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AN: WARNING! SEXUAL ACTVITIY! SMUT! THIS HOLDS NSFW! 18+ MATERIALS, SO PLEASE DON'T READ IF UNDER 18!

The walk up to the prince's room was short. Echo glanced around and saw the room was coated in a thin sheet of dust. She looked to Al'ar's T-stand and back to Kael'thas. He gazed to the stand as well.

"He is safe." Echo nodded. She inspected Kael'thas as he quickly bent down and removed a small chest of Quel'Thalasian design from the floor boards, it was gold and encrusted with small magical binding runes she had seen before in Silvermoon and on most Elven enchantments.

Kael'thas looked to the chest then to Echo.

"I have hidden this for a long time, it will help my people. But it is not time yet. Echo, I want you to protect this for me… I can't trust anyone else to do this task." Kael'thas sat on the bed and opened the chest with a swish of his fingertips over the runes.

A brilliant emerald green glowed from the chest, illuminating the room with its light. Echo saw three Fel green colored spheres sitting delicately on a red velvet cushion. She could feel an unimaginable and enormous amount of magic within the spheres.

'Why me?' Kael'thas glanced between Echo and the spheres.

"Because, Echo you are the most honest and trustworthy Rogue I have ever met." Echo smirked a little at his jest. But her smirk fell as he gazed at her and closed the box with a seal again.

He grabbed her hands in his and looked up to her from his sitting position.

"I trust you more than you could ever know, Dalah'surfal. Please, this is my last hope. My people's last hope." Echo looked to the chest for a second and nodded to the prince.

A sigh escaped Echo and she gently caressed Kael'thas' face; he was utterly exhausted. She gently pushed him back to lay in the bed.

'Sleep. You are beyond fatigued. I must… wash up. I am covered in Scourge blood and bone dust, I am almost sorry you had to see me like this.' Echo smiled lightly only to be quickly pulled into the prince as he tightly held her to him with his arms around her waist and rested his head on her abdomen.

"I thought you were lost the day Silvermoon was destroyed. When you kicked me through the portal and I watched it close as the Scourge approached you from behind… I feared you had perished. Thank the Sunwell." Echo gently combed her fingers through his golden waterfall of hair, careful of his ears.

'Rest, my dear prince.' She gently let her fingertips slide off his cheeks as she entered his bathroom to clean herself.

Echo felt her heart pounding hard in her chest, face flushed and her breathing was beginning to push harder from her lips.

Trying to keep her panting low, she shook her head and undressed. The bath was hot and slow as Echo let the hot water soothe her aching muscles and the blood and dust nearly evaporated with the heat of the water and freshness of the soaps that were inside some type of glass bottle Kael'thas had in his bathroom. It smelled sweet like him, a mixture of Sandalwood and Summer Apple Nectar. It was very erotic to her senses, especially when he had his own natural male musk to the scent.

It took nearly twenty minutes for Echo clean herself thoroughly, feeling disgusted by the amount of blood and debris that clung to her from the Plaguelands. The water was a dark grey color by the time she was done with it, the lasting suds clung to the edges of the tub. She pulled the plug and gently rang her hair dry with the soft white towel. Echo felt much better but a frown grew on her face as she looked around and realized she didn't have any clean clothes in the bathroom. She looked around and found no other article of clothing.

With a flushed face, Echo gently tucked in the towel around her and quietly cracked open the door and spotted the prince facing away from her on the bed. Hopefully he was asleep.

Echo sighed lightly and padded softly through the room and tried to find something to where in her bags. She had her scarf that remained unsullied from her attack in the Plaguelands… that was it.

A gold lined crimson shirt was suddenly in her face and Echo smiled in triumphant at it. Finally!

Till she looked further up to see the pale hand holding it to her. Kael'thas held an endearing smile as he handed the shirt to her.

'I thought… you were asleep.' Echo blushed violently. Kael'thas didn't say anything but his lips did part a little as if he was ready to say something.

She saw his fingers twitch a little but they remained by his side on the shirt.

The Rogue gently grabbed the shirt only to have the Mage wrap his arms around her. He kept his hands on her curvaceous back and he was being respectful but… Echo wanted him to do more.

