~CHOICES~

In the fall of the year in which Eelesia and Acreon come of age, the otherworldly creature known as Ceraloni set foot on Azerothian soil for the first time in many centuries. She walked at night, garbing herself in the atire of a simple high elven ranger. With such clothing, anyone who saw her would not think to look closer.

If she were the sort of lesser being who was bothered by such things, Ceraloni might have found the cumbersome layers of dark leather very irritating. After all, it was only the third time in her very long life that she'd worn more than the mantle of ultrathin green netherweave. Having her body so encased might have been downright distracting, if she were the sort of lesser being who was bothered by such things.

Adjusting her hood around her elven ears for the hundreth time, Ceraloni peered down into the mountain pass.

There was nothing to see with mortal eyes, but Ceraloni was not mortal. Leaping from her perch high in the rocks, she landed nimbly in the center of the road. She stood exactly where her missing Felpod had closed in on its target, and then...

A primal growl of fury escaped Ceraloni's throat.

Concentrating, she could follow the Felpod's path with her higher sences to the inch. She could almost see it lower itself and reach out for a flimsy spark of human life. Nothing was abnormal about any of it until, just as the Felpod was about to engulf its prey, it just ceased. Gone. Winked out of existance.

A very mortal chill crawled up Ceraloni's spine.

She wasn't used to encountering things she didn't understand. For a being of her power, surprises simply weren't a part of daily life. When one must deal with the unknown so little, that primal fear of the unknown is left to fester and grow into something truly dangerous.

Ceraloni was frightened, and unacustomed as she was to fear, it twisted within her, knawing and all-consuming.

Standing alone in that mountain pass, she was quite aware of her own obsession forming. She knew that discovering the unknown force behind this mystery would consume her from that moment on.

In her head, she ran through the handful of faces she'd seen in the returned Felpod's memories. It wasn't much, but it was the only lead she had.

The humans were traveling south, most likely towards the only major city in that direction, Stormwind.

Ceraloni blurred into motion, skimming the ground so that from a distance it would look like she was running. Of course, that illusion would only hold to a certain point, as she was moving more quickly than any humanoid being could run.

As she moved, Ceraloni mentally cursed the misfortune that the missing Felpod's counterparts had not looked with more than a passing glance at the one that was gone. No matter, even if it took her countless years, she would find someone who had seen what happened, even if she had to tear the soul out of every mortal on Azeroth.

Acreon lay with one hand behind his head, stroking Eelesia's hair with the other while she idly kissed the skin of his chest. She had one leg hitched up over his waist as she lay beside him. Acreon's seed oozed from her sated loins, running down onto the bed between them.

They were fully grown now, two perfectly matched lithe and pale bodies, lean and limber from their continuing acrobatics as they roamed the city afoot. Acreon had taken to burning the hair off his body, so that now, at eighteen, he was hairless from neck to toe; it had stopped growing back after a year or two. Eelesia also had not a strand of hair below her head, but it was without effort in her case. Supposedly that was abnormal, but neither lover had given it much thought.

"Did I tell you what I heard from one of my students today?" Acreon asked idly.

"No," Eelesia murmured into his chest, then pushed herself up to look at him. "What?"

"His son was a soldier, on assignment to Lorderon," Acreon told her. "He returned from the north, apparently a deserter."

"Okay," Eelesia said.

Acreon chuckled. "Well the interesting part is the story he was telling. According to him, he ran off because his unit, under the command of none other than the Prince Arthas, was heading into Stratholme to commit genocide of all things."

Eelesia blinked at him. "Really?"

"That's what Hueth says his son says," Acreon replied.

"I can almost believe that," Eelesia said.

"Why?" Acreon wondered.

Eelesia smirked. "No one that popular can go long without developing a god complex."

Acreon laughed and it was only a touch bitter.

"I wonder what we should do with the royalties Jeyne sent this morning," Eelesia giggled.

"I told you your schematics would sell well," Acreon teased. "You've got a knack any gnome would kill for."

Eelesia blushed but gave him a smug smile. "Damn straight."

"We already have more gold than we know what to do with," Acreon mused. "I make more than my parents put together, teaching, and now your designs are getting all popular."

"Yeah," Eelesia said. "Thanks, by the way, for the pseudonym you suggested. It was a very good idea."

"Always shy," Acreon cooed with a grin.

Eelesia rolled her eyes a little and kissed him on the neck. In Gnomeregan, she was known as Ellie Exoverse, and the name was becoming quite valuable. She was sincerly glad that her true identity was not getting the attention, and not just because of worry about her quirk.

For some minutes more, Acreon lay idly stroking Eelesia's hair and skin. He glanced at the clock he'd helped Eelesia build when they were kids; its glowing red numbers pronounced midnight. With a sigh, Acreon began to disentangle himself from Eelesia.

