Diary of a Princess

by Felnieri

Set in the Broken Isles during the legion invasion. Illidan was only looking to fight the legion, not fall in love, but sometimes plans change. Follow the story from the beginning here, Diary of a Princess-Part 1. I do not own the rights to IP by Blizzard Entertainment nor any characters herein. I do not stand to profit from this work. RATED M FOR SEX, VIOLENCE, DISTURBING IMAGES

1. Chapter 1

. . .

She stomped through the underbrush, hot tears coming from her tear ducts and sizzling out of existence as fast as they came. More angry tears than sad ones, though both were certainly present. She realized that she was still gripping her glaives tightly, Kayn was lucky he still had his head seated firmly on his shoulders.

Felnieri hooked the glaives on her back now and balled her fists up at her sides instead. The recently awakened demon hunter strode toward the high cliff overlooking the sea off the western coast of Faronaar in Aszuna. After the fall of her master Lord Illidan 6 years ago, both his body and all of his remaining Illidari demon hunters had been placed in stasis crystals in the Vault of the Wardens. Maiev Shadowsong, Illidan's jailer for the better part of ten millennia, oversaw the imprisonment until her recent and unforeseen change of heart. Long time arch nemeses, Maiev had finally gotten the better of Felnieri's master in the siege of the Black Temple. With the help of both the Alliance and the Horde, and the traitorous wretch Akama, she dealt the final blow to his mortal body there in a rage of hatred. It would seem much has been learned since then, she thought bitterly. If they had only listened to Lord Illidan back then…

Back then she and Kayn had been lovers. Kayn was and now is again one of Lord Illidan's right hand advisors and blade of the Illidari. Felneiri was under Kayn directly and commanded her own force of elite hunters, it was this group that was on a mission that fateful day to capture a legion ship named the Fel Hammer, a ship used by the Burning Legion to mount assaults on Azeroth. The unexpected mission is likely the only reason that she and her forces had survived the assault on the temple. Kayn was on the mission with her that day by order of Lord Illidan himself. Things between the two of them had been fine then. She had met Kayn during her training sessions in the temple courtyard, as the demon hunters were first being born into their new selves. She had been immediately attracted to the other Sin'dorei. His long raven colored hair, such a stark contrast to her own light blonde locks, and his cut physique paled only to the power at his command. Power from being a demon hunter, yes, but that power she shared in spades. Power also from being so close to Lord Illidan, Kayn had been one of the first to survive the transformation and had been entrusted to help train the new demon hunters as they came, one of which had been Felnieri.

They had been lovers many months before their capture. Felnieri kicked a loose stone and sent it flying on her way up to the ledge that she often came to for quiet time. The solitude helped her clear her oft troubled mind. The force deep inside her, the one that helped shape her into what she now was, was an unrelenting threat to her sanity if she didn't keep it in check. The views from here helped her remember why she chose this life, to defend this beauty at all costs. She silently wished that it had been Kayn's face instead of a benign chunk of the mountain that had met her foot.

During the long six years encapsulated within the vault Felneiri had thought about Kayn many times. The memory of his firm body pressed against hers as he kissed her, long nights after training that were spent with him under the endless skies of Outland, those memories had kept her sane for six years. Her body had been a motionless captive all of that time but her mind had been free to roam and remember. Now she wished that more of those hours had been spent listening to her captors or remembering instead how it felt when her glaives sliced through a demon and her hands were slick with the tingly sensation of fel blood and power.

Felnieri punted another rock. It went skittering up and over the precipice of the stony outcropping. She carefully placed her runed glaives down and plopped atop a smooth rock near the edge. She sometimes used this rock to stand on and hone her glaive skills in private. It was low to the ground and big enough that even with her glaives beside her she could pull her legs up under her and sit with her chin on her knees. It was cold today but she didn't mind, these things had long ago ceased bothering her altered body. The breeze stirred up little waves on the water and while she couldn't see where water met earth, she could hear the soft slaps beneath her as it did. The emerald tinted tears were no longer falling but her thoughts remained troubled as the demon hunter gazed out over the sea and slipped back into her memories, the rhythmic waves striving to give her a sense of calm.

Since the War of the Ancients millennia ago, the dark titan Sargeras had been trying to "cleanse" Azeroth. Lord Illidan Stormrage had pledged his life to defend Azeroth back then, masterfully infiltrating the legion's ranks and rising among them to stab at its heart. He dealt a great blow to the legion but its head remained. New ire rose in her as she thought of another Stormrage, Malfurion, Illidan's twin brother. He and his wife Tyrande, whom Illidan had also loved, failed to recognize Illidan's heroism in that war. They had instead lead the Kaldorei down the path of druidism despite their birthright of arcane magic, the powerful magic that her master had wielded so well even before his power was magnified by Sargeras.

Sargeras had given Illidan great and painful gifts while he was in false service to the legion, gifts that she understood were vital to the fight against the legion because her lord had been able to help bestow those on Felnieri also. Illidan had fought valiantly to preserve this magic, sacrificing everything he knew for the good of his former brethren. But despite all of this his brother and his long time friend decided instead that Illidan should be punished for his so called crimes.

She wasn't there then, but the thought of his 10,000 year imprisonment always made her seethe with rage. Of course, Lord Illidan had been released by his once love Tyrande, only to be used as a tool to fight the legion when no hope remained. As it turned out Maiev wasn't too happy about his release and sought to recapture him. She did but this time she could not hold him. He journeyed to Outland and sought again to do his best to win the ultimate fight. That was when she came into his service. She had been sent with Kael'thas, the prince of her blood elf home of Quel'Thalas, who allied with her master on a promise that he could cleanse their addiction to the magical Sunwell. His elves helped bolster Illidan's forces in Outland, and after Kael'thas defected to the legion many became the first demon hunters. Lord Illidan's plan was at its climax when the obsession laden Maiev and her pet Broken, Akama, put it and Azeroth's salvation to an end. The infinite wisdom of fools, she thought to herself.

Not since the War of the Ancients had the fate of Azeroth so hung in the balance. What Illidan had most feared all of those years was beginning to happen now. With him slain atop the Black Temple, Maiev's only hope of saving Azeroth now was to free the Illidari and plea for their assistance in repelling Sargeras once again. And assisting they were. In fact, they had tirelessly worked to retrieve Lord Illidan's immortal soul from Helheim. His Illidari could hear his call even from beyond the grave beckoning them to prepare and fight. They restored his soul to his encapsulated body and claimed victory over the sulking Maiev and already some of the major denizens of the legion. They had been focused, as any of the elite enough to call themselves Illidari should be. She was able to see Kayn a few short times but always in service to her lord and as a fury filled hunter, not as a lover.

But hope had now arrived in the form of a winged night elf and she stole away in a moment of respite to visit her lover at the place they had named Illidari Stand. She had arrived to his tent flushed with desire and excitement. Years had passed since she had known a male and it was one of the few things that she could still enjoy from her former life, before the ritual had transformed her. It had been why she had found Kayn's company so alluring back in Outland. With everything so steeped in dark magics and pain and the endless training and fighting, having a relationship, or at least the carnal intimacy, had been a welcome reprieve.

She had always been a hopeless romantic back in Quel'Thalas. With no family to speak of she longed for deep connections with the opposite sex to fill her loneliness. But her people had been in disarray then. Her focus had to be much more on the defense and recovery of her homeland and less on her personal wishes and desires. She trained as a mage under Kael'thas, indirectly. Her mentor was Kor'lynn Evenshadow, a severe blood elf that had survived both the troll wars and the Lich King and now served as a tutor for young mages. Felnieri hadn't been under her tutelage long before the destruction of the Sunwell halted her studies. Thankfully all of the years of fending for herself had also taught her to be pretty good with a blade and she could easily pass as a warrior if needed. Kael had decided to take a group to Outland and that seemed like as good of an opportunity as any. Her versatility could be useful to him, she had decided. And where else was she going to go at that point?

Many of those years in prison her mind had grasped for the little moments spent with Kayn. Anything in her former life wasn't really worth remembering. She had the thirst for demon blood and a longing for romance left from her days in Outland to cling to. With a nod she had let herself past the guards between her and the jutting little hut of animal hide. Most of Illidan's forces were well acquainted with her face and even more so her glaives as she often dropped her foes with astonishing prowess in their midst. While she still had an innate knack for magic, her skills as a warrior had been the ones most magnified by her fel companion. Felnieri was slight of frame, as were most Sin'dorei, but with lean muscle and deadly accuracy she left a much larger footprint in her wake than her elven foot belied. Why she hadn't advanced further she didn't know. Lord Illidan had been very distracted in Outland and she blamed his preoccupation with the task at hand that had kept her from being Kayn's equal instead of underling. He mostly had left training and organizing the Illidari demon hunters to a few of the leaders while he worked on whatever else he worked on all the time. She was however, Kayn's right hand and no one would have moved to stop her anyway, though she desperately wished that they had.

Remaining ever the warrior on the outside but with a growing flutter in her stomach she threw aside the flap to his tent, an act that she had done so many times before in Outland. What she found inside sent her reeling. The smile that had been playing on her lips abruptly died before it could come to its fullness. Kayn was there but he was not alone. She took it all in in mere seconds. Kayn, his hair tousled no doubt from the long fingers that were wrapped in it, almost fell out of the cot when she entered. The only thing that stopped his tumble was the pale blood elf with the mass of red hair piled on her head that had him wrapped around her naked body.

She found her glaives in her hands. A little mocking voice on the inside laughed at her. Look what he's done. Kill him! Kill him! it shrieked with glee. She shoved the voice back down but couldn't help darting her tongue out on her lips in anticipation of spilled blood. She thought she heard her name but it was drowned out by the pounding in her ears. As quickly as she had lost it, she regained her composure and let the flap fall back in between them. She didn't see Kayn disengage from his companion, neither did she hear him stumble out and call after her. All she saw was his arms on the wretched little elf's body. Her pale skin, devoid of the marks of power that adorned both her and her former lover's body blinded her mind's eye.

She kept her well-practiced composure until she was certain she no longer sensed anyone from the camp near her. She then let her guise fall. She easily sliced a few straggling demonic invaders in twain through the tears. She smelled the tempting smell of the tainted blood and it called to her deepest parts. Today was not the day to give in to the call though or who knows what destruction she may leave in her wake.

Felnieri was so lost in thought there on the rock that she never heard him approach. She let her senses be dulled by the pain and betrayal, though she likely wouldn't have sensed him even on her best day. Over the roar of her emotions and the much softer spattering of the waves breaking against the rocks below a deep voice rose behind her.

"I believe that's my spot you're in", the voice said.

Felnieri got up with a start, grabbing her glaives and spinning on the intruder to her musings. She should have recognized the voice, should have felt his presence, but she had blocked out almost everything it would seem. The voice, while commanding, held no discernable malice in it. But malice or no, she was also an Illidari, a very distracted and emotional one, but no one sneaks up on one of the Illidari without risking being sliced open. Only because her movements remained graceful and fluid did she only open a small area of the skin on her forearm with her blade as she spun, her abruptly terminated thoughts causing her judgement to be slightly off mark. She landed, glaives drawn and a tiny rivulet of green blood trickling toward her hand. Before her stood Lord Illidan Stormrage, a tiny smile of amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth at her graceful yet somehow still clumsy show.

A moment passed in silence.

Her glaives hit the rocky ground with a clang.

She stood there, eye to flaming eye with him.

Her position on higher ground made the Kaldorei's taller height more equal to hers than it would have been were the earth even beneath them. Felnieri felt those eyes peer into her very soul for two beats, four, before her slowly coalescing thoughts formed into action. She took a knee and the blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders hid her flushed cheeks as she dropped her head. She was thankful that while her soul had felt him her mind seemed to remain untouched. She almost let loose a sardonic laugh at the mess he would have found there.

"Lord Illidan. My apologies, I was distracted and you startled me. Very unbecoming of-"

She paused as a shadow fell over her. Felnieri saw his feet come into view close to where the green blood from her still weeping wound fell. She had turned her glaives on her leader, she thought that small stain to very likely to get larger soon, whether the intention was ill or not.

"-one of your highly trained and loyal followers." she finished. The kneeling demon hunter put as much emphasis on the word loyal as she dared.

Felnieri felt his hand coming toward her, not quickly though as she had expected, but slowly and his hand circled around to place his fingers on her chin. A chin that was not trembling, at least there was a small amount of pride to be gleaned from that fact. If she was going to die, she would die proud and strong.