With parted lips, Echo let the shirt slide from her fingers and lay uselessly on the floor, and laid her hungry lips on Kael'thas' pale ones. She quickly tangled her fingers into his golden mane and felt him pull her as closely as he could, having one of his hands reach down and pull her thigh up to his waist. Echo surprised him by jumping up and wrapping both her thighs around his thin waist.

Echo let out a sigh of pleasure and Kael'thas' grunted as the hand in his hair rubbed their thumb across the tip of one of his ears.

A soft growl rumbled in his chest, making Echo shiver in delight.

The damp white towel slipped from Echo's body and onto the floor to lay with the abandoned shirt.

Kael'thas breathed in through his nose and caught he sweet scent through his body wash- the scent of sweet apricots, cypress and mimosa. How he missed her skin, her taste, and her smell…

Slowly Kael'thas held Echo tightly and walked over to the bed and laid her down with him locked in her grasp.

A soft gasp escaped the silent Rogue under the Mage. He smirked a little and sealed his lips over hers once again before her parted lips could get a full breath.

It was addicting. She was addicting to his senses in all ways. He hungered. He hungered deeply.

His lips slipped past hers and inched down to the bruised skin around Echo's neck. Echo gyrated her hips harder onto his, rubbing herself onto his hardening member. He grunted then gasped through gritted teeth. A slow nibble of the soft lipped Rogue made itself evident on his sensitive ears.

The turquoise mixed eyes widened as the Elf's breath took a quicker tempo.

Kael'thas grabbed Echo's tangled hands and gently put them on his shoulders. Echo smile shyly and slip her fingers under his crimson robes and nudge it off his shoulders to around his thin waist. The way his breath hitched in his throat as Echo undressed him made her bite her lip and expressing with her eyes that she was eager for more. His large warm hands traveled down her soft exposed flesh, it was so warm and he loved the tingle it gave him.

The Elf's eyes scanned her curvaceous body. He skimmed over her bruises and scars, and enjoyed tracing the contours she had.

When Echo managed to peel off his robes, she let her hands wander with mischief and let her short fingernails gently scratch along his muscles. Warm, pale bronze skin presented itself to the moonlit room as she gently ran a hand up his chest; he gulped and studied her body in nothing. He imagined many times their copulation but never this passionate.
In the soft lighting of the room, his eyes glittered and glowed intensely making Echo shiver and open her lips in a silent moan. The prince returned a voracious, hungry expression to Echo's own wanting expression; he groaned as his hips dug into hers... the friction was building nicely.

The Rogue smiled and licked her lips unconsciously. Echo reveled in the fact his eyes shot immediately to her lips and traveled down her body; and he bit back another moan behind his clenched teeth.
"Echo..." A hoarse voice from the elf was something Echo never heard the prince say… or moan in this case, before. She loved it.

Slowly, Kael'thas let his hands ran on along and over her arms, legs, ass, breasts… everywhere, simultaneously. Echo opened her lips in a silent moan and let her back naturally arch. Her full breasts crushed into his naked chest. Kael'thas' hands snaked around her waist, fingers exploring gently before sliding ever, so gently onto her folds.

"Dalah'surfal," his voice wavered. "You're absolutely drenched." He teased her, letting his fingers gently stroke her sex with feather-light touches that left the Rogue rolling her hips in a desperate search for friction and almost whimpering with need. Echo's face burned brightly, she had never heard Kael'thas growl or talk in such a way.

She never allowed any man to touch her but she gladly gave it up for him and his touch.
Pl-please, Echo internally screamed and pleaded. Kael'thas! Touch me dammit!

Echo grabbed his other hand in hers and nudged her hips to his hand, willing him to go faster and press harder.

He chuckled, a dark, lust-filled sound that rumbled against her chest. The prince's heavy breaths were hot as it fanned over her face as the elf lowered his lips to the human's rounded ear. "You are going to be the death of me, Dalah'surfal," he murmured.