She caught his arm. "Don't go."

"I have to," Acreon reminded her.

"Please?"

Acreon groaned, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. "I have to. You know I have to."

Eelesia fell back and rubbed her eyes. "I know."

"I love you."

"Just go, alright?"

"It's not like I want to go," Acreon grumbled. "You know I want to stay, but we promised we wouldn't take risks."

Eelesia didn't answer and only stared at the canopy of her bed. Her eyes glistened with unborn tears.

"Eelesia..."

She squeezed her eyes shut. "Go. Go to bed. I'm fine."

"You're lying," Acreon said simply, taking her hand.

"It should be true though!" Eelesia exclaimed suddenly. "I know perfectly well the reasons. Those two lives we took weigh on my conscience too! And I have so much! I have a great life and a promising finacial future and... you. I have you, maybe not quite as much as I'd like, but still, I should be happy!"

"I know," Acreon said. "It's wrong; it feels so wrong to leave you every night, but-"

"But I am cursed," Eelesia interupted. "Cursed!"

"You're not cursed, my love," Acreon said pleadingly. "Just special."

"Special," Eelesia snarled. "In a way that utterly blights an otherwise perfect existance. I am a burden to the man I love!"

"Never!" Acreon insisted. "You're my other half. Two bodies, one soul, remember? You are everything."

"Then stay," Eelesia whimpered.

Acreon opened his mouth to say, "Okay," but the word stuck. He tried to ignore the thoughts of what could happen the next day if he slept with her, but they flooded his mind and for a second he was back in that tunnel, bleeding helplessly on the ground while Eelesia was cornered.

Eelesia nodded at his silence, her jaw set, and threw his hand back at him. "Go to bed."

"Eelesia," Acreon implored.

"Get out!"

Acreon recoiled, wordless with hurt and worry. After retrieving his pants, Acreon left with a parting glance over his shoulder. Eelesia was facing the other way.

Eelesia wept into her pillow. She hadn't meant to shout at him, but once the subject had been hinted at, it was like a dam had crumbled and unleashed a torrent. Eelesia realized she was jealous of Acreon's magic. Jealous of the time it took from her. She must have been repressing the emotion for years.

"Sorry," she mouthed.

Eelesia cried herself to sleep, and then she dreamed.

An endless dark city, lit by flickering flames of fel fire, reached into a tumulous black sky split by flashes of tainted lightning. Neither the tops nor bottoms of any part of the jagged cityscape could be discerned. Towers rose into the blackness and below all faded into a sickly green glow.

There was an especially large tower that was somehow central to the scene. Demons of all shapes and sizes milled about on its spaceious balconies. Fel light burned within, lighting the great edifice with an eriee beauty.

Such was the sight of peace on Argus. At least, peace as far as demons knew the term.

A horrendous crack split the eternal night, echoing off through the city. A flash from within the citadel, muted by the solid metal skin of its walls, sprayed out white fire creating a disc of brilliance halfway up the tower.

Howls of rage and horror rose as one from the beings caught in the blast radius, and more again as the gargantuan upper half of the citadel creaked and shivered. With a great groaning like the dying cries of a god, the burnt level crumbled and miles of tower began to fall.

It happened very slowly; so large was the citadel that it played tricks on the eye. The upper half of the tower fell and split itself open on the severed tip of the lower half, peeling apart as the unfathomable weight of the miles-tall citadel forced it downward.

A swarm of dancing lights in various colors appeared around the falling tower. They looked like fireflies circling a mountain, but they were actually Eredar and Nathrazim sorcerers rushing to stop the catastrophy. For all their might, they were overmatched and the citadel continued to fall.

Then the sorcerers' lights began to wink out one by one. Dark blurs that revealed themselves to be nearly colorless pale Succubi collided with the straining demons and tore them out of the air. Normal Succubi would have found such powerful demons implaccable, but these were Her elite.

Aiding the Succubi were a flock of oddly shaped plantlike creatures that propelled themselves through the air like jellyfish. Perfected Wereflowers.

Eelesia looked to her right. Standing next to her on the same featurless metal disk, was a dead-eyed Acreon dressed only in a black loincloth. What was most off about it though, was how she looked down at him. Acreon had always been a few inches taller than her.

To her left was the willowy form of her six-armed second. The Shivan's gaze was fixed on the battle.

"Don't be so tense, Raesindra," Eelesia heard herself say in a voice that was not her own. "Your work shines with its success."

"Thank you, Mistress. I am proud."

A swooping blur resolved itself into the First of the pale Succubi. She hovered before them, her naked skin glistening with excitement and arrousal. A single droplet of wetness fell from between the Succubus' legs and rolled off the edge of Eelesia's disc.