Lord Illidan put just enough pressure on her chin to pull her up to her full height. Now on even earth she stood with her nose pointed at his chest. Her eyes actually wished to linger there a moment longer. Illidan's chest was broad and strong and the runes there radiated power. She'd dared a glance at his spectacularly defined abs as she rose, years of imprisonment followed by death and then the reclaiming of his soul did little to diminish his stunning body. The flush that rose to her cheeks this time had nothing to do with anger or her so recent embarrassment. She was thankful right now for the gift that she had received during the ritual, though it was anything but at the time, because if she had still had her birth eyes they would have surely reflected the white hot desire that zipped through her body. She was not, however, permitted to keep her gaze on his chest as the continued pressure of his fingers kept her head tilting up until she had once again locked eyes with the augmented night elf that she called lord.

. . .

Illidan Stormrage had been ripped back from the grave into utter chaos. Good thing that's how he thrived. His Illidari had worked so very hard to make that happen and for that he was grateful. He had come back just in time to suck the very essence out of the fel corrupted orc Gul'dan, which oddly enough marked the second time that he had done such in his lifetime. He had also had plenty of opportunities to slake the hunger of his glaives, the legendary glaives of the doomguard Azzinoth that Illidan had possessed since the War of the Ancients.

Illidan had worked tirelessly since his return, helping the human mage Khadgar build a strategy for the legion's downfall. Or more accurately helping Khadgar understand that Illidan has possessed the key to the legion's defeat for years and would have used it if it were not for the treachery of his once sworn ally Akama. He had even befriended the alien Draenai leader, Velen, since his return to the living. Velen was once again trying to make right his homeworld of Argus, another thing that would already be done if he had been able to complete his plans. Argus had been taken from the Draenai by the legion millennia ago and they had corrupted its leaders and its people had fallen victim to their new evil taskmasters. Only Velen and a handful of other Draenai had escaped Sargeras there. While in Outland, Illidan had been inches from travelling there and ending Kil'jaeden at the seat of his power. His thoughts darkened momentarily as he reflected on his failure. At last it would seem that it was time to put things as they should be, now that all of Azeroth had seen what he already knew about the legion.

All that aside, Illidan craved two things before returning to the tasks at hand. The first had been a female with which to slake his less violent desires. There were no shortage of the willing, mind you. But he rarely let himself indulge in such activities and he was very careful who he let that close to him. He had taken the edge off with a few succubi but that was only a little distraction and what he really longed for was one slightly more elven in form. However, since had had found none he thought worthy of taking the risk for he had move on to his second. Solitude. He had found a secluded peak overlooking the water on Faronaar that he occasionally came to and sat with his thoughts uninterrupted.

It was that place that he sought when he noticed that a Sin'dorei demon hunter had beat him there. He had sensed her of course as he approached but refrained from probing her at all. She was clearly one of his, powerful, but lost completely in her thoughts. It was rare that one of his sat so unaware, with recently bloodied glaives next to her on the rock. Fel energies radiated off of the markings on her bare shoulders, only slightly covered by her golden tresses. Where the leather bands of her top crossed her back he could see the green tattoos peeking out. Her lack of attention gave him time to look her over well, and slowly. Her legs were drawn up on the rock and crossed beneath her. She wore the classic Illidari kilt and it was bunched at her knees allowing some of her well-muscled legs to show. He lingered there a moment before moving back up to look at more than the markings on her back. The blood elf had a tiny waist under the criss cross of her top but her back and shoulders also showed the physique of a well-honed hunter. Strong but not overdone, just the sleek muscle of one who is very good at her craft.

He could see the strong aura of fel energy all over her but her body was devoid of some of the more unsavory looking changes that often came with the increased power. He imagined that the front of her leather top crossed as the back did, hiding only what must be hidden and leaving the rest exposed. He knew that the markings extended over her shoulders and down her chest like his. He had, after all, placed them there in a sense. Just then the light breeze shifted her hair back from her cheek and he caught the barest glance of her slender face. He could have seen whatever of her he wanted but he purposefully limited himself to mostly mortal sight, it was a much narrower way of viewing the world but it often proved more exciting under these circumstances. The demon hunter had delicate horns that rose at her hairline and curved up and out, extending back past her elven ears by a few inches. They were by far the darkest thing on the fair skinned blonde's body.

Perhaps in seeking his solitude he had lucked into the first of his desires after all. The Sin'dorei before him was beautiful and powerful, a combination that he very much liked. Finally after taking his time drinking in her curves he decided to make his presence known.

"I believe that's my spot you're in, " he said, careful to make sure he spoke without threatening.

Clearly startled, she whirled on him, cutting her own arm on her blade as she turned to confront him. He watched it all unfold with humor. Fear, anger, resolve, shock, embarrassment and finally shame crossed her features in a lightning fast array. Still she stood looking at him as she let her weapons slip from her grasp. Illidan saw an underlying sadness in her face working beneath the marquis display of other emotions. It made her no less breathtaking, in fact it may have actually made her more so. He admired her now from the front. Smooth stomach, strong arms and her breasts were tucked under strips of leather just as he had imagined. Her fel green markings were teasing him as they disappeared beneath her top.

Finally she dropped to a knee and let her face tilt toward the stones that lay beneath her. He caught only the slightest waiver in her voice as she began her apology. She didn't see his smile grow as she worried over her fate. Pride filled his chest for what loyal followers he had. He was not concerned that she had faced him with her weapons drawn, he would expect no less, he was much more concerned with what she would do to fix the issues that she had unwittingly caused in his nether region.

He stepped to her as she spoke, allowing her to falter and continue before smoothly lifting her head until she was standing before him, face upturned at his wordless request. Unwavering and standing firm, but with arms loosely at her sides she gazed up at him. This female was everything he imagined when he first sought to create a loyal force to fight the legion. Illidan let his hand drop from her chin and instead raised the injured arm up even with her chest between them. There was only a small seeping of blood now.

"You are injured", Illidan spoke and watched the color rise in her cheeks. Before she could offer another apology for her clumsiness he bent down and pressed his lips to her wound, never breaking eye contact with the beautiful elf. The blood left there tickled his lips and left them tingling with transferred power. He savored the feeling as he watched her breath quicken at his touch.

. . .

His lips were warm and much softer than she would have imagined for the powerful being that stood before her. Were it still possible, Felnieri would have closed her eyes and savored the touch of his lips. This outcome was not on the mental list of possibilities that she had worked through while she knelt. The soft pressure retired from her arm but he did not loose it.

"Good afternoon, Illidari…" his voice rose at the last word, clearly prompting her to continue the sentence.

"F-Felnieri, my lord," she supplied with a little tremor.

"Felnieri" he finished, "What a pleasure finding you here today."

He slid his hand up from her wrist to her elbow but let it linger there for now. She allowed her eyes to drop from his and traced the strong line of his jaw down to his shoulder and finally his chest. She watched it rise and fall with his breath, the breath that she helped place back into his lungs so recently. In a sudden moment of boldness she moved to place her hand there, wanting to feel the reality of it for herself.

To her surprise she met no resistance. In fact he inclined his head toward her, leaning in close to her ear.

"I could really use some company tonight, something tells me that you could too." The voice that makes pit lords quake in fear was light in her ear. It was also laced with the same desire she felt growing in her gut. But as softly as it was spoken this was Illidan Stormrage and his words commanded respect and obedience at all times. She was pretty sure that applied to requests to join him in his quarters if that is what he commanded as well. She would have assented anyway, of course, but the power of the inquisitor did not escape her notice. She begrudgingly ripped her eyes off of his firm chest where her hand lay and allowed them to drop in an attempt to be servile. She took a deep breath to steady her voice.

"Of course, Lord Illidan, I am ever at your service"

The hand supporting her elbow was swiftly removed causing hers to slide off of the larger demon hunter's chest. Oh no, that was somehow wrong too, she thought. She had the chance to be face to face with Lord Illidan and so far she had done everything possible wrong. She sighed internally at her failures, today just isn't my day.

Fingers were at her chin once again pulling her face up to look at his. Illidan's brow furrowed between his runecloth blindfold and the large curved horns that adorned his head.

"This is not a command, Felnieri, only a request. Do as you would like." His brow remained creased and his voice soft. She suddenly saw a wisp of vulnerability in him and remembered his well-known struggle with being repeatedly rejected by Tyrande Wisperwind. Could Lord Illidan actually have doubts about being wanted? It left as quickly as she saw the flicker but it did not go unnoticed by the blood elf.

Before she could think about what she was doing, her hand shot back up to his chest and the words came tumbling out of her mouth.

"Lord Illidan, I would love nothing more! Please forgive-" her words were abruptly cut off as his hand caught her waist and pulled her into his chest. He growled down into her ear,

"No more apologies, Felnieri. That one is an order." He then silenced any forming protests that she may have had by drawing her into a deep kiss and the world melted.

. . .

Illidan felt the lithe blood elf go all but limp in his arm when he silenced her. He caught the back of her neck with his other hand, long fingers slipping into the soft, golden strands of hair. The only sign that she maintained full control of her body was the fervency with which she met his kiss. Effortlessly he lifted her up off the ground to bring her even with him, their lips locked in their own embrace. Her body seemed to recover from the shock of his kiss and she wrapped her legs around his torso and rested her arms on his broad shoulders. He lifted her up a little higher, forcing her to have the advantage on maintaining the lip lock. At the same time he removed his hand from the back of her neck and traced a careless little pattern in the air behind him. An unseen magical barrier shielded the rocky precipice from view. With the cliff now theirs alone he lowered Felnieri onto the smooth rock that she had been seated on when he arrived.

. . .

The stone was cold on Felnieri's back but the blood elf surmised that it was likely her that had gotten hotter since she last rested here. Illidan placed her gently on the stone and broke off the kiss. He towered over her as she lay on her back propped up on her elbows. From between her lips she could hear her breath coming in ragged, desire filled gasps.

She let her head loll back exposing her tender neck to him. In a flash he was on her, kissing the neck he had left exposed for him. Dancing shivers ran down her spine and shot to her core, remaining there to undulate as if to unheard music. Gently the night elf eased her the rest of the way down and they came to rest on their sides with her head resting on the inside of his upper arm. Illidan moved to the other side of her neck, kissing and tenderly pulling on the skin there with his lips. In this position her right arm was somewhat trapped between them but her left hand had free reign to explore his body. Felnieri took full advantage of that right and her fingers began to trace every starkly defined muscle on his abdomen.

So many years of fighting and surviving made every inch of his body a finely tuned weapon. Her playing fingers found taut muscles everywhere they ventured and her body responded to each new discovery. Illidan seemed to tire of her neck and his lips strayed downward. For such a being as this his touch was always so soft and gentle. He handled her like the most delicate and precious thing he had ever touched.

I like this Illidan, she thought, but she also had liked the one who growled an order in her ear. Perhaps she could tease a little more of that out of him as well.

His tongue traced out the runes on her shoulder and then her chest. There was a little tug where the leather straps met at her midback and then the whole of that garment slid to rest at her waist. Having unfettered access, he continued tracing her marks further. Felnieri arched into him accomplishing two things. First, it thrust her now bare breasts toward his hungry mouth and he accepted her offer with no hesitation. Second, her change in position allowed her to plunge the no longer trapped right hand down into the leader of the Illidari's pants. She expected to find another layer beneath the hide he wore but was pleasantly surprised when she could immediately grasp his ample organ.

She felt his body tense at the abrupt shift of control but he immediately relaxed back into her. Illidan caught her hard nipple between his teeth and used just enough pressure to cause a tiny ache but no pain. Enjoying their little game of tug of war she squeezed his very erect organ and then began to languidly stroke it from base to tip, lingering on the latter just a bit too long before beginning again. He rose to look at her, a playful grin softening his features.

"Oh is that what you're after?' his tone matched his expression but his voice, as always, commanded an answer. And just like that control firmly shifted back to the Illidari lord. Felneiri rolled fully onto her back and let her hand slip out of his pants.

"Yes, my lord…please…"were the only breathy words she let escape her lips. Felnieri had been forced to remain in steely control most of the day and she realized that all she really wanted in this moment was for Illidan to take control and do what he would with her. She just wanted to surrender to this moment here with him and bask in its unexpected glory.

He was up and standing over her again now, pleased to have the upper hand. He shed his pants and moved to slide his hand up her inner thigh, moving up and out, working the kilt up over her hips, and then back down to her knee. His unhurried strokes relaxed her to her center and she opened up fully to his touch. Her tiny gasps and groans seemed to be making him more and more excited and she loved the way he stared at her as she moved under his hands. Maybe she would just save trying to elicit another low sexy growl until next time.

Next time.

