beloved. She moaned and yelped loudly, digging her nails into her teacher's shoulders, her lips in a fiery lock with his.

With each thrust, deep, purring groans escaped from him. He arched his back upwards, as Pyravia grabbed his horns once more, moaning loudly as he bit her nipples and tender neck. He thrust himself into her over and over, relishing in the way she cried out, the way she arched herself forward from the sensation of him within her.

"Illidan...", she murmured, tightening her grip on the master's horns. He dragged a sharp talon down her spine, kissing her neck as she gasped. "Dalah'surfal...", he groaned into her skin, thrusting slower and stronger. He dragged his tongue up her neck, kissing underneath Pyravia's jaws, listening to the way her breath hitched. One of her ram's horns scraped up the side of his face, drawing a small amount of blood. The bright green liquid slid down his jaw, where Pyravia eagerly licked it up, kissing the wound with adoration, arms wrapping around her beloved's neck.

They laid for hours with each other, coming as close to the edge as they could, then stopping only to start again. Finally, Pyravia cried out for relief, and the two fell over the edge in unison, groaning their partner's name in pure ecstasy and bliss.