"Initial resistance has been removed, my Ladies," the stark-white creature reported.

"Well done, Aala," Eelesia heard herself speak again. "Divide into threes and pacify all neighboring structures."

"At once," Aala chirped, folding her wings and twisting away into a glide back towards the still-collapsing citadel. A Nathrazim dreadlord lept at her from a tall window, but Aala spun so quickly that she was latched onto him before his first blow could fall. In a single motion, she layed his crotch bare and impaled herself on the demon's cock. In less than a second the dreadlord's eyes rolled back into his head as his cock shot fel seed into the pale Succubus.

Aala let go of the dreadlord and he fell limp from her arms, lifeless. The demon's seed trailed through the air behind Aala as her nimble wings powered her onward. It was an impressive display and thrilling to watch.

"Truely, you've done well for me," Eelesia heard herself say as her hand reached around to rest on the Shivan's hip.

Raesindra gasped in a very, very familiar way. Eelesia's arms pulled the demon into an embrace, and her lips went to the Shivan's. A count of seconds ticked in her mind like a clock. From their height, it took exactly four minutes to fall into the pits of slag at the very base of the city. After four minutes had passed, Eelesia's hands held the Shivan out at arm's length.

"Masterful," Eelesia heard herself say. "I shall remember you fondly. Goodbye, Raesindra."

And with that, Eelesia felt her arms give the demon a casual shove. Raesindra stumbled backwards, her arms grasping at empty air before she toppled over the side. She didn't scream at first, only stared into Eelesia's eyes with an expression of complete shock, and then betrayal and heartbreak, and finally terror.

Then it all was different.

Eelesia was herself, the fel city was gone, and it wasn't a strange demon she'd thrown to her death. In the last moments before that face, twisted with pain and shock, vanished into the abyss, it was Acreon.

Eelesia lurched out of bed screaming, "No!"

The dark blur that was her room at night resolved itself and Eelesia put her face in her hands. She took a deep breath to ease her pounding heart and began to cry again. The details of the dream were already fading, like so many other dreams, leaving only the very last image.

"Acreon..."

With a shakey breath, Eelesia threw off her covers and slipped to the floor. She was half-way into the hall before she remembered she was naked. She hesitated only a second, then went to Acreon's door and slipped into his room as quietly as she could.

Acreon was curled up on his side, fast asleep.

Eelesia changed her mind about waking him up when she saw him all peaceful like that. Instead, she pulled an extra blanket off the bed and threw it around herself. Snuggling into the soft fabric, Eelesia sank into the armchair and settled down to watch Acreon sleep.

So close, the longing to be in his arms was palpable, but after a short while Eelesia drifted off.

When she woke again, it was morning, and Acreon was already dressed, sitting cross-legged in the air beside her, the way he used to when they were younger. Eelesia met his gaze without moving, staring long into his brilliant purple eyes.

"I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm so sorry," she said finally.

Acreon only smiled. After a moment, Eelesia smiled back and Acreon set his feet on the floor and leaned down to kiss her. Eelesia closed her eyes and sighed. Acreon pulled her up into his arms and held her to him, resting his lips on her neck. He gently kissed her skin as Eelesia tightened her arms around him.

"You sort of had a point, though," Acreon told her.

"I did?"

Acreon shook his head. "My love, I find it amazing that you've never before wanted me to choose between you and my magic."

"Because you shouldn't have to," Eelesia insisted.

Acreon pulled back to look at her, becoming sombre. "But maybe I do have to."

"Acreon, no. I-"

"It's time for me to grow up, Eelesia," Acreon said firmly, then more softly added, "It's time for me to decide what kind of person I'm going to be."

Eelesia stared at him, fear plain on her face as her stomach twisted in knots. "You don't have to..."

Acreon held her face in his hands. "Yes I do," he murmured. "You need me to."

"No, Acreon..."

He kissed her, fearcely, crushing her to his chest. Slowly, Acreon let her go and turned to go.

"Where are you going?" Eelesia asked.

Acreon paused. "To say goodbye to my students."

Eelesia's heart almost stopped when he said that. He was going to choose her; of course he was. Relief and joy warred with guilt and anguish. With Acreon gone, she sank absently onto his bed.

When Acreon returned home that evening, he found Eelesia sitting alone in the workshop with some half-finished device held idly in her hands.

"I quit my job," Acreon announced with a grin.

Eelesia looked up at him sadly for a moment before dropping the hunk of metal and flying into his arms. "Acreon..."

"It's alright, Eelesia," Acreon said. "I've been thinking about this all day, and my mind is made up."

Eelesia looked at him for a moment. "About what?"