The words smashed into her mind like a hammer. There won't be a next time, she thought. It had been random chance that they had both been here looking for something today. He is Lord Illidan, she brooded momentarily, he won't even remember my name if we run into each other again. Her eyes came sharply back into focus and she took him in. Felnieri wanted desperately to never forget this moment. She wanted to remember the ebb and flow of the waves on the rocks, the gentle breeze caressing the surrounding trees as softly as the naked demon hunter was caressing her thighs. She wanted to remember the blue of the sky over the broken shores that day and the coolness of the rock at her back. She drank in his form like she was about to die of thirst. Sturdy legs, masculine chest, strong features. And in the middle his sex at full attention as he looked down at her body lying there waiting for him. Most of all she wanted to remember how it felt to be so adored by someone, even for so short of a time.

He must have noticed her change in demeanor, he ceased the soft touches and quickly reached up and tore her undergarments from her body. She lay spread for him to see now and he took his time studying her body. Illidan licked his lips and smiled a coy little grin at her, he grasped his own organ in preparation and he laid atop her and entered her in one fluid movement.

He split her and filled her to overflowing. The Sin'dorei gasped as she adjusted to his invasion of her and then let out a long low moan as it became comfortable. Illidan hadn't moved save for sliding his large hand under her blonde locks to cradle her head. As the moan came to a close he began to move, small thrusts at first but increasing in vigor as they progressed. His hand made its way between their bodies to cup her breast and tease at the nipple. Renewed shockwaves pulsed where his member penetrated her. She moaned again loudly and rocked her hips up to meet his.

Looking at him was no less than majestic. She had to tilt her head back slightly to see his face. A mask of pleasure had overtaken it and soft groans escaped his lips. His horns rose proudly from his head and his dark hair fell around them. His tattooed chest heaved rhythmically both with his breathing and the thrusts that were increasing in intensity. Glorious red tinted wings spread out from his back with his exertion. She threw her legs around his torso again and pulled herself up on him, forcing his organ deeper still. They moaned in unison this time and he bent his head down to lock her in a kiss.

Illidan released her breast and slid his hand around to her back. It had begun to chafe against the stone with the thrusting and his touch stung the raw skin but she didn't mind at all really. She channeled all that sensation into the growing fire in her loins. Feeling her tighten, the night elf thrust harder. The diffuse pleasure began to localize to one tiny spot that threatened to explode at any moment.

Felnieri moaned into Lord Illidan's mouth as he kissed her. The pinpoint of sensation grew, rose and then shattered, sending her mind to pieces right along with it. She clawed at his back and shuddered into him. Both sets of her lips were left quivering in release. He slowed his motions for a minute and kissed her on the collarbone, he moved to her ear in with a line of tiny kisses and in his rumbling voice asked,

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

The Sin'dorei breathed her assent more than spoke it and moved her hips to let him into her farther again. She very much wanted him to feel what she just felt. He answered her beckons with renewed excitement, his long cock slick with her juices. Groans continued to come from both of them, Illidan's muscles tightened and then she felt his release come in waves. His head dropped down to hers and the great horns almost scraped the rock below her. He rested his chin on her forehead while he caught his breath. As it slowed his lips grazed her forehead.

"Felnieri," he paused, "Thank you."

She thought it odd to be thanked for sex but guessed she'd never had sex this casually before so maybe it was normal. His angular face was relaxed and a satisfied expression rested there. She reached up and touched his blindfold, silently wondering what he would look like without it. His eyefires were intense enough through the cloth, surely, they were something to behold without it.

"It was my pleasure, Lord Illidan," she quipped, emphasizing the word pleasure. Her hand remained on his face with her fingers on the cloth and the palm resting against the heat of his cheek. Still unsure in what capacity she was being used she almost added, I live to serve, but thought better of it when she remembered the earlier reaction when she had treated his "request" as an order.

With one last fleeting kiss on the forehead, Illidan withdrew himself from her. Felnieri immediately missed the fullness of him inside her. He offered a hand to get up from the now slippery rock. They had left their mark of sweat mingled with other body fluids and the rock now had a faint greenish cast to it. They silently collected their garments and weapons and returned them to their assigned locations. Too soon, the cliff was back as it was and she caught the little shimmer of magic in the air all around the precipice as he waved his hand toward the path she had approached from. She was so focused that she never saw him place it but appreciated his diligence in privacy none the less. It was a good thing that he had because as the invisible shield dropped she heard approaching footsteps.

No doubt Illidan heard them too because in a second he was beside her and swept her up into a passionate kiss. Just as fast, he was gone and all she saw was the flash of his wings as he leaped off the cliffs edge, gliding out of sight. She was still staring after him when a familiar voice called her name from behind her.

. . .

Illidan felt light as he dove off the cliff. As much as he hated to leave her so quickly, he couldn't risk anyone else's life over nothing. Illidan Stormrage had no shortage of enemies and few would hesitate to use anything or anyone they might find useful against him. He had enjoyed himself immensely with the curvy blood elf and regretted not being able to really tell her so.

He landed on the rocks below, around the corner and out of sight. Her scent still lingered on him and it was intoxicating. The sweetness of it made him smile in remembrance of the little spasms he felt when she climaxed on his organ. Hopefully this little chance encounter would last him a while, the world was at war and there was work to be done. He stepped off into the sea to rinse himself of her aroma. As he did a portal began to form in front of him. Illidan could sense Khadgar's magical signature before his face appeared before him. This type of portal was only meant for communication so the mage didn't step through, only spoke.

"Illidan we have – where the heavens are you?" Khadgar looked at him waist deep in the sea on the backside of nowhere and raised an eyebrow. "Are you taking a bath? You know we have designated areas for that now…"

Illidan smirked at Khadgar, he may have once disliked this human but he was growing on him.

"Nevermind the bathing, the Kaldorei have always struck me as a tad odd anyway" Khadgar seemed to say more to himself than anyone else. "We have received word that our forces have secured all of the Pillars of Creation, it is time." he finished.

The portal dematerialized and Illidan readied himself for battle once again. For now thoughts of Felnieri would have to wait, he could hear the tomb of Sargeras calling his name.

. . .

Felnieri really didn't want this moment ruined. Not by anyone, but especially not by the demon hunter currently standing behind her. Color was still high in her cheeks and she still felt the caress of Illidan's mouth lingering on her lips as she turned to face Kayn Sunfury.

"I've been looking for you, "the palms of his hands were facing toward her in a silent plea.

"It would appear you have located me," Felnieri said with irritation in her voice. Her expression was flat, and she found her emotions much easier to keep in check now.

"I'm sorry Felnieri. Ly'anah was-she's just-its been so long…" he finally trailed off. He could see his explanations had no quarter in her heart.

"I'm sure Ly'anah is lucky to have you, Illidari," she drew out the blood elf's name overly long.

"Baby, I miss you. I never meant-"

She cut him off and drew her glaives. The sun glinted off the metal and the reflection caught Kayn in the face, as if warning him of the risks of continuing. This marked the third time today that she had drawn her weapons on another demon hunter. What is with today, she thought to herself.

"You may no longer address me as such. It is Illidari or Felnieri, please and thank you," she said coolly. "Leave before I decide that I did myself a disservice by leaving your head attached after all."

Kayn shrugged her threat off, "I'm sorry you found out in that manner…Felnieri." He did the same thing to her name as she had done to the traitorous blood elf's. "Please report for your next assignment at sun up in the morning, Illidari." And with that she watched Kayn Sunfury walk away. That would have been so much harder an hour ago, she thought.

...

Back at Illidari Stand she lay in her tent thinking over the day's events. She had arrived here just this morning intending to be laying with Kayn right now but instead she was alone on her cot with nothing but Illidan permeating her thoughts. The memory of his touch made her grow moist again between her legs. He had filled her so completely, touched her so delicately and had caused all reality to shatter at her climax in such a way that she was not sure anyone else could ever satisfy her again. Felnieri laid there long enough to feel the heat of the day wane and the coolness of the night air take over, still unable to find rest. She finally drifted off to sleep but the night elf infiltrated her dreams as well.

Felnieri woke with a start. The sun was already high in the sky and light filtered in her tent from the east. "Dammit," she said to herself as she sloughed off the tangled sleeping skins and hurried to get dressed. She had slept almost none at all last night, her mind at war with itself over the dichotomy of lamenting the loss of her former lover and recalling the experience with her new one.

It was well past time to report for her next assignment. Kayn, who while he may be her former lover, was still actively her leader and would surely be displeased. Not that the demon hunter particularly cared how he felt, but she did care about the fight and being late was doing nothing to advance their cause.

She hastily clipped on her glaives, winced just a little as they touched her back, and stepped into the warm sunlight. Down a small slope and off to the right toward the center of Illidari Stand stood Kayn, still surrounded by other demon hunters. They were all her team, so she was sure he would take this opportunity to embarrass her in front of them for the things she had said to him the day before. None the less, she squared her shoulders and made sure her chin was aloft as she approached the gathering.

"Felnieri, how nice of you to join us, I trust you slept well." The sarcasm wounded her a little but no one was the wiser.

"Yes, it was so nice to have a break, dealing with vermin is such tiring work." She gave him a cold smile and emphasized the word vermin. Nevermind that she hadn't slept at all. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was partially to blame for that.

"Well as I was explaining to your people here," he inclined his head toward the nine waiting Illidari, "I believe I need you to relocate to Stormheim. There is heavy invasion there and reinforcements are needed."

She had expected as much. Stormheim was the farthest region from Aszuna on the broken isles. I guess he couldn't justify sending me all the way back to Orgrimmar, she thought. Not that they didn't need help in Stormheim, she was sure that they did, but she knew it was Kayn's way of getting rid of his former lover. Felnieri gave him a curt nod,

"Very well then. Let's get underway."

When the group had gotten clear of the raven haired blood elf one of the Kaldorei demon hunters from her group hurried up to fall in stride beside her. Felnieri gave her friend a sidelong glance as she approached. Myrith Eveningshine had been with her since Outland. Not only was she a fierce and loyal demon hunter but she had become a close friend. Due to her night elf heritage Myrith stood a head taller than Felnieri and her skin was a deep purple hue that always reminded her of the sky just after the sun sank below the horizon. Her jet black hair reached her waist and swung as she trotted up. Her eyes were covered with a silver blindfold, a stark contrast to her dark features. Concern lined her elven forehead.

As the others readied their animals, Felnieri finally let her uncovered, glowing eyes meet Myrith's.

"Ok, friend, "Myrith said as soon as they stopped, "that exchange was not pleasant to watch. Aren't you two a thing?"

"Perhaps before we were, it appears he is taking full advantage of our newfound freedom. Time to move on, I guess." The spurned Sin'dorei gave a stiff smile and tried to keep the hard edge out of her voice. The look on Myrith's face told her that she had failed. She looked at her friend and softened a bit.

"Myrith, I'm sorry. It's just…" her voice trailed off as she remembered the last person that she had apologized to.

Illidan's face rose up in her mind as he held her chin captive and leaned in to growl in her ear. The familiar tingle ran through her and lit up parts of her that should not be focused on at this moment. Then he had kissed her passionately. Unconsciously Felnieri reached up to feel her back, still tender and raw from the rock. She might have thought it a dream if she didn't still carry the evidence there. Thankfully with her weapons on it was mostly hidden from anyone who may inquire about it. She could have healed it but in truth, she liked it there for now as a reminder.

Myrith's hand on her shoulder brought her back to the present. "Nieri are you ok?"

She grinned at the nickname her friend had chosen for her years ago. "Yes, Myr, we had a little falling out that's all. I think it's all going to work out just fine." Her smile was genuine this time. She was thankful for her friend's concern and having the memory of Illidan Stormrage's sculptured body to look back on.

The two friends along with the other eight demon hunters rose into the air on their mounts. They could have ridden through the other regions on the ground slaying demons as they travelled but it would take a week that way and likely only four nights by air. Felnieri decided to take to the skies for expediency but also because the path would take them over the ancient city of Suramar, the birthplace of Lord Illidan, his brother Malfurion and the object of both of their love, Tyrande Whisperwind. How lucky she must have been to have both the most powerful night elf druid and the most powerful wielder of the arcane vie for her affections.

On the third day of travel, land below gave way to water then to the unthinkably graceful sprawl that was Suramar City. Oh to have been there then! She daydreamed that if she had been there in those times that Illidan wouldn't have had eyes for Tyrande, but that he had found her instead. Warmth spread in her chest at the thought of Illidan feeling so strongly for her. Nice as that imagined scenario might be, she did have to giggle at her somewhat teenage fantasies.

