Author's Note: Well hellooooo! So after posting the last chapter I got a flood of reviews and while I said not to expect this kind of generosity again… I am a sucker. So here you go.

To MMiladinova: I am glad you are pleased with my writing in something I honestly have little experience with. And you are right, I do overuse the word milked. Thanks for enlightening me to that. I'll work on finding more adjectives. As for the bond between Arthas and Invincible… When I read it in the book their bond I swear I fell in love with him. I cried like a baby when he died.

To Fragile Dream: I am glad to see how much you enjoyed my work and how alike we are. The closest I had to a like minded friend before I started posting was my beta reader and she sees Arthas as a brother figure. Therefore she would skip all the sex scenes when reading.

To everyone else: Enjoy this reward!

Chapter 10 ~ Travel

Arthas sat inside his somewhat cluttered study and stared at the floor deep in thought. He was to leave for business in the shadow vault in a few hours and he has yet to decide what to do with his pet. Should he bring her along or leave her here? If he brought her he'd need another steed, more supplies, and he may have to account for her when factoring time. He supposed leaving her behind would be the more responsible decision. After all he survived all these years quite well without her to pour his wine and suck his cock. He could survive without her for a few nights dammit. Once this conclusion was reached he resumed his paperwork before searching for Gelith. He was sure the knight could be trusted with his mage.

"Milord?" Gelith questioned with a respectful bow.

"While I am attending to business within the shadow vault I will leave the mage in your care…" He answered. "I expect her to remain untouched while I am gone."

"I will never sample her without your permission." Gelith responded slightly defensively.

"Good."

From there he went to his room and packed what he needed. He could have had servants do it, but he preferred to pack for himself. It was the best way to ensure he had what he needed. He then headed to the stables, making sure to bypass the 'den' where his mage was currently bathing… or whatever they did in there. He partially wanted to tell her goodbye, but he knew if he saw her he would be tempted to bring her with him. Invincible nickered at the sight of him and Arthas smiled slightly at the beast. He was early but he felt Invincible needed grooming. The horse was mostly bone, but what little flesh still had a rather nice coat of hair that he needed to maintain. As he brushed his steed he noticed the horse looking around, like he was searching for the mage that should have accompanied his rider. He then sighed and started nipping Arthas for treats, and snorted happily when he was rewarded with one. Arthas sighed in mild amusement as he stroked the smooth bare bone between Invincible's glowing eyes. He was amused when his companion began showing more excitement as he saddled him before walking him out of the stables into the open yard. He rode the unnecessary energy out of his steed as the others began saddling their steeds and preparing for the journey. Once Invincible had calmed enough they stood and waited before the caravan began their trek.

The journey only took half the day, but Arthas felt the hours drag on as his thoughts kept drifting to Evirah. He wondered what she would do during her time without him to serve. Gelith no doubt would have thought of something for her to do to occupy herself. Would she remain sleeping in his room during his absence or would she stay elsewhere at night? He wasn't sure how but his mind wandered until he was consumed of thoughts of her writhing beneath him, skin flushed pink as her head rolled and she moaned for him. Before long he became both thankful and regretful of the plate armor concealing and painfully restricting his arousal. Every stride Invincible took filled him with dull pain he carefully concealed from the others. Luckily they arrived at their destination within the hour. Unluckily people kept pestering him and it was fairly late in the night before he was left alone, and by then the swelling had abated. He went to bed and struggled to find the sleep he needed. Once it was captured his dreams were invaded by dark hair and pale skin calling for him. After hours of this torture he awoke in the early morning with a painful tent in his sheets. He groaned in aggravation and with his firm hand sought to end the torture. It was only with thoughts of her that he began to feel success building as he pumped his length faster and faster. He leaned his head back and with closed eyes imagined her sitting astride him… her breasts heaving with each movement as she rode him… the sight of his hardness disappearing within her swollen folds and pulling back out glistening in her sweet nectar… her stomach undulating as she swirls her hips… her wails to the heavens as her walls suck his length and she rides him with wild abandon.

Arthas grunted and groaned as his cock swelled and pulsed in his clenched, pumping fist and his pearly seed shot out, spattering the sheets stretched before him. He sighed and caught his breath before slowly walking into his temporary bathroom and gently cleaning himself off. While his self-attention had taken care of the problem, it had not completely satisfied him. He still craved her flesh. This irritated him to no bounds. She was to relieve his tension and strengthen his focus, and she was instead making it worse. The fucking witch has cursed him with an addiction to flesh.

He tried to keep a level head as he attended to business throughout the day, but he found himself snapping needlessly at everyone. During the evening meal he was irked to see one of his knights being served by his own pet. It served to remind him his suffering was his own fault. The whore even had the same hair color as his damn mage. He went to his quarters later that night with an unhindered scowl and growled in aggravation when he detected a foreign scent within. Sure enough he opened the door to someone inside, but not quite what he had expected.

The dark haired servant woman lay in his bed, uncovered by sheets or clothes, her legs spread and womanhood exposed to him as she bit her finger teasingly at him. He stopped in the doorway and glared questioningly at her. She seductively stood and sauntered over to him.

"My master has seen your struggle and has sent me to alleviate your tension…" She purred as she stroked his chest before kneeling and beginning to attempt to open his pants. Arthas stopped her with a hand in her hair, pulling her head back.

"And if I refuse the 'offer'?" he asked with a raised and aggravated brow.

"He… he forbade my return unless my cunt was swollen and filled with your seed." She whimpered, looking fearful for the first time in his presence. He paused and considered the situation. He had a similar offer many years back and had found a way of refusing that woman without condemning her. He was a different man then, and certainly less tempted by his current dire need. He released the woman's hair and made no move to stop her as she attempted to satisfy him. Throughout their act Arthas found himself comparing this woman to his mage. From behind it was a close enough match, except for the marking. A flaw remedied by careful hand placement as he thrust into her. She was also less tight than his inexperienced mage, but exploring a tighter cavern fit him better and allowed the eventual release.

"Did… did I satisfy you, My Lord?" the woman panted with a satisfied and knowing tone in her voice. With those words the illusion of his mage before him was shattered. He swiftly removed himself, earning a mild gasp of pain from the female and he turned to his bathroom.

"Get out." He commanded. The woman felt the warning in his voice and she quickly scrambled to her feet and gathered her garments from the floor. With only a second of hesitation answered by a warning glance from him did she scamper from the room. Arthas cleaned himself off but still felt soiled and even more aggravated than before. He was frustrated to realize that any woman would not satisfy him. Only is mage would suffice. He remained as tense after a night of no sleep and continued to snap at anyone and everyone until they saddled up and set off for the citadel during the midday light. He eagerly awaited his arrival back to his halls, knowing when they arrive it would be perfectly reasonable for him to head straight to his quarters where his mage would be waiting. And he knew just what he wanted to do with her…

Author's Note: Well someone was naughty! I bet some of you are shouting to the screen in what is probably best described as betrayal. I understand. But please keep in mind that he is the "Heartless" Lich King. It would be simply too easy for him to just snap to being the perfect man and lover. There must be angst. So hang in there! We're only 1/3 of the way there so there will be sweet moments after a while… Then more strife for the couple… Then peace… Then more strife…