Acreon stepped back and took Eelesia's left hand in both of his and stared into her eyes. "Eelesia, I want to marry you."

Eelesia felt tears coming and fought them back. "Acreon, nothing would make me happier, but I can't ask you to give up what you are."

"You don't have to. I already have," Acreon replied with a grin. "I never really thought about it before, but now that I have, there is no doubt in my mind about what I cannot live without."

"But you're a prodigy!" Eelesia exclaimed. "You're destined to be one of the greatest mages of this age!"

"I'm destined to be your husband," Acreon told her. "This is my choice, Eelesia. It's what I want."

"Are you sure?" Eelesia asked weakly.

"Absolutely," Acreon replied softly, taking her face in his hands. "I love you."

Eelesia made a wordless noise and melted into his arms, closing her eyes and turning her face into his chest. Acreon rested his cheek on the top of her head and rocked them back and forth a little bit.

"So where would you like to live, my love?" Acreon murmured.

Eelesia giggled. "We're going to have to leave the city, huh."

"And make up a new surname for ourselves, I think," Acreon added. "The Kalistrak name is too well known, and too assosiated with magic."

"What are we going to tell Halia and Khet?" Eelesia wondered.

"That it's time we got out on our own," Acreon chuckled. "We could have the wedding itself here in the city. My mom and dad will never forgive us if we don't let them come."

Eelesia laughed. "Yeah."

The rest of that day was spent discussing the practical concerns of safely establishing their new life together. It was a delicate balancing act, to make sure there would be no cause for questions to be asked, and to make sure they wouldn't be recognized by anyone who knew Acreon to be magical.

They told Khet and Halia together. Halia positivly glowed with pride, and later when she was busy, Khet snuck back to give them tips on the practical arrangements.

That night, Acreon and Eelesia went to bed together in Acreon's room.

"Are you really sure about this?" Eelesia asked, turning to him naked as she dropped her panties onto the chair with her other clothes.

Acreon, already undressed and in bed, patted the sheet next to him. "I am."

Eelesia slid in next to him and pulled the covers up. His familiar warmth soaked into her. She ran her hand over his belly and down to grip his hardening shaft.

They rolled together into a spooning position, snuggling up together. He pulled her tight to his chest, sliding his hand onto her breasts.

"Mmmh," Acreon moaned as her warmth saturated him and he nuzzled her neck.

Eelesia reached down and pushed the the head of his cock into her folds, massaging the flesh and teasing herself with it. After a moment or two she was wet enough for it to slid in, and it did. Acreon thrust gently into her until he was burried, then went back to softly kissing her neck.

Eelesia sighed, clutching Acreon's hand to her chest, and closed her eyes. They drifted to sleep like that, Acreon's lips on her neck and his cock burried in her pussy, where it belonged.

That night was an important night, and not just for Eelesia and Acreon.

In the very same city of Stormwind, those with whom Eelesia and Acreon's fate is entangled reached turning points of their own.

For that was the night Ceraloni reached the city.

In her elven ranger disguise, she stalked up the Valley of Heroes, her shadow thrown sharp by moonlight. No one questioned her but the night guards watched her with wide eyes. She ignored them and strode into the city proper.

Even after dark the streets bustled. Ceraloni padded aimlessly, keeping careful watch for any of the faces she remembered from the caravan. She wandered along the canals, peering from beneath her hood into the face of anyone she passed.

For several hours, no one she passed looked familiar.

The streets grew quiet with the passing of midnight. Ceraloni continued her route through the city. She still hadn't found one face she recognized when she paused atop one of the canal bridges to think.

She turned her concentration inward, running through the short catalogue of faces in her mind again. Before she could finish though, she sensed a presence behind her.

"Ma'am?" a boyish voice asked.

Ceraloni checked to make sure that the illusion that paled her skin and hid the fire in her eyes was solid, and turned toward the sourse of the voice.

He was a bland-looking twenty-something man, wearing the plate armor of the City Watch. Ceraloni felt a thrill go through her. He was one of the men who'd been with the caravan! Quickly, she put a smile on her face and lifted her head.

The young guard's eyes widened in suprise as the moonlight revealed Ceraloni's inhuman beauty.

"Yes?" Ceraloni said.

"Um... Uh," the guard stammered, having completely forgotten his purpose. "I was just..."

Ceraloni slinked closer to the stunned human boy. He was of a height with her breasts, she noted. "What do you want?" she asked softly.

The boy stared at her leather-clad chest until he realized what he was looking at and jerked his eyes upward. He seemed to finally regain a little composure as he hurredly took a step backwards.

"What's your name, boy?" Ceraloni asked, her voice seductive.

