The High priestess of the Moon receives a visit from her friend in Darnassus
It was a morning of an early summer day in Kalimdor. The weather was pleasant for this time of year, the temperature just about right. The Night elves of Darnassus had finished all their nightly duties by now and with the hurry now gone most of them were on their way back home with their children, visiting shops in the Crafstmen's Terrace or sitting with their friends at the Inn enjoying . The city was turning quiet as the day light and time for slumber slowly approached.
Tyrande Whisperwind, the High Priestess of the Moon and at this point the de facto leader of the Night elves, was, as usual at this time of the night, in her private quarters in the Temple of the Moon. She was sitting behind a small but practical table in her room next to a opened window. A gentle and warm summer breeze was lifting the silver-coloured curtains into the room. She enjoyed listening to the late sounds of the now peaceful city. She was reading a historical treatise on the past of the Night elves and their role in the War of Ancients. The window, however, was left wide opened for one more reason. Tyrande was expecting a visit from a guest, from somebody who could not be seen entering the temple by the main entrance. Or the city of Darnassus for that matter. Or even Teldrassil itself.
When a barely noticable sound gave away something landing on the bottom window sill she did not even lift her eyes from the page in the book. "I am glad you were able to make it today." she said silently. She knew that her voice is heard clearly even without speaking loudly. "I always come when you write me." A confident but entertained and relaxed voice responded from the window sill. "And it was easy to get in. Your city's protection needs improvements."The voice said more with concern than wtih critique. "I told Shandris today to position her Sentinels around the city in a way that would remove them from your expected route into the temple and my room." said Tyrande marking the page she finished at in the book and putting it gently on the table. The person, now sitting on the sill, was not able to instantly hide her slight disinclination hearing the name of the general of the Night elf army. "Shandris was here today ?" said the woman from the window. The entertained manner in her voice retreated a little bit. Tyrande now finally turned her sights to her visitor: "I have told you many times that you do not have to see Shandris as a competitor for my preference, so please finally stop with those displays of objections towards her." The priestess now changed her position on the chair towards the window so she could face the newcomer properly. "I have Shandris under my personal tutelage because she is several centuries younger than both you and me and I do need a person who I can trust on the deepest level to lead the armies of Teldrassil, not because I want to make you feel jealous. The High Priestess of Elune has enough space and love in her heart for you and Shandris without the need for the two of you to be fighting over me. Now can you please finally get away from that window or are you planning to sit there all day ?" Tyrande said now with a caring and gentle voice.
The visitor tried to maintain her composure but was not able to completely mask her relief when she was asked to approach the ruler of the Night elves. She stopped just a few centimeters from the chair. Tyrande straightened her back when and said: "Now on my lap with you." The newcomer obeyed the order with relief and slowly and gently descended on the taller woman's offered thigh. She put her arm around Tyrande's neck and shoulders and instantly felt more at ease. The priestess' voice now became more gentle and caring: "I hope your journey here was without problems or threats ?" "Yes, it was easy" the woman uttered in an equally soft manner, "From my royal quarters until Tarren Mill the journey was boring. After I arrived there I switched from my armour to something….less conspicuous. I had a horse waiting for me and I got swiftly into Menethil Harbour. Nobody had any idea who was walking amongst them. And before you ask, my behaviour was exemplary all the way, everybody around me was safe all the time." the visitor said like she was pleased by her own conduct and wanted to tell Tyrande about it. The Night elf leader expected as much and nodded approvingly: "Very well. I see that I am a good influence for you. Your disguise was chosen meticulously indeed. You could fool even me with it for a split of a second. But only for that split." Tyrande, of course, examined her companion from head to toe as soon as she put the book down on the table and she had to admit that the clothes for the journey were chosen with skill for avoiding any attention from the people in the harbour: dark leather boots rising to the knees, trausers also made of leather, but of a lighter colour, a red linen shirt with long sleeves covered by a black cape with a hood. All this completed with an ordinary blue bandana covering the face. Every person in the Eastern Kingdoms with the exemption of the extremely poor could afford these clothes and they allowed you to vanish in every crowd in all of Azeroth.
