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Death's Aspect

Chapter 4: Some New Friends

Tyrande Whisperwind and her twelve highest ranked sisters of Elune, who were titled the daughters of Elune, stood around the Moonwell inside the Temple of the Moon within the city of Darnassus. They were all dressed in simple white robes and each had their hair down; no jewelry of any kind was worn by any of them.

The temple itself was currently closed to all but them as they were about to perform a ritual only done every five hundred years.

"Disrobe my sisters and let us bathe in the glory of Elune," Tyrande commanded and she shrugged off her robes to reveal her naked body before stepping in the moonwell and shuddering in pleasure as the liquid essence of the moon lapped around her body and she slowly stepped deeper into the water until she was submerged from the waist down, which was as deep as the pool reached. Each of the eleven others followed her in after removing their robes as well.

After an hour in the moonwell where each of them cleaned each other in the pool a powerful beam of moonlight lit up the statue of Elune in the center of the pool until it was so bright all the sisters and Tyrande needed to avert their eyes lest they be blinded.

"Greetings my daughters." A musical voice spoke out from the statue as the light cleared.

The chosen of Elune turned to face the voice to see a tall woman standing in front of the statue, which looked identical to her. She was taller than any night elf and standing upon the surface of the Moonwell not making even a ripple in the waters. She was as naked just as the gathered priestesses, her form as voluptuous as the rest of the women before her, with pure white hair flowing to her knees. This was Elune, goddess of the Moon and one of Azeroth's most ancient beings.

"My Lady." Tyrande greeted as she bowed as low as she could without submerging herself in the pool, followed by the other priestesses.

As they all remained in their pose, Elune walked forward on the surface of the Moonwell and laid a hand upon Tyrande's head.

"I have great news for you, my daughter, a new aspect as arrived in this world and with his presence, a great many evils will be purged from this world." At this Elune paused and Tyrande fought through her confusion to voice a question.

"An aspect, my Lady?"

"Yes, Tyrande, the aspect of death has arrived in this world."

A light murmuring came from the sisters at this while Tyrande's head jerked up in horror. Her mind was bombarded by images of the Lich King and the horrors he had unleashed upon the world. Fear gripped Tyrande, as she pondered that if a being powerful enough to be called the Aspect of Death, then horrors worse than even the Lich King might soon fall upon them.

"Be at peace daughters, all things must pass on from this life, it is the way of the universe. All things must end. This aspect is not out to destroy all life, but rather to bring balance to life. He is a very honorable man and I already see the great changes he will bring to this world. I wish for one of you to go to him and bring him here so that I may speak with him in person." At this, the confusion and worry that had been filling each of the night elf women stilled and shock flooded them all. Elune never showed herself to a man, never even spoke to a man, yet here she was asking for a man to be brought to her.

"Is there one among you who would do this for me." At this, each of the women in the pool stood including Tyrande and spoke out that they would do this for her. Elune couldn't help the smile that grew across her face as she looked upon her loyal followers.

Eventually, Elune turned and walked up to Ayna the newest member of her daughters and cupped her cheek and raised her head until their eyes met.

Ayna was one of the rare night elves who wore no tattoos, her skin was a soft purple and her eyes glowed with moonlight. She normally dressed in black robes adorned with raven feathers and that left her stomach and collarbone bare, yet covered her entire back and her breasts. she also normally wore silver earrings that resembled pine tree branches. Yet now like the rest of Elune's daughters, she was completely naked and without adornment of any kind.

"Will you do this for me Ayna, my daughter," Elune asked in a gentle voice and Ayna immediately nodded to afraid to speak. She had never even heard Elune speak to her before yet here she was standing in front of her, touching her even.

"Do not be afraid to speak Ayna, you are my daughter and I your mother, never forget this."

"I will find him, my Lady," Ayna promised and Elune smiled tenderly.

"He goes by the name of Harry Potter, he has only recently arrived in this world and he has yet to learn of his turn powers and self. He appears to be human, with black hair and emerald eyes. I recommend you speak to Jaina Proudmoore, she will most likely know where you can find him. travel safely, and stay by his side until he comes to speak with me."