Ceraloni's excitement and impatience were masked perfectly, but had there been no witnesses she would have tackled the human male into the sky, fucked him, and dropped his carcass into the ocean. But that would be rash and unessesary. Judging by how flustered he'd become at just the sight of her face, simply seducing him would be effortless and nearly as quick.

"My name?" he gulped. "Uh, Nicolas."

"Have you remembered what you wanted to say yet, Nicolas?" Ceraloni purred.

Nicolas stared, bewildered by the contradiction of her words and her tone. "Um, well," he began.

"It can't have been that important if you forget every time you see a pretty face," Ceraloni teased.

Nicolas blushed furiously. "Well, uh, see," he began, but the elven woman cut him off again.

"Do you live around here, Nicolas?" Ceraloni asked. "Would you maybe want to offer this weary traveler some refreshment?"

Ceraloni winked, and Nicolas completely forgot he still had an hour left of his shift. An unbidden grin split his face. "Uh, sure, my place is just over there," he stammered.

Ceraloni offered the young man her arm. He touched her with trembling hands and led her into Old Town. His apartment was modest and simple. Nicolas went to his cupboards in search of something to offer his guest. Ceraloni closed and sealed the door behind her, then dissolved her clothes.

Nicolas was busy rumaging, and didn't notice. "So, um, you're like a ranger, right?" he asked.

"Not really," Ceraloni purred.

"Oh." Nicolas filled two small mugs with something that might have been wine a year ago. He picked the mugs up and turned, saying, "I hope-"

He fell silent, rendered speechless by the sight of Ceraloni standing naked before him.

With a murmured spell, she dissolved his clothes and pulled him to her. She lifted him up like a child and jammed her tongue into his mouth.

Nicolas moaned like a wounded animal, nearly limp in Ceraloni's warm arms. She set him down again and pushed his face into her breasts, which he began to suckle eagerly.

Nicolas' cock was harder than steel and already throbbing as it poked her thigh. He probably hadn't had the attentions of a woman in years. He was unprepaired and overwhelmed, which suited Ceraloni just fine.

She sat down on the edge of the small kitchen table and grabbed Nicolas by the butt, yanking him and his straining cock towards her dripping slit. Ceraloni positioned him at her opening and slammed him in, roughly squeezing his ass. Nicolas fell onto her, his face landing in her breasts again. He was trying to do more than flail like a limp rag doll, but Ceraloni wasn't letting him.

She held onto his butt, slaming his cock into her hot pussy again and again. Poor Nicolas never had a chance.

He cried out into the flesh of Ceraloni's chest as she slammed him in hard the final time. His body twitched like an electrocution victim, and she felt his cock pulsing violently within her walls.

As with all beings who experience a powerful orgasm, Nicolas' mind ceased to exsist for a bare instant. An instant was all it took, though. Ceraloni rended his spirit, tearing it from his being and banishing his mind forever, giving it no place to return to.

Nicolas' heart stopped, and Ceraloni was plunged into the life she had just ended.

She rode out the whirlwind of memories and feelings, then began sifting through them. She found the caravan and started adding the faces from Nicolas' memory to her catalogue. Nicolas hadn't seen much though, so the new faces were all Ceraloni had gotten for her efforts.

Dissapointed, Ceraloni shoved Nicolas' limp body off of her. It hit the floor with a dull thud.

With a wave of her hand, her ranger outfit was back in place, and the search continued.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Azzlik and Ezzrik the twin gnomes, were reclining naked against the headboard of a large, human-sized bed. Jeyne was doing a striptease for them. They watched her with identical grins and absently stroked themselves.

Jeyne's compact gnomish body moved with a wiggly rythmn as she peeled her lingerie off one inch at a time. She was down to nothing but a tiny thong and a corset, both dark red.

Jeyne turned her back on the Twins and bent over, wiggling her butt at them and looking at them through her legs. She braced herself by putting her hands down on the bed between her spread legs and gyrated her nearly-naked bottom at the Twins. Only a tiny strip of red cloth, no wider than a finger, hid her puffy gnomish pussy from view.

Winking at her boytoys, Jeyne reached behind her back with one hand and pulled at the thong. The tiny cloth vanished between her netherlips, drawn tight against her crotch. Balancing, Jeyne masturbated herself with the thong while she reached down and slowly unzipped the corset.

"Ooh, yeah, that's good," Jeyne squeaked as she grinded against her panties. The corset popped open, her bouncy breasts bursting free.

And then Azzlik blew his load.

Jeyne giggled as red-haired gnome's hot seed landed on her bottom and thighs. "Come on, Ezzrik, you too," she cooed, wiggling her butt at him.

"Ah!" Ezzrik exclaimed, and his seed shot into the air, joining his brother's on Jeyne's upturned ass.