"In Kalimdor your landed first in Theramore or Auberdine ?" Tyrande asked with interest. "The former." was the answer to her question. "While passing through the fortress I overheard a couple of the guards talking about the lady archmage. It would seem that she has developed a close friendship with the Warchief of the Horde. She has started to meet him quite frequently recently on neutral grounds to discuss "matters of peace and safety of Kalimdor" according to the guards I heard. One of the Theramore military commanders who attend Jaina's military command council and who, apparently, has a keen eye for observation, noticed that every day following these meetings the archmage somehow always preferes to stand all day long while on other days she sits with them behind the war table. I suspect him to be a member of the SI:7." the visitor laughed and was glad that Tyrande grinned as well. "I know of those meetings. Sometimes they take place close to our enclaves around Kalimdor. My people are more observant than the archmage gives us credit for but they have strict orders not to reveal themselves or interfere in any way. My direct orders, by the way. I am friends with Jaina and I want her to be happy. And as for the commander, you are most probably right. Variann and Mathias have organized a very big and very good web of spies and informants across both continents. The High King's spies are in every region that has at least one human settlement in it. From Booty Bay to Southshore. I am quite sure that Variann has his people as far as Gadgetzan and even Nigel's Point." Tyrande said with a light heart. Even as somebody as Tyrande Whisperwind with all the centuries of living in Azeroth and, realistically speaking, until now very much unknown powers granted to her by Elune, could enjoy such things as gossip. Not like the leaders of the Horde were any different. She recalled the last feast they had in Orgrimmar a few months ago and remembered how Thrall, Baine and Vol'jin behaved like boys when they got drunk.
Tyrande gently prompted her guest to slide down from her leg and stand up. "You must feel tired after the journey and surely are in need of getting rid of those dusty clothes. I myself also need to clean myself up first before anything else. I have a large private bathroom with a great bath tub in the room to the right. I had water from the moonwell prepared. Lose the clothes on the floor. The temple novices will discard them. I went to the tailor shop last night and bought you some clean clothes for your trip back. You will not leave my place in dirty clothes and will be able to maintain a disguise better in new ones. Wait for me if you finish sooner." Tyrande started removing all the jewelry from various parts of her body, all of which were the most finest craft by elven masters across centuries. She started putting them into a large jewelry box made of mithril on her table. A gift from Moira after a beatiful and deeply passionate night spent together in Ironforge. Moira wrote in her last letter that she will come soon for a diplomatic visit. When all the accessories were in the box, Tyrande removed her snow-white garb of the High Priestess and left it on the chair. She proceeded slowly because she knew that her visitor is watching. She left the robe on her chair and turned to her friend. Sylvanas already went completely nude and the clothes were slapdash thrown on a pile on the floor. The Banshee Queen did not bother to hide her expectation and desire for what was to come just in a few moments. Tyrande came to her and took Sylvanas by her perfect waist with both her hands. "Shall we ?" Tyrande asked. Sylvanas looked at her and said silently:"Yes, my love. Lead the way, I will follow you." The Night elf took the Banshee's hand into her own and lead her to the room to the right, where light blue matter was floating above the surface of the water. Sylvanas held the Priestess' hand and helped her into the water and then followed her. "Can I wash you, please ?" Sylvanas asked with badly hidden hope in her voice. "The lufa is on the shelf right behind you." The banshee reached out for it, submerged it into the water and started washing the exposed back in front of her. "Are you enjoying yourself, banshee ?" asked Tyrande in a obviously delighted manner. "More than you would imagine." Sylvanas replied. "Who would have thought that the leader of the Forsaken and bane of Azeroth would be washing my back ?" laughed Tyrande. "I will murder you if you tell anybody." came a reply from behind but the circular motion continued and a light grey hand landed on her belly. "I am finished with this part. Turn around please."