"I shall return with him as quickly as I am able my Lady," Ayna promised and Elune took a step back letting her hand fall back to her side.

"Good, then go and when he returns to speak with me, join him in the pool just as we are now and I will come to speak with him and reward you for your service to me." And with that Elune faded as if she had never been there. Yet words echoed in Ayna's mind, words spoken only to her and not all of her sisters.

'He does not understand his purpose or powers, He does not yet understand the cost one of his abilities will have in this world if he proves difficult to persuade tell him I can answer a great many of his questions about why he has the powers he does."

-o0O0o-

Alarsia came to a stop as she arrived at the main building in the small base of Venomspite shaking her head to clear it of the desperate need to find the source of her mental pull. She dismounted and began to walk forward when several blades were pointed at her from all angles the forsaken guards having finally caught up with her.

"Halt! What business do you have here Draenei scum." Spat one of the male undead.

Mentally slapping herself to clear her thoughts of the overpowering pull that was now fading in her mind, Alarsia fully realized what she had just done and thanked the Light for the fact that she had not immediately been killed. She quickly held out her Ebon Blade insignia and a scroll bearing Darion Mograine's seal and presented both to the guards.

"I have been sent here to aid you in clearing out the Scarlet Onslaught from New Hearthglen by Highlord Mograine. I apologize for rushing in here like this but I felt a gigantic surge of necromantic power and thought you were all about to be attacked." Alarsia lied smoothly. She had been able to tell right way that the magic that had filled the air was affiliated with death, however, it had none of the corrupted tones that necromancy possessed.

"Be that as it may, we were not under attack and you risked much acting as you did." Alarsia turned to see a dark ranger address her. At the sight of the ranger, Alarsia felt fear fill her. The only time dark rangers went on a mission where they let themselves be seen was escort mission for their Dark Lady, the Banshee Queen. She had just rushed into a military base without informing those inside about her purpose when their queen was being housed here. She was surprised she wasn't a corpse on the ground filled with several arrows already.

"Give me the scroll and I will bring it to my lady, stay here," she ordered before taking the scroll from Alarsia and turning to the male undead who had first spoken. "Keep her under guard here, I will return shortly."

"Of course ranger." He replied with a cruel glint in his eyes which the ranger noticed and glared at him.

"She is to remain unharmed, am I clear?" She demanded and the man's smile faded to a grimace of slight disappointment. Nevertheless, he nodded in deferment and the ranger left.

-o0O0o-

"What do you mean you died again!" Elizabeth shrieked after a few moments of complete silence. The very thought of this man dying was a sharp pain in her heart. She had only known him a few days but he had treated her better than anyone besides Sylvanas. He had taken blows for her, had kept watch at night far more than was his fair share, he had listened to her and asked for stories about her life and he had listened to them, talked about them. He had cared about her, her thoughts, her history, her feelings even, he had become one of her closest friends in mere days, she had been ready to fall apart at the thought of him dying and now here he was acting like his him dying was a common occurrence.

Harry flinched slightly at her tone and smiled ruefully scratching the back of his head only to groan as if his whole body was sore and let his hand fall back to the bed.

"Well, I... I can't die. Not really; I just keep coming back." Complete stunned silence met his declaration before Sylvanas scoffed.

"You expect us to believe that? That a mere human no older than twenty by the looks of it has found true immortality?" Sylvanas demanded hotly.

Harry's expression hardened at her words and his voice was steady as he met her gaze. "It doesn't matter if you believe me or not, one's belief does not change a fact." Harry chose to ignore the looking no older than twenty comment, seeing as Sylvanas looked no older than twenty herself.

Sylvanas was about to snap back when she suddenly stilled and relaxed her aggressive pose. The reason behind this was Elizabeth resting a gentle hand on her lower back and rubbing softly. She was angled in such a manner that Harry and Elenna could not see this action that she regularly performed for Sylvanas. In life Sylvanas had been a creature of physical contact, though she was still a virgin she hardly spent a night alone, usually cuddling with one of her sisters when home, or one of her rangers or mounts when she was out in the field. Physical contact had become nonexistent in her undeath. The only one ever brave enough to touch her now, to reach through the rage that was always below the surface was Elizabeth and her body always reacted to the touch regardless of Sylvanas' wishes.