His hand left hers and reached up and cupped Echo's full breast, her back arching as his thumb flickered on the hardening peaks of flesh. Kael'thas buried his face into Echo's neck again and resumed running his lips over her flushed flesh while his fingers continued their slow, light motions. Kael'thas' masterful fingers brushed against Echo's clitoris and made her silently gasp sharply as waves of pleasure washed over her. The feeling of the nails bitng into his shoulders made Kael'thas smirk. Echo could feel him smile against her throat and he teased her a moment more before repeating the action.

Echo's trained hands found his thigh, grasping it desperately before slipping it between them and palming him through his slackened robes. He groaned and pushed into her touch, making the Rogue marvel at the strength of his reactions to her simple touches.

"Dalah'surfal, what are you doing to me...," he moaned. Echo tried to slow her ragged breathing, but only to be quickly devoured by his hungry mouth captured her swollen lips once again.
"
Do you know how many times I imagined taking you in my bed? How long I have wanted to taste you again, how much I have wanted to consume you…" he asked. His words and tone gave the Human shivers, the raw and needy brogue settling deep in her bones.

"It has kept me awake at nights, envisioning you just like this, bare, needy and ready for me to make love to you." Echo felt her breathing quickened and in response to his erotic words she wrapped her fingers tighten around the edge of his robes that lay around his waist, knuckles turning white at his words. Echo watched his hands, long, nimble fingers making quick work of the robes and revealing the smooth, pale skin of his legs underneath matching perfectly to his smooth chest. Echo helped him slide the robes to the floor with every other garment. She felt herself smile and gently rub up his shoulders.

Tears of joy made their way into Echo's silver eyes. The smile brightened the room and made Kael'thas smile lightly to her.

Echo fought the instinct to rip his underwear from his thin hips.
Putting a hand to his leanly muscled chest, she felt the delicate beating of his heart hammering simultaneously to her own. Looking in his eyes, Echo saw his pupils dilate larger than ever.

Echo leaned into him and kissed him, sweetly, feeling his hands twine in her short hair. She slid her hands down his stomach and grasped his member. He moaned out of the kiss as she started to let her fingers set over his impressive length. The golden blonde was engorged with need, and he shuddered with her careful stroke.

He pulled Echo close with a sniggled kiss to her neck, making Echo smile widely and laughed silently. Both still continued to breathe raggedly but held smiles in some of their passionate and silly antics. Pulling Echo into an iron clasp to him, Echo watched with amazement as he gazed intensely at her as if she was going to disappear from his very life, he threw his head back, whispering her name in pleasure. Echo pressed her rosy lips to the hollow of his throat, to the smooth skin of his chin. He arched into Echo in response, and grasped her tighter in response back to him; her name now louder on his lips. Every stroke and slow grasp made the prince twitch and his teeth gritted as he was coming closer to undoing. Echo smeared the small bead of pearlescent white cum that dribbled to the top of his head as she worked her thumb across his hardening length.

Echo watched him methodically, entranced by the beauty of the elf who lived and oozed power, being undone by something so easy, so primal, so intimate as touch. His face was written in a disarming vulnerability, a fragile trust in her at his moment of weakness, not to break his heart and leave him alone as he already was. Echo never wished to see him so exposed and sad again; a small tear burned its way to her eyes again.

The moonlight and soft noises of the citizens from the city from the balcony seemed to dull in Echo's blood rushed ears, barely audible, and time halted its hands in his presence. Nothing existed in this universe but them at least in the moment, their breathing, and their beating hearts. Lips pressed to lips, glowing turquoise eyes locked with silver orbs; a caress, a graze, a shiver, a moan.
A perfection of an eternity of grunts and moans later, he laid his hand to hers, stopping the Rogue's happy hands on his length. Gazing at Echo, Kael'thas felt a thrill of anticipation as he slid his lover closer to his hips.

The golden mane of hair waterfalled around Echo's head, a dark curtain protected them from the outside world; it was just them.
He kissed Echo, hungrily, as he settled himself as snugly as possible between her thighs as he could leaving no room for anything else. His finger stroked her slit before pushing between the moist folds and sliding inside, thrusting slowly.