Felnieri was born a blood elf, not a night elf, and while she was not particularly young she also was not anywhere near ten thousand years old, not yet. Those seemed a little unovercomeable, but hey, it was her fantasy right? But in the here and now it would also seem that Illidan is at least recovering, if not recovered from the loss of Tyrande to his brother. She thought this not because of yesterday, though she did hope that helped, but it was just the general understanding that Lord Illidan busied himself with more pressing things than pining over the night elf priestess, or really probably any elf for that matter. Including me.

She shook off the heaviness of that thought as the flying caravan swept wide south over the crystalline waters surrounding Suramar. The city was breathtaking, and that may be an understatement. The whole of the city had a purple cast to it and its intricate domed buildings rose high into the sky. Its wide walkways were shaded in willowing trees and she could imagine taking a stroll down them at dusk, hand in hand with someone special. Large grassy areas were spread out between the domes and spires inviting citizens to play or picnic at their leisure. All around it the broken shield hissed and sputtered magical energies. She continued to daydream about living in a place so different from either Quel'Thalas or Shadowmoon Valley as they carried on to Stormheim. One more camp on the edge of the mountains and they should be there.

The renewed invasion was well underway and they saw several legion ships as they approached. The caravan turned inland to pass over the less inhabited mountain ranges and landed just outside of Hrydshal. There they would tether their mounts and continue on foot, joining in the hunt for demons to take vengeance upon. Felnieri and Myrith led the charge down the path to Talonrest where a portal there spilled demons into the world to wreak havoc.

A trio of felhounds lunged toward them. The first one Felnieri caught in the midsection with her glaive as it descended upon her. The dog yelped and sprayed her with hot green blood as it split in two and Felnieri's skin began to tingle. Myrith had the second pinned on the soil and was bringing her runed sword down through its neck. As Felnieri dispatched the first one another came to rest at her feet and latched on to her leg with its teeth. The blade in her left hand swung at its grotesque spine and caught it near the tail. Undeterred by the split in its flesh the hound's bite intensified on her leg and she felt the skin begin to tear there. Her other forces had continued the advance toward the portal and she heard the sounds of blades meeting bone and rending unholy flesh. The stench of blood rose on the air and energized the demon hunter. The glaive that had sliced the hound in two followed her left and cut into the dog's neck at the base of his skull.

Felnieri let out a cry of rage as its jaws went slack and released her leg. Blood poured from the open wounds there and soaked her kilt and ran over her leather boots to the ground. Before trying to take a step on her gnawed leg, she reached out and ripped fragments of the hound's demon souls from their lifeless bodies and took them into herself to heal her wounds. The deep punctures got shallower and mangled skin mended itself until it appeared as if the marks had never been there.

She sped forward to catch the group and found each one engaged with a demon of some sort and still not near the portal. Demons dominated the area and for every one they slew another came to replace it. Such it would be until they could reach the portal and wipe it from existence. Some days it really did seem as if Sargeras's army was infinite.

More hounds came pouring out in to the world from the rip in the universe and their master was close on their heels. Felnieri launched herself past the dogs to strike at him. She landed just in front of him and swung low to try and take his feet out. The blades caught him in the ankle and sliced through the flesh there but he didn't stumble. The dogs must have sensed her intent to kill their master and had turned on her also. She followed through with her swing and it sunk into one of the hound's flanks. Blood spurted and covered her glaive in emerald ooze. Two more hounds flanked her, teeth bared, and the houndmaster was at her back now.

She sensed more than felt his giant axe blade arcing toward her. The demon hunter rolled to the side the fallen hound had approached from and narrowly escaped as the blade bit into the hard ground beside her. The houndmaster wailed with rage at his failed attempt on her life and wrenched his axe from the ground. Gracefully back on her feet she readied her glaives again. The houndmaster and his two remaining pups closed on her. Felnieri could hear the clashing of blades continuing around her and the air was filled with the fetid smell of corrupted flesh. She cut low again with the blade nearest the outside hound and cut his feet out from under him then brought the other down to crush his skull. He sunk to the ground with a hard thud. She yanked her glaive free and faced her two remaining foes.

The last hound growled and fel tainted drool dripped from his muzzle. Felnieri allowed the gauzy wings that lay magically hidden on her back unfurl and spread wide. Rising above the remaining demons in front of her, she lifted herself into the air with one mighty flap and braced for the pain. Her very bones ached as they cracked and lengthened and her shoulders spread by at least a foot in width. Sharp claws replaced her petite hands and her delicate horns were replaced with much more menacing ones. The pain was nearly unbearable but she channeled that agony into the chromatic beams that shot from her eyes toward the master and his beast. She watched them crumple under her gaze. The hound fell nearly immediately without even time for a dying yelp. Its master was brought to his knees but still attempted to raise his axe against her.

Felnieri zipped by him with impossible speed, her blade slicing through his neck in one clean movement. She collapsed to her knees on the other side of him and watched his severed head hit the ground. Her body screamed as it retook its elven form. She crouched there on all fours with her head hung and her hair falling forward to shield her face, chest heaving with exertion and exhilaration. Her skin was alight with tingling from the blood that arced over her chest and arms as she made the final slice. The ever-present companion inside urged her to feed upon the demon's flesh. Feedfeedfeedfeed! It was strong at first, having been fully awakened for a time, but quieted as her body returned to normal and a ripple of shimmery magic surged through her tattoos. Having no time to rest she scurried to her feet as the bloodlust receded and rushed forward to the portal. She muttered a spell to disrupt the legion's entry point to her world and with a final wave of her hand it closed on itself.

The sounds of battle around her were coming to a close. She watched a young blood elf dispatch the last remaining fel imp in the area and then all was quiet except the sheathing of weapons. Myrith trotted up to where the portal had opened.

"One down, who knows how many to go!" she shouted gleefully. "Nieri, should we move ahead or hold here?"

"Ahead. We will clear the Vaults, Blackbeak and the Weeping Bluffs. Then we will make camp outside of Hrydshal."

Her little band moved through Stormheim with efficiency and rejoined their mounts at Hrydshal by nightfall. Dirty and exhausted, Felnieri helped her team assemble tents, stowed the few things that she usually traveled with in hers and gathered a basin to fill with water from the nearby stream to clean herself and her glaives. She stepped off the edge of the camp and glided down to the bank of the stream below, wings spread wide. The rushing of air felt nice and relaxing to her tired, aching body.

As she gathered water she let her mind wander. It had been a long, busy week since her encounter with Illidan on the mountain. She had scarcely had a moment to reflect on it. When she did, some days she convinced herself that she must have passed out and let the sun scorch her back and cause fever dreams and she was making the whole thing up. Other days it seemed more real than anything else she had ever done, save maybe for the day she became what she is. Fantasy or no, she had relived pieces of the encounter over and over and it always brought a smile to her lips.

She cleaned herself up, taking time to just enjoy the quiet down here by the stream and the fresh smell of her soap as she lathered her hair and removed the now dried ooze off of her body. Refreshed, she filled the basin and trudged back up the hill to camp to find that her comrades had eaten and retired for the night. She set the basin on a tall rock, ignored the rations in her tent and instead grabbed a flask of pinot noir from her pack. Pinot in one hand and glaives in another, she wandered back out to the rock and the basin. She set about cleaning her glaives in the basin, thoughts of the leader of the Illidari dancing in her brain.

The Sin'dorei sipped on her wine and took time to bring her blades back to the silver shine that she liked to see. Felnieri enjoyed the work that got them dirty but found the cleansing very therapeutic in a different way entirely. She took another sip of pinot and as she replaced her flask the tiny hairs on the back of neck began to stand on end. She calmly placed her glaive down on the rock in front of her, dropped her hands to her sides and waited. She looked up but didn't turn around even though she heard the beating of large, leathery wings coming from behind her. A huge grin lit up her face as a long fingered hand placed itself around her upper arm and a deep voice whispered in her ear.

"Felnieri."

She let her head drop back on his massive chest and she turned a little to be able to eyeball him. "Yes, my lord?"

He gave her arm a little tug in response and she allowed herself to be lead to her tent. The flap slid closed behind them, Illidan still standing behind her with his hand on her arm. He placed the other one on her waist.

"Felnieri, I need you." His voice almost broke on the word need. "Would you have me again?"

Her smile widened. See it was real, she thought gleefully. She lifted her hand over her shoulder to touch his cheek and Illidan inclined his head to rest there. "A thousand times yes, my lord!"

. . .

Keeping his cheek pressed into her warm caress he stretched his hands out in front of her and began to trace the patterns of a shielding spell to close off the little tent. The beautiful blonde elf leaned back into him and moved her hands to grasp both wrists lightly as he cast, letting her arms glide as he wove the spell. He made it far more intricate and strong than it needed to be but he was enjoying the feel of working the magic while she watched.

He traced the final rune and brought his hands back to wrap around her little waist. Felnieri twisted around in his arms to face him, a huge smile on her lips. It was infectious and he couldn't help but smile back at her. She threw her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I've missed you my lord. I kept thinking I had made the whole thing up," she said still smiling.

"Am I that forgettable?" he quipped back. Her head came up and she tensed, her smile flickered a bit.

"No, my lord! I just-"

He brought his finger up to silence her. "Sweet Felnieri, can you do something for me?"

She nodded slowly and he made his voice as soft as possible.

"Please stop worrying that you have offended me. Relax." His finger slipped from her lips and made its way down her neck slowly. He felt her body shudder at his touch and he loved the reaction he was able to elicit from her. Illidan had missed her too, but he had also been very busy the last week. They had gathered the Pillars of Creation and sealed the tomb of Sargeras, significantly slowing the Burning Legion's access to this world. There was still work to be done and he would bring it to bear but he had thought of her so many times over the last week that he allowed himself this diversion for a time.

He hadn't lied, he did need her. His very carnal desires had awakened each time her face or her sleek body floated to the forefront of his mind. This he was comfortable with. Having a lover for a while was not uncommon for him, what made him more uneasy was how he thought about her smile or the way she dropped her gaze to the side when she was nervous. He felt a fondness for Felnieri that went beyond simple lust. He was unwilling to commit himself to any description yet. Too soon. It felt too much like when he was-

He cut himself off there. This is no time for such musings of the past. He had a delicious morsel standing right in front of him ready to be devoured.

He slipped his hand around to the nape of her neck and ran his fingers through the hair there. It was soft and smooth and just a little damp. He had watched her go about her duties earlier from afar, he had shielded himself of course, and enjoyed the simplicity of her cleaning up after the hunt. Illidan carefully waited until she had been alone to unshield himself and approach her. Now she was in his arms waiting for him to move on her.

She would wait no longer. Illidan pulled her into a deep kiss. His tongue played on her lips before slipping between them into her waiting mouth. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other. He was growing hard already so he pulled her closer so she could feel the effect kissing her was having on him. She moaned into his open mouth, such a sweet and enticing sound. His cock responded by getting even more firm up against her. I could get used to this. Illidan had the urge to possess her completely and maybe teach her not to be so skittish around him.

He already did possess her in many senses of the word, which is why the second part needed attention. This fighting force was his brainchild and he himself put it into action. She was his Illidari, she had seen what he had seen and knew what he knew as far as the legion. She had all the tools to fight and also had a fierce loyalty to him as a leader because of it. But to possess her in this way was different. She had been so worried so many times about pleasing him as "Lord Illidan" that he wanted her to know how to please him as Illidan, the night elf who was falling for her. That was really the only way he desired her to please him right now, and he wanted her so bad that it might get rough. He didn't want to scare her and he didn't want her to do anything she didn't want to, she was worth way more than that to him.

"Felnieri, do you trust me?" he touched his forehead to hers as he spoke.

"Yes, Lord Illidan."

He moved his hands to either side of her face and spoke softly to her. "No. No Lord Illidan here. Illidan or whatever else you wish to call me, but not lord. You don't have to obey me, Felnieri." He searched her face for understanding, "Do you trust me?"

He actually had expected a delay in her answer. False though it may be, he did have a certain reputation. She did not, however, delay at all.

"Yes, I do. With everything I have."

"My lovely little princess, you know I'd never hurt you."

She broke into a huge, unexpected grin. "Well maybe just a tiny bit, sometimes. But only if you promise to growl in my ear again."

Relief flooded him. That was all he needed to hear. He wove his fingers through her hair and made a fist, turning her ear to his lips in the process.

"Ok have it your way, Princess," he growled at her. "Don't move."

He wanted to keep touching her so much but he removed his hands and walked to the cot. He sat down sideways with his feet still on the ground. It was silent in the little tent, save for the low thrumming of the shielding spell and the sound of Felnieri's rapid breaths. She faced away from him still and Illidan knew she could feel him staring at her so he took his time looking. She looked much the same as she did when he first saw her and he let himself get lost in memory for a moment as she stood waiting for him. He couldn't wait to make her make those little noises of pleasure again, but he would wait. It was the building nervous energy that made him want to do this with her. Finally, he spoke to her in a low gruff voice.