Once Elizabeth was sure Sylvanas' temper was under control she stepped forward.

"What do you mean you can't die, Harry? How? Why? Explain it now." She demanded in a steady voice but with a dangerous look in her eyes that dared him to avoid the question. Harry recognized the look and felt his heart clench as his thoughts drifted to Hermione for a brief moment.

Harry flinched slightly at her tone and glare and the thoughts they invoked before replying "Well on my world there were three items of legend, we called them the Deathly Hallows. There was a cloak that could hide the wearer from all things, even death. Next was a ring that allowed you to call back departed spirits, and the third was a wand of unparalleled power. Our legends said that if one was to bring each of these objects together they would become the master of death. As it turns out, it wasn't a legend. I was the first person to bring them all together, though many had tried and failed. Now I no longer age, and I can't die. I've had my soul ripped from my body, I've been beheaded, burned alive, and ripped apart. But I always return. If my body is too damaged to heal, it seems as if the power of death itself forms me a new body before throwing my soul into it. That is literally all I know. I have been searching for more details ever since I realized what had happened, but there isn't really a lot to go on."

Elizabeth frowned at the lack of details but before she could say anything there was a loud knocking on the door behind Sylvanas.

"My Lady, I am sorry to intrude, but an Ebon Knight has arrived here. I have her held outside and I have brought her assignment scroll to you. She is a Draenei and I thought you would like to settle this matter before the soldier's outside kill her on principle." One of Sylvanas' rangers spoke through the heavy oak doors.

Sylvanas growled darkly before she spun and marched back out of the medical room.

By the look on Elizabeth's face as she watched Sylvanas leave Harry could tell she was torn before staying here to question him further or chasing after Sylvanas.

"Go after her. You can ask me questions whenever you want." Elizabeth needed no further encouragement and raced after Sylvanas, the door closing behind her. This left Harry, sore and in badly torn clothing, alone with Elenna, who had been relatively ignored by the others.

Elenna was still staring with glazed eyes at Harry the memory of his magic washing over her body obscuring all of her thoughts. It had been stronger than anything she had ever felt, the Sunwell had nothing on the pure energy that had infused Harry.

"What is your name?" Harry asked pulling Elenna out of her haze and causing her to focus, it took a moment for her to process what he had asked.

"Elenna Brightwalker." She replied as she stepped closer to him her eyes filling with longing as she focused on the magic still thrumming inside Harry.

"Well Elenna, are you well? You seem very distracted." Harry asked tried to sit up only to groan and fall back cursing under his breath.

"Are you alright?" Elenna asks shaking her head to clear it of her thirst for magic as she approached harry her hands glowing softly.

"Yea, I'm alright Elenna, just every time I come back the magic that revives me seems to tear up my body so much it's hard to move for awhile, I should be fine in a day, two at most. Don't worry too much for me." Harry turned his head to met her gaze as she lowered her hands and started wringing them in front of her as if she was greatly nervous.

"But you never answered my question. Are you well Elenna?"

Elenna licked her lips nervously and shuffled her feet as she lowered her gaze. "My apologies. You see, there was so much raw magic swirling around you that it left me almost incapable of higher thought. I haven't drawn any magic in a while, and it was calling to me."

"Calling to you?" Harry asked in confusion.

"I'm a blood elf," Elenna replied as if that answered the question, and for anyone know knew about blood elves it would.

"Elenna, I wasn't born on Azeroth, Elizabeth summoned here and I have no knowledge of your people."

Elenna couldn't help but snort at the absurdity of that statement. He was clearly a human and it was ludicrous to think he was a human from a different world. And she was close to saying so to him when the last few minutes in this room reasserted themselves in her mind. Just the very fact he was alive said he was different. So for the time being at least, she would humor him.

"Blood elves require magic to live, as much if not more so than we require food or water. The need for magic is a constant burning in our body. You have so much magic in you that it is calling very strongly to me, so I am sorry if I seem distracted to you."

Harry's eyes filled with concern at her description of her people's plight and couldn't help reaching a hand out to hers.