Kael'thas watched with half-mast eyes as Echo's lips parted in a silent moan, tipping her head back and breaking the kiss, he watched entranced as her spine arched into his touch.
The Elf's lips slid over the softly curved jaw and down her throat, nuzzling his way to her soft breasts. He closes his mouth around Echo's nipple, taking it between his teeth and tugging. The sensation went straight to the junction between her shaking legs and caused her to buck against his hand, feeling him chuckle into the flushed skin.

By the Light, Kael'thas please, Echo begged. Echo silently groaned as he added another finger, stretching and hitting all the right spots in her; he curled them in a come-hither motion then slowly scissored them.

He repeated the motion getting his fingers slick with arousal. Echo's next breath leaving in a strangled sound of pleasure. A sharp canine infused smirk made its way onto the Elf's lips as his hips grinded into hers.

Echo pushed onto her elbows, reaching to bury her fingers in his hair. A deliberate nip and tug on the long ears caused Kael'thas to flush and his eyes darkened even further, and he narrowed them into slits. He growled, literally growled, the gravelly sound making Echo's involuntary functions cease working for moment.

Holy shit! Light help me…

He slid his fingers free from the slick junction of the Rogue's thighs, breaking off the small string of liquid connecting his fingers to her arousal. Kael'thas looked to Echo and pulled her legs higher up his hips. Echo, in return, slowly encircled her arms over him neck and shoulders.
"
Are you sure, Dalah'surfal?" Echo still looked confused at his last word. He gently kissed her lips and whispered, "It means my love." Echo felt happy tears gather and nodded, she gently bite his shoulder as he pushed fully inside her, seated deeply, and it caused Echo to silently flinch and groan.

"By the Sunwell… are you alright?"
Echo felt touched he would ask and wait for her. The High Elf prince grunted, his forehead dropping to the Spymaster's collarbone. They laid that way, unmoving, getting used to the feel of each other. "Echo, Dalah'surfal… mine~" He rolled his hips experimentally and the initial discomfort caused by his firm, steady thrust quickly faded into pleasure, making the Rogue's back arch and her body lifted to meet his. Kael'thas groaned as he slipped deeper, the angle changed with the tilt of her hips, and began to move. Echo felt sweat begin to fall down her back and onto the crimson sheets. Both parties closed their eyes tightly and Echo accidentally raked her nail harder into his back at a particularly high pleasure point he managed to hit deep inside of her.

Echo release another sharp gasp as he filled her, gently, once, twice, three times. She pulled him to her mouth, tasting him, letting his essence spread on to her tongue with his own in a hectic tangle. It was not enough—she needed more, wanted more, and her tongue searched deeper in his mouth. Echo's fingers, moving from back to his messy hair back to the soft skin of his back, found a better purchase in a grasp of his flesh, digging in as he let out a sharp huff through his nose. He had a nice ass indeed.

Kael'thas furrowed his golden brows and surprised Echo by suddenly grabbing one of her legs and putting it nearly over his shoulder, deepening his angle, and the change echoed the large room. Hands at the back at his head slid forward a little and began to pull and caress his long elven ears slightly with the force of the prince's thrusts. His teeth found her neck and bit down as his sharp nails lightly dug into her thighs.

More, please, more! Echo tried to cry out, but nothing came out. Only a fanning breath of a silent whisper filled the space between their lips.

Echo felt a simmering rage rise, a consuming passion that could only be fulfilled by him. Only him, and him alone.

Echo bit her nearly blood red lips and smiled with the sheer amount of pleasure prickling in her.
Kael'thas' eyes fluttered shut and he obliged a her silent request, throwing his gentleness out the window as he began a punishing rhythm, driving her hips into the soft scarlet bed with an almost painful beat. The reverberations of pleasure raced through both the elf and human, and said human held the elf tighter, hands scrabbling for an anchor on his back as she silenty yelled, half in pain, half in the most mind-blowing pleasure as his length slammed into her over and over and over, pistoning and claiming its way in and out of her heat. Echo knew that she belong to him. Body. Heart. Soul. Just as he belonged to her.