"Look at me, Felnieri." She turned to face him, arms at her sides and a look of anticipation adorned her features. I want to watch you get ready for me. Take your clothes off."

She hastened to unfasten her top where it came together in back.

"Slow down, Princess."

She let the leather straps creep down her slender arms until the top fell to the floor in front of her, revealing her perky breasts. The light skin was a stark contrast to the dark circles of her areola and to the emerald marks that licked at the sides of her breasts. Her nipples were hard and round in the center and he wanted to bite them. He looked up at her face. Her lower lip trembled slightly as she gave him a shy smile.

"You are so beautiful. Do you want to see what you are doing to me, Felnieri?"

Her voice broke on the single word she spoke. "Yes"

Illidan stood up and unfastened his belt, tossing it aside. He slid his pants off as well to reveal his sex standing at full attention. She was nearly panting now. He sat back down and rested back on his elbows so her view was unobstructed.

"Your turn, Princess."

Felnieri slid both her kilt and undergarments off and carefully stepped out of them. She was now completely naked before him. Illidan drank in her shapely legs and followed them up to where they terminated in a dark blonde tuft of hair at her center. Her hair there was several shades darker than that on her head but still beautiful and he remembered it being so soft against his skin.

"Come here, Felnieri," he commanded. At once she stepped toward him until she was standing with her toes almost touching his. Her hands worked at her sides and he knew she wanted to reach out but restrained herself. Illidan sat up straight and ran the nail of one lengthy finger up her leg starting at her knee and rising to stroke the tuft of hair at its terminus. It was as soft as he remembered. His cock strained as if trying to reach her. He reached the other hand up and gave the inside of her knee a swift pop. She responded appropriately by widening her stance to give him better access to her secret place. He continued to stroke the hair there and then without warning plunged two fingers into her.

She gasped and nearly lost her balance but the Kaldorei steadied her with a hand on her hip. He probed at her, letting his fingers slip in and out very slowly brushing the outside of her slit before plunging back in. Her breathing was becoming uneven, but he realized that his was also. So beautiful, so delicate and yet so powerful. He used his thumb to find the little ball of nerves at the top of her opening and moved it in little circles. A mischievous grin found his lips. He felt her tighten and she began to moan. She reached for him finally but the hand on her hip moved to catch her at the wrist.

"No, Felnieri, "he chided her "No touching yet."

She let her arm go limp and a groan of frustration tainted with pleasure escaped her. He chuckled and worked her clitoris harder while letting his fingers continue to probe her. He could tell she was close. A few more strokes and he abruptly withdrew his hand from her and watched her face as shock passed over it.

"Illidan…please…" she croaked.

They locked eyes and he brought his fingers to his mouth to suck her juices off of them. Sweet and salty and delicious, he thought, this is torture. Not just for her but for him too. He liked it though, the control it took to not take her right there was exhilarating. He removed his fingers from his mouth and lifted them to her parted lips. He ran them across them in a slashing motion.

"Felnieri, you are delectable. Taste and see how good you are." Her pink tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip for him.

"Yes…please...Illidan. I want to touch you, please let me touch you!" she exclaimed but made no move to do so. She had been so good to follow him through his desires. The desperation in her voice almost broke him but he was having so much fun with this game. Having the seductive elf under his power fed a deep need in him for control. He had to feed it like this sometimes but he did not want a courtship of subservience. He loved strength and independence in females. Wait, are we taking relationships now? he asked his brain. Illidan hadn't thought about a real relationship since Tyrande, yet here he was with Felnieri thinking about how to court her. No, I won't give in yet.

He reached around and slapped her exposed buttocks, hard. She yelped but otherwise kept her composure. He well knew the pain she went through on any given day made his slap nothing for her. She continued to meet his gaze. Good, proud girl, Illidan thought and grinned on the inside.

"Hands behind your back. Get on your knees," he snarled as he leaned back on his elbows again. She did as she was told. Now his organ stood tall between them, and he gave her a little nod. Without hesitation her hungry mouth sunk down on him.

. . .

Felnieri was leaning forward on her knees with her hands still dutifully behind her back. She could feel the moisture still thick between her legs. He was toying with her and she liked it, but her clit ached for his touch. She took his organ in her mouth and ran her tongue over his shaft. Then she slid father down on him and took as much as her throat allowed her to. While her tongue made lazy circles she pulled back to the head and plunged again. She repeated the motion over and over until groans of need came from Illidan. She then retreated to the tip, its skin stretched taught with his desire, and let her tongue caress it gently while she held her mouth open. His hand came up and knotted itself in her hair, giving it a little tug. She let her head be pulled back and her tongue slipped off his organ.

"Oh, Princess, what are you doing to me?" There was a depth to his question that went farther than her just playing with him like this, she knew. And she loved that he had started calling her Princess. Warmth rose in her chest every time he said it.

"Only what you did to me, my prince," she answered innocently.

Before she knew it she was being pulled on top of him. She let herself straddle him but he only pressed her nearly dripping parts up against his shaft, he didn't enter her yet. Her longing hands flew to him, touching him every place she could reach. If he had been trying to get her to loosen up he had succeeded. She didn't care what he thought about where she touched him, she had been made to wait so long that she wasn't taking no for an answer. He made no moves to try and stop her though. Illidan pulled her into his chest and wrapped her up there. He placed fervent kisses on her brow as she listened to his racing heart and matched the beats to the throbbing she had trapped between her nether lips. He still gripped her tightly as he spoke,

"Felnieri…" he let her name hang in the air. His voice was tortured and thick with desire. "Please lay on your stomach, my love, I'm going to take you now."

She slipped from his grasp and moved to do as he asked, though she could tell now that it wasn't an order. She wanted to feel him inside her as much as he clearly wanted to be there. He got behind her and lifted her hips up off the cot to meet his. Illidan dove into her and the fullness she longed for was suddenly there. He leaned over her back and wove his hand around her abdomen between her breasts and rested it just below her throat. The fingers on his left hand dug into her hip as he thrust hard and deep, pulling her into each one. His breathing was ragged and hot on the back of her neck. Glad for the shields up around them, her cries of pleasure got louder and louder as he worked her.

"Touch. Yourself. Princess." His words were staccato in between breaths. "So close. Going to explode. Inside you."

She slid her own hand in between her legs to find the throbbing little ball. She rubbed in slow circles to augment his strong thrusts. As promised, his organ spasmed and she felt his warm flood inside her. Feeling him come sent her careening over the edge also and her lower lips closed around him rhythmically.

He let her hips slide back down to the cot and the fullness departed. Illidan came to rest facing her on his side. She remained on her stomach, with her head resting on her arms and looked at him for a long minute before she spoke.

"That was amazing. You are amazing." Never had she meant something more than she meant those words. Illidan was not just an amazing lover but an amazing individual. She had never known one to sacrifice so much for others. In the face of hatred and malice he continued to do everything for his people and his world and the thankless world just tried to shove him aside time after time. He's not perfect, Felnieri, she told herself. He was not, in fact. Betrayer didn't suit him though, as she ventured he had been betrayed far more than he had perpetrated such behavior. He was, however, cunning and charismatic and perhaps a little power hungry. And he apparently likes it a little rough sometimes. She smiled at her musings and he smiled back a warm, relaxed smile.

"Be careful, that might go to my overly inflated head. No one wants that!"

She chuckled at him and rolled off of her belly to press her chest into his and lay on his arm like she had that first night. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead sweetly.

"Why were you up on that cliff, I never asked. You looked so sad when I found you."

The blood elf stiffened and pulled back a bit, worry lined her face once again. She held his gaze for a moment then dropped it, unsure if she wanted him to know. He pulled her chin up with his fingers, her worry reflected on his face.

"You don't have to tell me, Princess. I could have looked into your mind then to see but I didn't want to and I won't do it now or ever. Your mind is yours unless you tell me otherwise."

She had been in his mind before, the night of the ritual she had seen though his eyes and felt what he had felt. She had heard him calling to the demon hunters before also, in Outland but she knew what he spoke of now was different. If he wanted to, he could know anything he wanted of her and she would be all but powerless to stop one so skilled from doing it. The fact that he so freely allowed her to refuse emboldened her to speak.

"I had been in a relationship before you-" she looked for words, "before we-" well this is impossible, she thought. Who knew this would be the hard part?

His face grew hard and her head started to fall but he cupped her cheek and kissed her deeply instead.

"At the Black Temple, yes?" he supplied her words for her relieving her of the need to find suitable ones. His face was soft again and so was his voice. "Go on."

"Well when we, um, got released I thought…" her voice trailed off and Illidan waited patiently for her to finish. "I went to find him and found him wrapped around someone else," she said flatly.

. . .

He pulled her in close, nose to nose and forehead to forehead.

"Princess, I am so sorry." He knew exactly what this felt like. The wound was so old yet most days it felt so fresh. He blamed the distorted passing of time during his incarceration for that fact, but the incarceration also had been Tyrande's fault too hadn't it? He remembered all too clearly the hope that had blossomed in his chest when she had come to release him, only to find that he was but another weapon of war to her. I know what it's like to have your hopes and dreams crushed, he thought sadly.

"Who?" he implored. Maybe he would crush him.

"Kayn, "she sighed heavily.

Illidan's eyes narrowed, though Felnieri couldn't see it. He was one of the best and very close to him. He knew that Kayn had taken a lover in Outland but he was too distracted to care who or why then. He usually didn't take into account moral character either when recruiting those to serve as demon hunters. In fact, the less scrupulous the better in some cases. This was, of course, unforeseen collateral damage. However, if that hadn't have happened Illidan wouldn't have this beauty in his arms right now and so for that he was thankful for Kayn's transgressions.

"His loss has been very much my gain then." He kissed her softly on her lips now, hoping it eased some of her pain. "I am sorry I left so quickly, I didn't want to cause you any trouble."

He hoped that his swift exit hadn't caused her to feel any further rejection. He was only aiming to protect her.

"It's ok, it's not like I don't know you are busy. You have only been waiting a few years for all of this." Her sarcasm was meant to be funny but it only served to place a sadness in his heart. If he pursued this with her he would likely only end up leaving her, by necessity or by death. He had been busy and it was finally paying off. Kil'jaeden was dead at long last leaving one less obstacle in his path to Sargeras. But that meant that tomorrow he had to leave her again and risk not coming back.

"Please stay with me tonight," she asked, breaking his introspection.

All he had to do was look at her to see that she didn't need him. She radiated glorious power and if he was honest with himself, she had survived without him during his…extended departure…and in fact had helped bring him back. They all did. Pride again filled him at what wondrous creations these elves had become. But she wanted him, wanted him in a way that maybe no one ever had. She doesn't seem to want me merely for status or even just for sex, he thought, what could one night hurt? Illidan looked into her pleading face and broke.

"Yes, Princess, just tonight. Tomorrow I must prepare to continue to bring the Legion to its knees." He wanted to warn her that being with him may cost her more than she had already given. He was willing to give his life if it meant destroying Sargeras. He, too, could perish on Argus if he was caught unprepared there. He knew the risks, he had calculated them millions of times. But right now, she was just asking for one night and that he could give her. He wanted to give so much more.

. . .

Princess. She wanted to be that for him. Felnieri knew he would have to go sooner rather than later, the fate of all Azeroth was on the line. But she wasn't ready to lose him yet, not tonight.

"Thank you," she smiled at him, "I know how important this is, it is what I live for too."

And it was. It had been since before the ritual and it was even more so now. Felnieri's mom had died shortly after her birth from an infection that no one could seem to cure, according to her father. She barely even knew her father though so who knew if that was accurate. He was gone a lot when she was a child. He would leave her in the care of her aunt until she was old enough to care for herself and then he would merely leave. One time he just didn't come back. Since Felnieri had mostly raised herself anyway it hadn't been as big of a deal as one might think to lose her father. With no one left, going to Outland with Kael'thas was a given. There she could help bring life back to her suffering people and fight the Legion all at once. Things had not gone exactly as intended there though. Kael had defected to the Legion and she had become something different entirely. Served me well though, even before tonight. She told Illidan about her childhood back in Quel'Thalas and he told her about Suramar and the War of the Ancients. They talked for hours about different things from her past and, to a lesser extent, his. Despite the fact that he was a little guarded, it was relaxed and interesting and just so normal.