Jeyne unfolded herself and flopped down between the two identical naked male gnomes. She kissed Azzlik, then Ezzrik, and took their softening cocks in each of her hands. Azzlik put his hands on her, taking her right breast and nipping at the nipple. Ezzrik did the same to her left breast.

While the Twins focused on her breasts, Jeyne gently squeezed a cock in each hand, coaxing them back to attention.

Both Twins had one hand at her crotch, their fingers slipping under red fabric to play in the wetness of her folds.

"You two are just so much fun," Jeyne giggled.

After about a minute, the Twins' cocks finally responded to Jeyne's nimble fingers and hardened up again.

Jeyne kicked off her thong and rolled onto Ezzrik, grabbing his wrists and pinning his arms back. She kissed him hard, winding her tongue around his, as Azzlik moved around behind her and guided his brother's cock to Jeyne's steaming hole.

Her compact little body rippled like a flag in the wind, riding Ezzrik's smoothe hardness. She gave Azzlik a wanton look and slapped her ass.

Jeyne slowed her undulating so Azzlik could smear the cum still present on her rear towards her tight little rosebud. His finger slipped inside her, making her squirm happily ontop of his brother.

She went back to sticking her tongue down Ezzrik's throat while Azzlik lubed up her ass with the Twin's own cum. Jeyne felt Azzlik position himself behind her. She wiggled her hips, moaning in delight when she felt his cockhead pressing into her tightest hole.

Ezzrik's cock moved around in her dripping pussy, spuring her on before Azzlik was even all the way in. Jeyne bucked her hips, crying, "Oh yes!"

The Twins fucked her holes with wild abandon and she gave better than she got, twisting her hips forward and back, slamming the twin cocks into her pussy and ass.

Jeyne's limber undulations broke down into a fit of uncoordinated spasms as her orgasm tore through her body. Ezzrik went ridgid as a board beneath her, his eyes rolling up into his head. Shockwaves seemed to flow through his body in reverse, pulling in towards his cock and culminating in a powerful blast of semen erupting into Jeyne's cervix.

Ezzrik twitched beneath her and Azzlik continued to pound her ass, thrusting in as hard as he could, and pausing for a second before pulling back and doing it again.

As she went limp ontop of Ezzrik, Azzlik slammed into her one last time, his fingers digging into Jeyne's hips, exclaiming, "Ohahh!"

Azzlik's cock, burried to the hilt in her ass, sprayed seed into her bowels. Jeyne whimpered appreciatively.

Azzlik collapsed ontop of Jeyne, making a three-high tower of sweaty, satisfied gnomes. Legs tangled, they tipped onto their sides, arms all around each other with Jeyne still samwiched between the Twins. Her eyes were closed and she had a little grin on her face.

It was quiet for a few moments, the only sound their breathing. Jeyne turned herself and kissed Azzlik. Ezzrik spooned up behind her.

Someone outside, down on the streets of Old Town, was shouting. Jeyne frowned in annoyance and continued to kiss Azzlik's soft lips.

The shouting grew louder, but Jeyne ignored it until she heard what sounded like the word "Gnomeregan."

She sat up suddenly. "What was that?"

The Twins glanced toward the window. Jeyne scrambled off the bed and climbed a chair to the window, opening the shutters so she could hear the Crier's words.

"...fallen! Troggs have risen from the depths! The city has been evacuated and irradiated! Gnomeregan has fallen! Troggs have risen..."

Jeyne stumbled back from the window, her foot slipped on the edge of the chair and she tumbled backwards, but luckly the Twins had followed her to the window. They caught her.

She spun around and clutched them to her. "Gnomeregan, fallen?"

The Twins could only gape. "It can't be true, mi'Lady," one of them said.

Jeyne pushed them away. "Get dressed, we have buisness to attend to," she told them. "If they know about the radiation failsafe, its true," her voice broke.

The Twins glanced at each other, then hurried to retrieve their clothing. Jeyne pulled on the nearest dress and began to wind her long blue hair up. A tear leaked from her eye.

Needless to say, Gnomeregan's fall destabalized the gadget market horribly. Only a few days after the Crier shouted the news, Eelesia's income dried up. She and Acreon had a significant stockpile of gold, of course, but they decided it would be wise to hold off on their plans until the fall.

Jeyne had come to them a week after the news broke that spring, to let them know what the state of Eelesia's holdings were. Jeyne had been so sombre and sad. Eelesia had comforted the gnome, promising that the temporary lapse in income would be no particular hardship.

In the summer months, since Acreon had given up magic, whenever he wasn't with Eelesia he spent his time with the garrison, learning to handle a sword. Unfortunatly he struggled with it quite a bit, but halfway through the summer he grew so fed up that he threw down his blade and went at his instructor with bare hands. Ironically, he faired better against the master swordsman unarmed than he had with his own sword.