Echo felt an intense and unfamiliar feelin about ready to snap in her lower abdomen as her walls clenched. Her lips opened in a silent scream. Kael'thas snapped his eyes open, they were blazing with the heat of ownership and want. "Come for me, Echo," The hot breathy whisper command came with a scratch along her back, and Echo obeyed.

KAEL'THAS! Echo grunted but screamed his name internally.

The sharp viridian green flecks of his cyan mixed eyes reflected at Echo. The Elf's eyes clouded with adoration as orgasm started to closely peak through both of the sweaty bodies on the bed. Echo arched her back, tightening her thighs around Kael'thas. Wave after wave of the most mind numbing heat consumed Kael'thas and Echo. Kael'thas came with a hard, impossible thrust, hilting Echo as she clamped down in climax. A hot warmth filled the human in a rush. The blonde gasped the brunette's name and bit into her shoulder effectively drawing blood.

Echo ran her hands gently along the sweat-slicked skin of his back, making him shiver. As the prince softened inside her, Echo simply grasped him tighter, unwilling to release him yet. Slowly the heavy panting was the only sound left in the room and the soft groans of the elf stopped as the waves subsisted. Echo look up at her prince with dazed eyes, those beautiful, silver eyes that held such passion for him.

Echo felt small tendrils of warm liquid leak down her ass and thighs, and staining the crimson sheets. They didn't care or mind.

A few minutes later, Echo groaned as Kael'thas pulled himself, very carefully, out of her and laid next to her equally soaked form.

So… that was love making… wow.

Echo was staring at the deep violet ceiling in the silent room. Her heart was slowly calming itself, she bit her lip as a smile grew on her face. Ever so stealthy, she turned her head to look at Kael'thas and was surprised that he was staring at her just as intensely as he had when they… climaxed together.

He caressed her cheek and slid his hand down to her waist to pull her close to him. The room was ice cold compared to their fiery, sweat covered forms. Kael'thas held a smile on his face as Echo continued to hold her own, he placed a kiss on her forehead.

She held a steady gaze at him, admiring his features… she noticed the change in his eyes. She loved his eyes but she noticed the change in color they held. She looked to his long cascading mess of hair over his pillow and sticking to his chest and neck. He was still a wonderful elf…

*"…and you're screwing the elf, at least have some dignity to sleep with a member of your own race. After all… don't you have a race to rebuild, Prince Sunstrider?"*

*"He is a prince… an Elven King to be. I only speak this to you, Echo, because he is was born and raised from centuries of royal blood. I want to stop this disaster before it truly begins, you may love him and want to marry but that is not what his sovereignty will allow him to do so; his people and court will never allow a Human to wed and taint the bloodline."*

Echo's eyes widened and filled with tears at the sudden thoughts that rammed into her.

Kael'thas sat up abruptly and gently grasped Echo's arms as he noticed the sudden change in her being, emotionally speaking.

"Echo, what troubles you?" She looked anguished and confused, but she glanced to her love. She sighed.

'Kael'thas?' The prince hummed and carefully watched her quick movements.

"Yes?" She really didn't understand why she felt like this.

'Perhaps… that bastard is right… you do need to rebuild your race's people. You lost so much, you are their king, their chance at a normal life again… I cannot get in that way, even if it means me no longer being with… without you.' Echo frowned and Kael'thas shook his head, he pulled Echo to him and sighed.

"There is not one person who can tell me who I can or cannot be or love; I will marry who I choose. Yes, my people need to repopulate, so many were lost… but whoever I chose to wed and have heirs with is strictly my decision. My council is dead except for Rommath. I take orders from no man anymore." Kael'thas softly ran his fingers down her back comfortingly.

"I believe that my bloodline is of no longer an important marker in my people's lives anymore. We need numbers and safety now, not chosen bloodlines of succession at the moment. I have ruled over my people for nearly two millennia alone with no heir or my father's advice. Don't worry, my love. That man, if I can even call him that, has tried to pursued you against me, but worry not."

That really comforted Echo in her moment of turmoil. There was her reassurance.

With heavy eyelids, silver orbs closed for the night with her prince gently rubbing her back to soothe her to sleep. Her fingers gently twirled around is blonde strands unconsciously.