As the moon crested in the sky, she lifted her hand to his cheek and stroked the skin there. Illidan replied by kissing the palm of her hand and then pulling her close and kissing her on the lips. If she had him all night she intended to make as much as she could of it. She moved down, caressing his shoulders then his bicep and trailed down his chest to his stomach. His lips still sought hers as she continued her trek south. As her hand grasped for his member she found him already hard.

"You just can't get enough of me can you?" he said laughing.

"Nope! Not now, not ever!"

"Ever is a long time," he breathed into her ear. A shiver ran down her spine, maybe she was asking for more than just tonight. She looked straight at him and said soberly, "I know."

He crushed her to him as she continued to stroke his long organ. They made love a second time, soft and slow.

. . .

"Nieri? Nieri, are you in there?"

Felnieri woke to Myrith's voice at the opening to the tent. She still lay naked and draped over Illidan who seemed very awake and looking at her.

"Good morning, Princess. It would seem you are very much needed out there." He was stroking the tangled mess of hair on her head and smiling.

Felnieri knew that Myrith couldn't see or hear through the magical barrier they had placed last night but that she must find it odd that it was there. Her spectral sight allowed her to see the magic working there but it would take a master to undo Illidan's spellwork. She ignored both her friend and Illidan's statement for now.

"Were you watching me sleep?" she asked instead.

He answered with an impish grin and without hesitation, "Yes. And you are as beautiful asleep as you are when you're on top of me. Well, almost. Maybe we should compare again for honesty's sake."

She slapped him open palmed on the chest. "Illidan!" she feigned shock, "you are so bad!"

"So the rumors seem to say. Often." He was still grinning though.

"Hmmm…on second thought, you are very very good." She licked her lips.

"Careful, Princess. You may keep your friend waiting longer!" He pulled her fully on top of him and she was straddling his hips. His sex was growing hard against her.

"Oh, fine. Duty calls I guess." She let out a huge, overly dramatic sigh and leaned down over his chest to kiss him. Just one more kiss, she thought.

"Nieri, are you ok?" It was Myrith again and she was sounding more concerned. She climbed off Illidan to get dressed.

"You mean you are just leaving me this way?" he gestured to his erect penis.

She smiled, "Well not by choice, my prince."

He rose and crossed the tent to drop a kiss on top of her head before pulling his clothes on as well. Once they were presentable he motioned to undo the spell. Felnieri turned to him shocked.

"You aren't leaving first?"

. . .

He had thought about it this morning, it felt very natural to be here with her. Illidan wasn't ready to be without her just yet. I am leaving though, the little nagging voice told him. I'm leaving and I may not come back. Unless I take her, but then she would be in much more danger. He argued with himself but he knew he had already determined his course of action.

"Yes, but not right now," he settled on. "Let's see what Myrith wants."

Felnieri had filled him in on her group and what they had been doing over the last few months while he had still been away. He could sense most of their movements even then, he could have accessed their thoughts also if he had wanted to. But he seldom wanted to. His own brain stayed full enough without adding others thoughts to it. He only used that ability when he needed to, or to communicate with them in a one sided manner. That skill had proven quite useful after the events of the Black Temple.

He finished unwinding the shielding spell and Felnieri pulled back the flap. Myrith stood there with a bored looking forsaken who wore tattered clothes and perhaps even more tattered skin. His rotting jaw was off center and dripped an unidentified ooze. Illidan disliked most of the race, not particularly for anything they had done but because Arthas had been such a thorn in his side. The sight of any forsaken served only to remind him of the Lich King. This particular forsaken was clutching a scroll in his bony hand. While he studied the undead, Myrith was gaping at Felnieri.

"Myr, your jaw is nearly as unhinged as your friend's here is," Felnieri joked with her friend and earned a glowering look from the skeletal figure.

That seemed to refocus Myrith who then looked to Illidan and knelt.

"Lord Illidan, sorry to intrude."

"Please stand Myrith. I had important business with Felnieri this morning and face to face seemed the proper was to handle it." He exchanged a knowing glance with the blonde demon hunter. "My apologies for keeping you waiting. Who have you brought to greet us this morning?"

"He says he is a courier with a letter for Felnieri." She directed her comment to Illidan as if the letter's recipient wasn't standing there. Felnieri stretched her hand toward the rotting creature to retrieve the missive. It was sealed with a splotch of black wax that was stamped with the symbol of the Illidari. They have gotten so official since Outland, he shook his horned head and thought. She broke it open and read the text aloud.

Felnieri,

Your next assignment is in Kalimdor.

There is no need to return here before

departing. Please report to Liadrin in

Azshara.

K

Felnieri stomped her foot in anger. "I didn't even do anything to him! I never thought he would be so petty!"

This will not do. A wave of protectiveness washed over the Illidari lord. He snatched the scroll from Felnieri's hand and ripped it in half. He sneered at the bored courier and shoved it back into his chest.

"Take this back. Tell him he has been overruled."

With a nod the forsaken shambled back onto his waiting horse. Illidan thought he might fall to pieces right in front of him from the effort, but his bones managed to stay assembled and he rode off. He had no real need for the note to be returned, he would be sending a word or two to Kayn himself but it had given him satisfaction to make a bit of a show of it. Myrith looked shocked and confused and Felnieri was stewing. By this time the other Illidari had made their way out of their tents as well and looked at the gathering. Without a thought to what a spectacle they were, Illidan reached over and pulled the blood elf's chin up so she would meet his gaze.

"Get your things, Princess, you're coming with me." He had made the decision before the courier had even arrived. It had been made this morning as he watched her sleeping sprawled on top of him. His plan had been to leave Myrith in charge and take only Felnieri but plans are flexible and he could use some more of his strong hunters by his side anyway.

Felnieri smiled a shy but grateful smile at him. Myrith's jaw might actually come unhinged this time, he laughed to himself. He released the Sin'dorei's chin and looked at Myrith.

"All of you get your things. I will open a portal to the Broken Shore in an hour."

"Yes, my lord," she replied immediately. She then turned her body toward Felnieri, with her back mostly to Illidan, and mouthed What is going on? to her friend. He of course saw it anyway and was amused at the interaction. Felnieri gave her a dazzling smile and a shrug as Myrith left to break camp.

Illidan put his hand on Felnieri's shoulder and inclined his head toward her tent. She obliged and lifted the flap for them to enter. Once inside he pulled her into his arms but the words were already flowing from her mouth.

"I can't believe you just did that! I mean, I'm glad you did. And we are of course yours to send wherever, but that's-well that's not really what I mean. You know you just outed-" the words came to a halt. He could see that she was struggling with what to call their relationship. Me too, Princess. Guess we are about to find out. He leaned in and supplied the word for her,

"Us."

. . .

Happiness blossomed full flourish in her chest.

"Us," she repeated.

He cupped her face in his hands. "Felnieri. I can't-I don't know-" the once lord of Outland seemed to have found himself at a loss for words. Her heart dropped into her stomach. She searched his face for a clue of what he was trying to tell her. His brow was furrowed and the long lines of his face were tense.

"I may not survive this, Felnieri, and no matter what the cost is I have to end the legion's threat to Azeroth."

She knew this was a risk and she didn't care. One week with Illidan was worth it even if that is all she ever had.

"My prince, I will take anything that you have to offer." If she could have cried she would have tears streaming down her face. She had only known him intimately for a week but last night had felt like a lifetime. She hadn't felt that connected to anyone, probably ever. Maybe now he would open up a little more with her too. Felnieri was pretty sure she was falling in love. Fast. He relaxed his hands on her cheeks and kissed her fervently for a long time.

"And I will offer you everything I have."

Felnieri couldn't have masked her smile if she had tried, but she didn't try. She wanted Illidan to know how happy she was with him. He deserved love, he always had, and she was thrilled to be the one to show it to him.

They broke camp and everyone gathered around Illidan. He traced the pattern in the air and a large portal opened in front of them. Felnieri stood next to Illidan in front of the portal and as she peered through she could see buildings on the other side and people milling about. Khadgar, the human mage, stood waiting for them. Illidan was first to step through and Felnieri was close behind followed by the others. Once they were through the portal closed behind them.

"I have brought some of my followers to assist us. I will escort them to the campsite, then I will be back to plan the assault on Argus." He addressed Khadgar.

"We will plan," the mage corrected. "I have a word from Turalyon and from Magni when you return."

Illidan smirked at him. "I will be back shortly," he said as he guided Felnieri and her crew down a hill behind the area in which the portal opened. Several other tents were already set up here and a group of Illidari trained in the center of them.

"You will set up here. I must have a word with Khadgar and the others."

Felnieri looked at him, unsure if she was supposed to stay and set up. Maybe he just wanted to save her from being sent away where she couldn't be useful and he would just go about his business here and forget about her. Like he did before? Stop being so negative, she told herself. As if reading her thoughts, Illidan reached for her elbow to pull her up beside him and spoke in her ear.

"Set your tent up, Princess, though I doubt you'll be seeing much of it." He gave her a little wink and released her arm, then went back to seek Khadgar.

Felnieri busied herself making camp but it wasn't long after Illidan's departure that Myrith was at her side.

"Felnieri! Why didn't you tell me?" she exclaimed. "I thought we were friends!" Myrith crossed her arms in mock indignation but couldn't actually mask the smile on her face.

"Truth?" the blonde blood elf replied, "I didn't think it would be anything. We met the day Kayn…moved on."

"Looks like you moved on too," Myrith nudged her with her elbow. "Really though, Nieri? You land Lord Illidan and tell no one? Shouldn't you have at least rubbed it in Kayn's face?"

Felnieri continued to erect her tent. "I guess it really didn't even cross my mind to tell him anything." Everything had moved so quickly with Illidan, Kayn seemed like a distant memory.

"You could have at least told me." Myrith pouted.

Felnieri laughed at her friend "I'll be sure and let you know about all my trysts with strangers!"

The purple skinned Kaldorei stuck her tongue out at Felnieri. "Illidan isn't a stranger. And you better! By the way…" she let the words hang on the air a few seconds, "Is he totally amazing in bed? I bet he is. He's Illidan. Ug, why can't I get someone that awesome? I bet he has a huge-"

"Myrith!" Felnieri cut her off laughing hysterically. "But the answers in order are" she held up a finger, "yes," she held up a second finger "I'm sure you could but I mean let's face it, you're never really looking. I'm the one whose romanticism didn't seem to be affected by my little companion," she held up a third finger "And yes."

Myrith covered her mouth with her hand, "Nieri! I was going to say wingspan!"

"You were not, you've seen that for yourself." Felnieri smiled a cocky smile and now it was her turn to stick her tongue out. She was glad she had a friend that she could mess around with like they were silly teenagers since she never really got to have that sort of life.

"Speaking of being too busy for romance, the stench of demon is all around. Let's go have some fun doing what we do best." Myrith said as she looked over their surroundings hungriliy.

She finished her tent and looked at Myrith. Illidan would likely be gone a while. "Sure, Myr," she answered her friend. They took off back up the hill and across the main area where Khadgar had been. There was no sign of either him or Illidan. The duo of Illidari crossed over to a steep cliff and launched themselves off the precipice to join the fray below.

. . .

Felnieri and Myrith returned to the place that they learned was called Deliverance Point. The two of them, along with many others who had been sent here, had cleared several active legion invasion points and destroyed their portals. They would make more but each slice into the legion's forces felt like a little victory. Several other races were here, both Horde and Alliance, who were willing to fight alongside them but most wouldn't speak to them. Several eyed them suspiciously or gave them a wide birth. A couple of night elves had called them pawns of the betrayer and spat at them. Felnieri just smiled and waved, which seemed to further irritate them, much to her delight. Myrith hadn't taken it as well and offered to separate their heads from their bodies. The other night elves seemed to take her seriously enough to go the other direction and pick a fight with an actual foe.

Demon hunters rarely got a warm welcome unless they were killing demons, then it seemed that they were ok as long as they were useful. Felnieri was used to it by now, what she had received in place of friendly waves was worth it and it rarely got to her. Myrith still had a sore spot when it came to naysayers, especially of the night elven race.

The Kaldorei had been fighting the legion in her village when she was struck down and her life changed forever. She had been a Sentinel before she came to the Black Temple, sworn to protect the High Priestess, but was home visiting her family that day. Her brother and his wife had been expecting their first child any time and she would be attending the birth. The legion fell upon them on a nice quiet evening and took the quaint village by surprise. Myrith had fought valiantly for her village and family and was nearly killed for it. Her brother and his wife were cut down and nearly devoured as she lay dying in the street watching, her little unborn nephew with them. Her mother was also split nearly in two by a felguard, thankfully Myrith hadn't had to watch that. From her family, only her father survived the attack. He found her in the street barely clinging to life and took her to the priestess as quickly as possible. The priestess was able to heal her body but her mind never recovered. She left the village and never returned to her duties as a Sentinel, instead making her way to Outland to join Illidan in his quest to defeat Sargeras and the legion.