After that, Acreon gave up the sword and began training with fist weapons.

While Acreon was at his lessons, Eelesia liked to sneak out of the city to work in a shed she'd hidden in the foothills. It was her greatest work yet and she planned on surprising Acreon with it after their wedding. Getting the materials had put a hefty dent in her saved gold, but it would be worth it in the long run.

Her big surprise wasn't the only project Eelesia worked on though. In Halia's familiar workshop, Eelesia was perfecting a few of her more brilliant inventions. Eventually the items she was working on would make up a survival kit for Acreon and herself.

Acreon liked to help her in her work after his lessons. Without magic, the complexities of the mechanical provided an excellent focus for his arcane-inclined mind.

So the summer waned, the Gnomish nation resettled with the Dwarves of Ironforge, and the name of Ellie Exoverse once more generated revenue.

Eelesia pulled off her custom goggles and wiped her forehead. A large crecent of white cloth was laid out on her work table. Thin magnetic ribs ran like a spiderweb through the inside of the cloth and in places a flap was cut open to provide access to the power source and triggering mechanisms, which Eelesia had just finished installing.

Eelesia set her goggles down and flexed her hands. The work was very precise and her fingers were feeling a little cramped.

She heard footsteps and a moment later Acreon's arms folded across her shoulders.

"Mmmh. Hi."

Eelesia leaned back into his embrace. "You have very good timing, you know. How was your lesson?"

"Violent," Acreon told her, kissing her head.

"So you had fun then?" Eelesia teased.

Acreon laughed, then he looked closer at what was on the table. "You've finished your Flexweave Underlay!"

"Nearly," Eelesia replied. "I thought it would be the easiest piece of the kit, which is why I left it for last, but I should have known creating a cloak that can become wings on demand wouldn't be that easy. But I think it's ready. I just have to attach the harness."

Eelesia turned around in Acreon's arms and pressed her lips to his. He smiled at her. She loved seeing that smile. It spoke of such utter peace and certainty, and he only wore it when he looked at her. "I love you so," she told him, and kissed him again.

Acreon held her close for a long moment.

"Come on, help me with this," Eelesia said, grabbing the leather harness.

"Alright, I'll hold the cloth steady while you work," Acreon replied, letting her go and flattening out an area in the center of the white cloak.

Eelesia attatched the leather to the skeleton of the cloak with small strips of metal that she slid through pre-cut slits in the cloth and leather, bending each into a loop and welding it shut.

When she was done, Eelesia gathered the cloak up off the worktable and shook it out. It was slightly heavier than a normal cloak, but it looked completely innocuous.

"Try it on," Acreon suggested.

"Yeah," Eelesia agreed, slipping her arms through the harness. "It fits, at least."

Acreon took a step back and said, "Go for it."

Eelesia nodded, feeling along the metalic edge of the cloth. She flourished it a little and then gripped the triggers.

"Whoa!" With an electric snap, the cloak went nearly rigid, unfurling into a white wing more than twice as wide as Eelesia's outstretched arms. "It works!"

Acreon grinned. "You look like a giant butterfly. Pretty."

Eelesia grinned back at him. She let go of the cloak and it fell limp again. "I think I'm ready to try all the parts at once."

"Have you decided what to include on the belt yet?" Acreon asked.

Eelesia nodded. "Yeah, I think so. The Lightning Generator can be concealed in the small of the back. Then there's the Reflector Shield and Net Launcher hung from the hips."

"You've really outdone yourself with this stuff, Eelesia."

Eelesia grinned. "Thanks."

A short while later, Acreon was standing on the balcony of the highest tower in the Royal Keep, looking out over the city. The escorts were sitting inside, talking quietly. Their names were Ivara and Brian and it was their job to make sure Eelesia and Acreon didn't go anywhere in the Keep that they weren't supposed to. Ivara was a healer, as Acreon had requested incase something went wrong with Eelesia's test.

"The wind isn't to bad. This should be easy," Eelesia said as she emerged beside him.

Acreon turned to examine her. Eelesia was wearing the full kit, every piece crafted by her own hand. First were the goggles, an intricate device with nearly a dozen lenses and electrical components designed to highlight certain things in her vision. Then there was the Flexweave Cloak she'd just completed, trailing to the side in the breeze. The bulky gloves were capable of firing explosive rockets and the Nitro boots could create a tiny explosion under the feet, making high leaps possible. And finally there was the belt with the three handheld devices.

"You look so sexy right now," Acreon teased.

Eelesia laughed. "Let's start with the rocket gloves and the goggle targeting system."

"Alright. Ready?"

"Yeah."