The priestess did just that and exposed herself to the former ranger-general. "Yes ?" Sylvanas moved closer towards her, their faces now almost touching: "Nothing." she said as she squeezed some water out of the lufa and the liquid landed on the elven body and sled down the chest and under the belly. "When you finish serving me, you can wash yourself. I will sit back and watch you."
Tyrande sat down into the warm water, laid herself back against the stone wall of the tub and watched the leader of the Forsaken in front of her with delight and satisfaction. Sylvanas took her time and dilegently and slowly washed herself just a few centimeters form Tyrande, making sure that the turned around several times and exposes all details of her body for the elf to see. When she was finished, she bent down the priestess, took her left cheek into her hand and kissed her on the lips. As she straightened her back and left her crotch directly in front of the elf's face. Tyrande looked up and Sylvanas said soflty: "This needs your attention and care." Tyrande looked into the banshee's eyes and than placed a soft kiss on her crotch."Very well. Let us move to the bedroom then." She stood up and took Sylvanas by her waist and guided them both out of the tub. The former High Elf took a towel and dried the priestess' body and then did so for herself."My jewelry and accessories." Sylvanes left for the bedroom and came back with the priestess' collection."Cover me in silver." Sylavans placed the diadem, the many earrings, the necklase, the armbands, the belly piercing and the ankle band meticulously on her lover with great satisfaction. "Now take me to the bed." Sylvanas stood next to her, placed on her hands around Tyrande's waist and took her remaining hand into hers and walked her object of adoration back to the bed.
Sylvanas gently held Tyrande while the green-haired elf laid down on the mageweave sheets and runecloth pillows and then descended on the perfect body covered in silver. Tyrande placed one leg over the banshee's posterior. Sylvanas now fully laid her body on the taller and slightly bigger night elven body under her and looked the priestess directly in the eyes: "You are the only woman in Azeroth I have ever loved." Tyrande pulled her face closer to her own and replied silently: "Love me forever, ranger-general. Show me all of your love." Sylvanas pushed her left hand under the soft body and slid the other one into the long, long green hair. She kissed Tyrande deeply, with unchained desire. The two women remained in each other's grasp, neither wanting to separate herself from the other. Finally, Sylvanas lifted herself to her hands and knees and mover her lips to one of the ears covered by many earrings and piercings of her lover. She tooked the edge between her lips, then caressed it with her tongue and after that a kiss with burning, aroused lips followed. Tyrande slightly panted. Sylvanas looked at her with a provocative questions expression. Then she proceeded sliding her tongue down the rest of the ear and covering in with kisses afterwards. This continued down to the neck and top of the chest. Sylavanas' face ventured ever down, copying the surface of elven body, until it got stuck between two perfect masses of womanly matter. Here the banshee tooked a little detour as her hot wet tongue and caring lips circled around the each of the mountains ever inwards until the tip of her tongue reached the soft summit and saturated it. Tyrande, placing her hand on her lover's flawless silver hair and allowed Sylvanas to guide it as she slowly descended down her body.
When the Dark Lady's attention reached her chest, she unpatiently lifted her back to move of her nipples into the other woman's mouth to feel her lips sooner, but she was forced to obey and wait. When the belly area was taken care of properly, the Banshe Queen wrapped her arms around the top of the Night elf's hips and slowed down to reach destination area madeningly slow while not missing one milimeter of the soft underbelly. The hidden crevice she desired so much was not emitting a fragrance of wild excitement and arousal. Instead of reaching out for the most sensitive point she decided to let it wait just a little bit longer. She moved to the lower, opposite end and first applied the tip of her finger to move upwards barely touching the rift under it. She repeated the motion several times and followed it with a gentle kiss before she imployed her tongue to travel the journey from bottom to top all over again multiple times. Tyrande's breathing was becoming heavier with each finished round. When she could not take the postponing any longer she reached out with both hands for the Dark Lady's head and lifted it up to make eye contact with her. Then she gently navigated the face filled with desire equal to hers directly into the crevice now pumping out erotic scents.