For having been through so much, Myrith was actually quite sane. It spoke to her strength a great deal that this was the case. Many of their kind never made it through the ritual and those that did often came out insane and remained so grief stricken that they could only kill and feed and didn't function well in more normal situations. Myrith actually prided herself on being as normal as possible, she swore not only to take vengeance on the legion but also to live the life that was taken away from her nephew. Felnieri thought that must be the reason she enjoyed being silly and childish so often, it gave her a sense of purpose to be what her nephew never could.

They had eventually run across a squat gnome warlock named Kandin with a shock of pink hair on her head and little round glasses. Kandin seemed perfectly willing to talk to them, in fact, she seemed perfectly willing to talk to just about anyone. She was definitely the perkiest warlock Felnieri had ever met. Myrith had been cornered by an infernal and it was proving to be a significant challenge. Felnieri had her hands full with a pair of inquisitors and was no help to her friend. It was looking grim until the skipping little gnome showed up with her felguard in tow. The captive demon served to distract the infernal from its prey long enough for Myrith's blade and Kandin's fiery rain to reduce it back to a pile of rubble. The three of them then finished off the inquisitors and made introductions.

Kandin had stuck with them the rest of the day, even long enough to go to the vendor stands situated around Deliverance Point and eat with them. She chattered nearly nonstop about how she accidentally became a warlock after tricking a doomlord into teaching her fel magic and how exciting this was to be here and detailing all the stories that she would go home to tell her brothers back in Gnomeregan. Felnieri and Myrith could hardly get in more than a nod before she launched into another wild story gesturing with her stubby hands for emphasis where she felt it was needed.

After their late lunch, they parted ways with Kandin and headed back to camp. Felnieri had scarcely made it back when she saw Illidan pacing in front of Khadgar and Velen, the Dranaei leader and Argus refugee. Khadgar kept gesturing toward the Dranaei homeworld, which now hung low in the Azeroth sky. Illidan had torn a hole in space after hunting down Kil'jaeden and brought what was now the legion's base of operations within striking distance, much to Khadgar's continued dismay it would seem.

Illidan had his back mostly to her but must have felt her approaching because he excused himself and walked toward her. He gave Myrith a polite nod and then swept Felnieri into his chest.

"Well aren't you a beautiful mess?" he said before he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Felnieri could feel eyes on them from all around but it didn't stop her from returning his kiss or leaning into him as she answered.

"Mostly just a mess I fear," she laughed. She was well aware that she was covered in fel blood from the tingling sensation on her skin. Her golden hair was a wreck from racing around the demons as she sliced them and also speckled with green. Her clothes were smeared with dirt and gore and in her estimation she smelled like a slaughterhouse.

"Still breathtaking. Did you and Myrith have fun getting messy?" he smiled down at her.

"Hmmm, not as much fun as I have getting messy with you," she retorted and Myrith's purple cheeks turned magenta and she averted her eyes.

Illidan chuckled at her and gestured toward Khadgar and Velen. "Let me introduce you before we go get you cleaned up."

He led her over to where they stood along with a face, or helmet rather, that she both knew and hated. Maiev Shadowsong also stood beside them looking impatient, even with her face shielded. That's she angriest elf I have ever seen, she mused. Illidan pointedly ignored the other night elf and introduced her to Khadgar and Velen. The former shook her hand with an enthusiasm that spoke more to his true age than the age his altered appearance showed and the latter bowed and greeted her warmly, a radiant light seemed to emanate from his smile.

"The road ahead will be long, Felnieri, I appreciate your help in reclaiming Argus. When the time comes, may the light be with you." Velen's voice was, as ever, calm and even. Illidan's eyes met Khadgar's once again and they nodded to each other. He then turned and led Felnieri down the ramp toward the Illidari campsite. He led her past her tent, and by Myrith who had excused herself when they went to speak with Velen. She gave Felnieri a wink as they passed. With the exception of Myrith, everyone they walked by stopped to give Illidan a nod or a salute as they passed. He nodded back to them and continued along to a more secluded area. Once there he pulled her close again.

"Let's go get cleaned up," he said.

Felnieri raised her eyebrows at him.

"Well no one said you wouldn't get dirty again." His voice was low in her ear.

The tingling on her skin was now joined by tinging between her legs. She had missed being with him today. It hadn't taken long to get used to his presence with her. She hoped she wouldn't be in her tent alone tonight.

Illidan moved his hands and a small portal opened, just big enough for them to slip through. He placed his hands on her shoulders from behind and guided her in. She emerged in a place she had never seen before but it wasn't far because she could see the recognizable violet towers of Suramar in the distance. They were on an island covered with grass rocks and ringed with sand and only big enough for about eight dwellings. There was, however, only one small stone building sitting on a grassy area toward the center. The same crystalline trees that lined the walkways of Suramar were here surrounding the dwelling and casting shade over a patch of smooth even stone in front of it. The grass and the trees and the stone building all looked very out of place from where they just left. She turned to look at the Illidari lord.

"Where are we?"

"Home, at least home for now," he said "No one knows it's here except me, and now you." He looked at her fondly and took her hand, interlocking their fingers. He led her across the grassy area toward the little stone building. The sun was dipping its toe in the horizon and the sky was a deep shade of blue. The willows swayed in the salty breeze that was blowing in off the water. She took a deep breath and filled her lungs with clean fresh air, much nicer than the acrid, sulphur laced air of the broken isle. Just beyond the sandy borders Felnieri could see the shield around the island, it extended far enough that you could wade into the water and probably even fish but close enough to be very secure.

"This place is beautiful! I just have one question though..." She started uneasily and turned to look at him. A little pit started in her stomach.

Surely, he didn't lie to me.

You've only barely been with him, why wouldn't he lie to you.

Because he has been so sincere and so sweet. He seems to really care...

Has this whole thing been a lie? You didn't really think you were good enough for him right?

The voices in her head fought with each other, it should have been a small thing but it troubled her. Everything had been so perfect, she was nervous.

"You said the day you found me that you use that place for quiet time and to think. If you have all this," she gestured around her with her free hand, "why were you in Azsuna?" She had believed everything he had said to her thus far, now she tensed a little waiting on his answer. He pulled her chin up like he often did with her before he spoke.

"You will see when we get inside, I have a hard time not working when I'm here. I tend to get a little obsessive about things." He kept his answer light and he smiled at her, but it was the hurt in his face that killed her. "Princess, I won't lie to you. Please trust me."

Felnieri immediately felt bad for doubting him and chastised herself. Illidan had given her nothing but openness to the best of his ability so far. She could not believe everyone only thought of him as the Betrayer. Yes, his views were often different but rarely wrong and his motives have always been to benefit Azeroth in the long run. Her heart broke at the pain she found in his face. If anyone had only given him a chance they would have seen! And then she realized that even she devolved into her own doubts about his motivations and her chest tightened. No! She knew Illidan and had seen his heart and his vision. She relaxed and lifted up on her toes with her head upturned to him. He met her there with the sweetest of kisses. She grasped his other hand and squeezed his hands.

"Illidan, I'm sorry,"

He smiled at her "Princess, I thought we'd been over this, no apologizing." He dropped her other hand and continued leading her toward the building but she couldn't shake the feeling that she had hurt him and it pained her. All of the things that she had ever heard about him and Tyrande haunted her now. Tyrande spurned him time after time. He himself had told Felnieri about when the priestess came and released him and how he felt that just for a moment she had learned to trust and even love him but it all disappeared as quickly as it had come. She stopped walking.

"No, Illidan," she said stubbornly, "I am sorry. I want you to know I trust you." She was angry at herself and the words came out in a rush now. "I know it hurts that no one trusts you and I'm not them. I'm not Khadgar or Velen or Maiev or Kael. I'm not Malfurion and I'm sure as hell not Tyrande!" she was shaking now and the sizzle of tears filled her flaming eyes then dissolved into nothingness as soon as they came. "I'm Felnieri, your Princess, and I love you!" the words spilled out before she could stop them.

If it was possible to shock the lord of Outland she was pretty sure she had just done it. He stared at her in stunned silence and she stood like a leaf in the wind, trembling and vulnerable. She had shocked herself with her words as well but she knew she meant them. She did trust him and more than that, she had fallen in love with him. He moved his mouth as if he were going to speak and then shut it again, and stood looking back at her still. Then before she knew it she was being lifted into his arms and kisses covered her face and the filthy mane of hair on her head and the emerald tattoos on her shoulders. Illidan pulled her in tight and found her ear.

"Princess," his voice was thick with emotion "I love you too."

. . .

Now it was out there. He had said something that he never thought he would say and he decided that he didn't even regret it. It was difficult to regret something as perfect as the blood elf in his arms. He carried her the rest of the way to the house and through the door. Once inside he placed her gently on the bed. The place wasn't much, he mostly just needed a quiet place to work without the others constantly looking over his shoulder, especially Maiev. He was an adept leader but he was working in conjunction with others this time and it was unfamiliar to him now. So many years in isolation makes one a rather private individual it would seem. He would share the things he knew with the others when the time was right. Felnieri was right about that, none of them fully trusted him, had Khadgar known he could and would access Argus he never would have supported that. It was better this way, they could trust him when it was over and they could see the results.

This place worked well as he had no desire to return to the Black Temple and he wasn't welcome in Darnassus, nor did he want to be. It wasn't large but it boasted ceilings high enough that he was comfortable. The tiny chunk of land was once part of Suramar so it was built by his people before the war that shattered his home. After finding this island he cleared the rubble and other structures but left this building to dwell in. It was one room and housed a large bed on the far end across from a tub with sparkling clean conjured water for bathing. The side of the building nearer the entry was consumed by a huge roughhewn table on one side and a much smaller desk pushed against the opposite wall.

The desk was mostly clear but his work consumed the giant table. He had reconstructed his work from Outland and then some. Maps of the Great Dark and Azeroth covered its surface with the locations of several other planetary bodies dotted around them. Hastily written notes and meticulous calculations were all strewn over the top of the rest. Soon it will all come to fruition.

Illidan sat down and pulled Felnieri into his lap, cradled so she rested her head on his shoulder and her legs dangled over his arm. They said nothing for a long time, just sat there with her in his arms. She had stopped shaking and when her body finally relaxed to normal he spoke softly to her.

"I have water ready, can I take you to the bath?"

She snuggled into his chest and just and just answered with a light, "Mmmmhmmmm."

He carried her across to the tub and put her on her feet next to it. He undressed her as she kissed him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Illidan loved to feel the weight of her hanging on him. Amid all of the fighting and destruction there was this soft place here with her. It felt so fragile. It is fragile, you don't know what will happen when you finally come face to face with Sargeras, his mind tormented him.

He finished undressing her, then himself, and stepped down into the water. It was the perfect temperature, as magical water always was. He held her hands as she stepped into the knee deep tub. It was a round basin depressed into the floor and large enough for both of them to sit and move easily. The Kaldorei sat up against the back wall with his great wings outstretched and pulled her down in front of him with her back pressed to him. Illidan began to lather her body starting at her shoulders and moving down her arms in slow circles. The dirt and gore came off revealing her alabaster skin's perfection again, save for the long dark runes that decorated her. Felnieri leaned her head back against his shoulder and sighed contentedly.

She acted like a huge weight had been lifted from her with her declaration. Or maybe it had been his. He wished nothing more than to be able to destroy the Dark Titan and finally be able to rest here with Felnieri but he feared that it was not to be. Sargeras would not go easily if at all. They could make no mistakes now and after he had her again he would need to focus. The armies of the light were nearing readiness and since Argus was at last in his grasp, Illidan could scarcely wait to conquer it.

He reached to lather her bare chest now, moving slowly around her breasts at first, cleaning her shoulders and neck and slipping his hands across her flat stomach. Gradually, he moved inward until the plumpness of her breasts were cupped in his hands. He moved his fingers up to tease at her nipples. The little Sin'dorei turned her head on his shoulder so she was looking up at him and a soft moan escaped her parted lips.

"Princess, you are so perfect." He moved to grasp her firm nipples and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. The moans were louder now and she drew her legs up and parted them instinctively. Her knees dropped to the sides and rested against his.

The Illidari lord slid his hand down her soap slicked stomach and into the water, searching for her sex. His fingers brushed through the soft hair there washing it before allowing his fingers to part her throbbing lips and press toward her center.

"Mmmm…Illidan," Felnieri groaned his name and arched her back, pressing her head into his neck.