Acreon picked up one of the apple-sized stones they'd brought, and hurled it into the air as hard as he could. Eelesia lifted her right arm, followed the stone for a second, and fired a rocket. With a flaming hiss the rocket shot forth.

In less than a second, the rocket hit its target and exploded.

"Yes!" Eelesia cheered. "Did you see that?"

"I'm officially impressed," Acreon laughed.

"Luck," Brian muttered, stepping outside with Ivara on his heels.

"You think so?" Acreon asked, lobbing two rocks at once.

Grinning, Eelesia lifted both arms, aming both rockets at once. She fired each in quick succession. Both streaked through the air and two more stones became scorched dust.

Acreon laughed and applauded, beaming.

Brian and Ivara could only stare incredulously.

Eelesia lept into Acreon's arms and kissed him. "I can't believe it works!"

"I can," Acreon said. Eelesia blushed, laughing.

"Alright, you and the healer there go down to the streets," Eelesia said. "It's time to fly."

Acreon grabbed her and swept her into his arms once more. "I'll be waiting at the bottom," he murmured to her.

With that, Acreon took Ivara and headed down.

"Aren't you worried about her?" Ivara asked.

"Very," Acreon admitted. "By the way, if she hurts herself and you don't save her, I will be very, very upset with you."

Ivara gulped. Acreon hid a smirk.

Some minutes later, Acreon and Ivara emerged onto the streets in the shadow of the Keep. Eelesia waved at them.

Acreon's heart was pounding, but he had faith in Eelesia. The chances of her actually getting hurt were nill, Acreon thought.

Eelesia was standing on the edge of the balcony. She flourished her cloak, and leaped. There was a burst of light and the faint crack of her Nitro boots going off. Eelesia wheeled up into open air, arcing gracefully into a dive.

Acreon's eyes were riveted on the falling shape of his Eelesia. He couldn't be sure, but he thought she was laughing.

Halfway to the ground, the wing sprang open. Eelesia pulled up into a glide, then in a heartstopping move, turned a full corkscrew and folded the wings back into another dive, this one angled towards Acreon and Ivara.

Eelesia opened her wings and caught air again mere feet above the ground, she swooped across the water of the canal and within inches of Acreon's head.

She was laughing.

Eelesia glided up in a large arc to bleed off speed and came around again, gliding low towards Acreon and Ivara. She flared, coming to almost a complete stop in mid-air before letting the cloak fold and dropping the four feet or so to the ground.

"Oh gods that was exhilarating!" Eelesia exclaimed.

Acreon rushed into her embrace. "That was incredible, Eelesia. It's like you were born with those wings."

Eelesia glanced over Acreon's shoulder and started laughing again.

"What?" Acreon turned and saw that Ivara had fainted.

Acreon's laugher joined Eelesia's as they each clutched the other close.

"It was so weird, though," Eelesia said to him that night. "From the second I jumped it was so natural. I didn't even have to think about it. My body just knew how."

Acreon kissed her neck. "It was a bit strange," Acreon admitted. "Magnificent, but strange. When I tried I could barely keep myself steady long enough to crash into the canals."

"Yeah," Eelesia chuckled. She snuggled herself closer to him, wiggling her butt against Acreon's spent cock. Acreon's hand cupped her breast as he absently nuzzled Eelesia's neck.

Acreon breathed a deep, contented sigh and closed his eyes.

"I wish I could describe what it was like," Eelesia murmured. She grabbed his hand. "Hey."

"What?"

"We're getting married tomorrow," Eelesia whispered.

Acreon opened his eyes and smiled. "I know."

Eelesia kissed his hand and snuggled herself closer to him again. "Maybe we don't have to leave the city after all. At least, not forever, anyway. No one seems to have noticed that you can't do magic anymore."

"Except my Mom," Acreon pointed out.

"Well, yeah, but she's not making a fuss about it," Eelesia replied.

"What about our cottage in Dun Morogh?" Acreon asked.

Eelesia wiggled around again, just to feel Acreon's warm skin move against her back. "I haven't changed my mind about that," Eelesia told him. "I just... I'll miss the city. I like Stormwind."

"I'll miss it to," Acreon murmured into her neck. "I've lived here longer than you, remember?"

"You're right," Eelesia giggled. "You were born here. I'd never even seen the city before I met you ten... no, eleven years ago."

"Eleven years," Acreon repeated.

"Yeah."

"I love you, Eelesia."

"I love you too. Forever."

"Forever," Acreon agreed.

(A/N: And that's all I wrote. I do intend to finish this story some day, and while I do have an outline for the final six chapters, I unfortunately only have immediate plans to work on other higher-priority projects. I suppose that means you should consider this story ON HIATUS until further notice. I hope you enjoyed Eelesia and Acreon's tale come this far.)