Sylvanas smiled to herself when she succesfully teased her lover to the point when Tyrande forced her attention to the point where she desired it the most. Her pleasent duty was done and now she allowed Tyrande to lead her to very middle of her crotch where all the sweet rewards laid. The time was proper to collect the sweet fruits of her labour. When her lips were gently forced by the Night Elf to connect with another set of lips, she greeted them with a gentle kiss and then sumberged her tongue into the space between them with hunger. She heard with satisfaction a deep exhale coming from somehwere above her. She proceeded with circling motions taking care to avoid the special point under the top end of the crevice. Just a little bit longer. She passionately inhaled all the erotic fragrances and tried to reach all the places she could. When further delay started to seem a little bit insensitive to the High Priestess, she moved upwards to finally wrap her tongue around Tyrande's clit. Once firmly gripped, she proceeded to stimulate with meticulous care. At one point Tyrande was so aroused that she lifted her pelvis from the sheets into the air and Sylvanas' head still deeply entrenched in herself with it. She now forced the banshee's head against herself with both her hands with a desire not let any movement get away from her. After a few seconds a deep contraction arrived and Tyrande's body bent itself into the air in a breathtaking sensation that expanded from her crotch across her whole self. When she retained control over her limbs again she slowly lowered her pelvis back on the bed with the Dark Lady's head hopelessly entrenched between her thighs. She kept her there allowing herself to inhale deeply several times before opening her legs. Sylvanas gave her a gentle kiss first and only then lifted her face.
Sylvanas stretched her grey body on the priestess again, making direct eye contact with her lover. "Was all according to your desires, High Priestess ?" she asked silently. "Yes, most certainly was, Banshee." Tyrande replied while pulling Sylvanas' face toward her own and kissing her. The remained like this for a while. "I assume you wish to be rewarded for your service ?" The Dark Lady's smile slowly faded away giving space for an expression of deep desire and expectation. "Yes, my love. Please." she whispered, this time not even trying to hide her desired subordination. Tyrande lifted herself and Sylvanas by extension from the sheets, took the banshee by her hips and forced her on her grey belly on the bed while she herself moved behind her. Tyrande stationed herself between Sylvanas' legs, diretly above her but cheeks. Then she used both of her hands to pull lying woman's hips towards herself, forcing the waiting lover on her hands and knees. Sylvanas turned her head towards Tyrande and said: "Please, my love. Take control. Please." Tyrande pulled her posterior on her underbelly and without any preparations reached out with her right hand for Sylavanas's crotch. The priestess' middle and ring fingers, swift in motion, reached into the crevice. Sylvanas gasped, clearly instatnly starting to feel mounting sensation. "Oooohhh." she exhaled turning her head away from Tyrande and assuming a surordinated position. The circling motion of Tyrande's fingers started to pick velocity while firmly holding the banshee's clit under them. Sylvanas' exhales were becoming deeper and longer until they became irregular. When the mercilessly delivered sensation became too much the Dark Lady's knees gave up their stability. Tyrande, delighted to notice this, stretched herself forward, forcing Sylvanas to land her body on the bed and descended her own body on her while briefly stopping to stimulate her, now fully subordinated lover. When the banshee was completely and hopelessly imprisoned under her. Tyrande, now comfortably on top, resumed the motion of her hand, now stuck between the banshee's body and the bed. To increase her lover's sensation she took Sylvanas' ear between her lips and caressed it with her own tongue. After a few minutes of overwhelming domination and excitement relentlessly attacking all her senses grey-skinned woman's body slightly lifter both of then from the bed and after a few seconds slowly descended back to the bed, exhausted with the delivery of so much pleasure.
Tyrande, much satisfied with her work, slid her hands under Sylvanas's body, one covering her chest and the other reaching into her crotch. They remained like this, for a while. The Dark Lady, now slowly regaining control over herself, said in over-satisfied manner: "Thank you, my love." Tyrande, instead of responding, just lifted her lover's face from the sheets and passionately kiseed her. "Now rest under my control as much as you want."