"Yes, my Princess?" He kept his fingers sliding in and out as he spoke.

"Illidan, I love you," she made a low sound and arched a little more. "That feels so good."

He eased up a little and slowed his movements. "I love hearing you say that to me."

"What? That you make me feel good?" she gave a little laugh but her voice was still deep seductive.

"Well that too," he smiled.

"You do always make me feel good."

"Like this?" he swiftly pushed his fingers deep inside and she gasped. His other hand was still on her breast and he gave her nipple a gentle tug.

"Yes, that. Like that." She said, her voice strained.

"Hmm, what if that just went away, then what?" He moved his hand up to encircle her waist and pulled her close. He planted kisses on the side of her neck and shoulder. Felnieri giggled at him and twisted her way around to get on her knees facing him and leaned into his ear.

"Then I'd still love you," she whispered.

He brushed her temple with his fingers and let them trail down the side of her cheek. "I love you, too."

She smiled brilliantly at him and his heart swelled to see her so happy. She let her hands wander over his shoulders and up the back of his neck into his hair. He felt her grasp the knot of his blindfold and tug while watching him carefully. He made no motion to stop her and she continued to slide the knot loose. The strip of cloth fell into the water between them and she looked into the fire in his eyes. The blindfold was not really for him, it was for those around him but it had become a part of him over the years. He rarely removed it and no one else dared touch it. He felt vulnerable with it gone now, though that was only a trick of the mind. Her fingers ran the length of where is had been and she continued to keep her eyefire locked to his.

He reached out and put his hands on her hips. The connection he felt with the Sin'dorei was undeniable. He wanted to spend every moment of the rest of his life with her, even if that was only days.

She finally broke eye contact and leaned into him, "Your turn," she whispered, letting her lips brush his temple where the cloth had been. She snatched the bar of soap from the water where he had let it fall and placed it on his chest. Felnieri began to wash his strong body in long strokes. The feel of her hands moving over him was intoxicating. He caressed her curves as she bathed him, she did in fact make him feel like a prince. He was sitting in the tub with this gorgeous creature catering to his every need. He had been catered to by allies, even occasional foes, in exchange for power or knowledge. People were at his beck and call at all hours for anything, but not like this. He couldn't even explain to himself how different that was. This was perhaps the only one he had let have this much power over him, not even Tyrande, she never wanted it. Tyrande had only wanted to control his power for her gains. Felnieri didn't seem to want anything from him except his love, and that, she had.

Her hands found their way under the water to his organ. She cleaned that area very diligently and he was at full attention. He hungered to take her back to bed and fill her with himself. "Your hair is still a beautiful mess, Princess."

She stuck her lower lip out in an exaggerated pout but allowed him to lean her back and massage soap into her tangled hair. Illidan rubbed his finger over the rough exterior of her little horns, so much more delicate than his own. He created the demon hunters for fighting, for difficult and wrenching battles that were painful and dangerous. For doing things others couldn't fathom and doing them with deadly force and efficiency. She was no different. But even with the power radiating from her that just a simple adjustment of the vision revealed, she remained beautiful and soft and vulnerable here. She had swallowed the demon, the hate, the violence, and the visions of a thousand worlds dying and still come out this perfect. Those he had thought far stronger had failed him. Some were so twisted that no shadow of their former selves had remained. In her, he could see all of the things that she was working in perfect harmony with all that she now is.

He realized that he had been massaging her hair for some time now and she was laying across his lap, just letting herself be pampered by him while he was lost in thought.

"There," he said "All done."

She sat up on her knees again and faced him and he watched the water run out of her hair and down her over her curves in tiny rivulets. He pulled her into a kiss and wrapped her up in his arms and then his wings encapsulated them both as if he could keep everything bad out forever.

. . .

This is probably the safest place in the Great Dark, Felnieri thought as she kissed Illidan under the cocoon of his wings. Keeping her cradled there he lifted them both out of the water and stepped back up on the floor. They were both clean and dripping and happy. He unwrapped them and laid her back on the bed. He placed her so gently, almost as if he was afraid she would break. The Kaldorei smoothed her wet hair back from her face and she felt a gentle warmth there for just a second and then she felt him run his long fingers through her freshly dried mane.

She was relaxed except her sex, which still thrummed from his earlier touch. She was so ready to let him fill her again. He had other plans though, it would seem. Her head was on a soft pillow crafted from mageweave cloth and her legs were stretched out toward the foot of the bed and spread wide. Illidan moved toward her feet and climbed in between them, sitting up on his knees. He began to rub her thighs as he did that first night in long slow strokes from her knees to her exposed sex and back again, but this time after a few strokes he placed his hands behind her knees and pushed them toward her shoulders, lifting her buttocks off the bed slightly. He leaned over, threw her legs over his shoulders and sank into her center with his tongue. He played softly over her at first, just teasing little licks on her outer lips. She lifted herself into his waiting mouth and he delved deeper, tasting her very depths. The blood elf whimpered softly as he moved inside of her, her head thrown back in pleasure.

He licked and teased at the little ball of nerves tucked between her folds and then dropped back inside. Each time he came back out and ran his tongue over her she got a little closer to shattering. Her hips were pressing into him, begging him to release her need with each tilt. She reached down and grasped his horns and pulled his warm mouth closer. Finally, he played over her there with his tongue until she could not hold on anymore and climaxed into his waiting lips. He held them there until the muscles had stopped their metered contractions and then withdrew and disentangled from her legs.

He sat down cross legged between her feet and pulled her up into his lap straddling him. She felt the warm pulse of his organ pushing at her, long and hard with desire. He looked into her eyes as he pulled her down onto him, impaling her on his organ. Felnieri stared into the face of Illidan Stormrage, her lover, her love, her prince. She was still in disbelief that she was here with him. Pleasure washed over his face as he slipped inside of her and wrapped them up in his leathery wings again. She sat on his crossed legs and wrapped hers around his back and rocked into him. She wound her hands into his dark hair and he placed his on her hips, pulling her onto him over and over. They moved together with moans and whispers until they climaxed together in the tiny world they had made for themselves.

. . .

Felnieri was asleep in his bed on her stomach with her head resting on her crossed arms. She faced away from him but he watched her slow, even breaths and knew she had fallen asleep. Illidan watched her from his table where he was working on making sure every detail of the upcoming advance on Argus was perfect. Some forces were already on the ground there with Turalyon and Alleria clearing the way to the core for the final assault. Everything had been going according to plan since he pulled Argus to Azeroth and forced the hand of the other leaders. As soon as they got word from Turalyon that the way had been cleared and the armies of the light were ready then they would go. He was impatiently waiting.

Perhaps his impatience is why he kept getting distracted tonight. Or maybe it is just her, he thought. Felnieri would move or make a little noise and he would get lost looking at her smooth back or the curve of her buttocks peeking out from above the flimsy sheet that covered her legs. His loins stirred but he tried to remain focused on the task at hand.

He believed he had pinpointed the location of the Pantheon, once thought lost completely to Sargeras's blade. Magni wasn't the only one who could sense stirrings from within Argus. With his keen senses for magic, Illidan felt the presence of great and powerful forces working at its core. The fragmented souls of the Titans rested in the heart of Argus and were being tormented and twisted by the Dark Titan and his minions. They must make their way there quickly or all would be lost. Not even he could stand against an entire pantheon of darkness, no world would survive its wrath.

He rose and began to pace in front of the table, making sure he stopped short of nine steps or took ten, old habits die hard. He reminded himself that Maiev had been forced to recognize him as greater than her and smiled a cocky smile at the thought. She could no longer limit his steps to nine and she had to look into his very alive face daily now. He was reviling in Maiev's defeat when he felt magic bounce off of his barrier. It had Khadgar's signature. It was still at least two hours from dawn, the human would not be seeking him were it not urgent. Smart little mage though to recognize his signature on the barrier, not quite good enough to penetrate it.

He quietly opened the old door and stepped into the salty night air. The Kaldorei closed the door softly in an attempt to not wake his companion. Once clear he summoned a portal and stepped through it into Dalaran. Illidan arrived in a magically sealed parlor in the Violet Citadel that only a few could access. Khadgar was there, as well as Velen, Magni and a reluctant Maiev. The former captive gave his warden a sly and haughty smile as he strode over to the long wooden table that dominated the room. She glared at him through the slit in her helm but could otherwise do nothing about his presence here. I regret not killing you when I had the chance. One day, if he lived through this he may make good on that old promise from Outland that went unfulfilled.

Khadgar cleared his throat and brought Illidan's attention back to the here and now.

"Turalyon has his forces assembled."

Illidan needed to hear no more from the mage, "Let us not delay then. My blades hunger and we have delayed long enough."

"We can't rush in just because The Betrayer wants to slake his demonic thirst!" Maiev stepped up closer to the group. Illidan was about to open his mouth to speak when Velen placed his hand on Maiev's shoulder.

"It is time, Maiev, Illidan is right. I must do what I can to repair the damage done through my home" he said.

Illidan smirked at her again and winked. "Thank you, Prophet. I will call my hunters together at once."

"Very well," Khadgar said. "Rendezvous at the Vindicaar in an hour."

Illidan called to the demon hunters he had chosen to accompany him to Argus. To the Vindicaar, my hunters. It is time for blood.

…

Felnieri startled awake to Illidan's voice. She looked around the room but it was empty, she was alone. She thought she had heard something about the Vindicaar but she had been sleeping very soundly in Illidan's bed after they had made love again. She looked over the room and found more scrolls thrown around on the table and desk drawers hung open. She was still naked but she snatched her glaives up from the floor anyway on the unlikely chance that someone had breached the barrier. She looked beyond the walls to see that it was in place but that didn't necessarily discount a disturbance. Where is he? Surely, he didn't leave me here and go without me! She edged toward the door with her body low, keeping alert.

As she neared the entrance the air in front of her began to shimmer and a portal opened there. Illidan strode through with a smile already on his lips.

"Well isn't this a lovely sight?" He looked her up and down and chuckled.

I probably do look ridiculous, she thought to herself as she watched him watching her. "I thought maybe something had happened..." her voice trailed off.

"Has anyone ever told you that you worry too much?" He took the glaives and set them on the nearby desk and brought her naked body to his.

She shrugged, "A time or two."

He held her close and let his fingers trail up and down her exposed back. He seemed to hold her a long time moving his hands along her back and letting his chin rest on the top of her head. She rested against his chest and let herself be wrapped up in him.

"What about the Vindicaar?" She finally said, now certain she hadn't been dreaming his voice earlier.

"It is time, my beloved. I have to fulfil my life's work now, I never thought it would be bittersweet." He pulled away just enough to look at her. "But until now I didn't risk leaving anyone behind if I...fail." Die. Die is what you meant to say. Die and leave the world to die right behind you. Die and leave her to destruction. "Felnieri, you too are at risk but know I will take my dying breath before I let any harm come to you. You are prepared, though, you have been since Outland. You are strong and fierce and I love that about you."

"I will fight for you also, my prince. Together we will destroy the legion. You know the way, you have always known the way. I trust you to lead us to victory." She meant what she said, she trusted him to make the right decisions but doubt still tugged at her. Felnieri knew it would be a miracle if any of them survived this confrontation.

"Princess," he placed his forehead against hers, "I love you. I love you more than I could possibly tell you. You are beautiful and smart and sexy and I love every perfect piece of you."

"Illidan," her voice broke with emotion, "don't talk like you are leaving me."

"It's a risk, and you know if I have to sacrifice myself to end this, I will do it."

"I know. I love you, Illidan Stormrage." She crushed him in an embrace. And he brought her mouth to his and kissed her, tongues intertwined, for as long as he could before they had to go. He finally released her and she quickly dressed and collected her weapons.

"One last thing before we go," he said. "I know you studied the arcane in Quel'Thalas and I need to teach you something. "Come here and put your hands over mine."

She did as she was told and placed her back to his and her hands atop his outstretched hands. He began to work magic very slowly, much like he had in Stormheim. "Help me cast, learn the patterns. Put yourself into them as well. If I am not here to help you, I want you to be able to come back here if you need to."

He traced the runes of the protection spell over and over, creating an opening in the field and then resealing it. She drew upon her arcane heritage and everything she had learned and added her magic to his and recreated the shield with him time and again until he dropped his hands and watched her continue. She felt the strength of the wall, and felt the openness she created and then sealed again. Clearly satisfied with her ability he wrapped her up and kissed her neck from behind. With one hand he gestured in front of them and ripped the air, Felnieri could see the inside of the Vindicaar in a hazy shimmer. It was time to go face the Dark Titan.

…