"Are you in pain?" he asked and she let out a humorless laugh.

"We are always in pain, but I can manage a while longer at least." She assured him staring at their linked hands. Normally she shied away from such contact, in her experience, people only made such gestures when they wished something from her. Yet when she looked in his eyes something stopped her from pulling her hand away. And his next words completely blew her mind.

"You can take some of my magic if it will help Elenna. It will replenish itself quickly."

"You're serious?" Elenna asked just the thought of tasting his magic filling her eyes with lust as she shifted closer to Harry.

"Yes, I've been told I have a saving people problem, I just can't stand to see others in pain. If it will help you, my magic is yours."

Elenna licked her lips slowly then nodded as she stepped forward and placed her hands over his chest and slowly started to siphon his magic into her body. She was unable to suppress the shiver of pleasure that wracked her body as she did so. His magic is so intense, pure, and powerful. She feels like she is in a constant state of climax. Every fiber of her body is alive and humming in pleasure as Harry magic flooded through her body filling every cell to the brim. Her knees collapsed and she fell clutching at Harry as she did. Now kneeling at his bed she rested her forehead on his chest and slowly lifted her hand away cutting off the flow of magic.

For the first time in her life, Elenna felt completely satisfied, there was not a single ache coursing through her body. It only took a few moments for her higher functions to return for Elenna to realize that she may have drawn too much of Harry's magic. She raised her eyes still glazed with pleasure to Harry's face trying to focus and can just make out his emerald eyes and slowly the rest of his face which holds a soft smile on his lips.

"Better?" he whispers and Elenna can only nod as she tries to reorder her thoughts after such a powerful experience.

-o0O0o-

As Elenna was tending to both herself and Harry, Alarsia was standing face to face with Sylvanas. The Banshee Queen stood directly across from her, glaring at the Death Knight with a fierce expression. She had ordered everyone else back to their posts and her ranger's to stand back out of hearing range.

"You did a very stupid thing charging in here like that Death Knight." Sylvanas spat doing her best to keep her temper. It wouldn't benefit her or her people if she dragged this Draenei over hot coals. She had no idea where this Death Knight sat within the chain of command with the Death Knights overall and though she didn't trust death knights they were currently on the front lines and helping to push back the scourge everywhere they were able and it would lessen the chances of her killing Arthas in this whole thing if they took offence to her and her people because of her actions here.

"My apologies your Majesty." The Draenei replied calmly, back straight and eyes locked on her own. Sylvanas couldn't stop the raised eyebrow at how the Draenei had addressed her. Though it was technically accurate as she was seen as the Queen of her people, none of the other races, whether it be their leaders or their people had ever referred to her in such a way, unless it was to mock her. This Draenei was serious in her address, and the backbone she was showing even in the face of her clear anger, in fact, help calm her and heard the Draenei a measure of respect in her eyes.

"Explain why I shouldn't kill you for your actions then," Sylvanas growled resting her right hand on the hilt of the dagger strapped to the back of her waist.

"I felt a very powerful surge of death based magic as I approached, it was stronger than any I have ever felt, even Arthas didn't throw around that much death magic back when we were still under his control. I thought you were under attack or about to be and rushed to aid you." The Draenei explained still holding Sylvanas' gaze until Sylvanas grunted and nodded.

"The papers you gave us say your name is Alarsia and that you were sent here to aid in the extermination of the Scarlet Onslaught base of New Hearthglen. While you are here you are under my command and anything the Ebon Blade may have wished for you to do is secondary. Break this rule and I will kill you where you stand. Do I make myself clear?" Sylvanas barked as she glared at Alarsia.

"Yes, Ma'am," Alarsia replied still holding her gaze.

She was a brave one, with plenty of confidence. If she was intimidated by Sylvanas she hid it well.

"Then report to High Executor Wroth for your duties." Sylvanas snapped before turning and marching away.

-o0O0o-

Elizabeth was at a loss for the moment, completely unsure of what to do. She had watched Sylvanas from a distance as she talked with the Draenei before dismissing her and walking away, a very tempered reaction compared to what was normal for Sylvanas. And now Elizabeth was at a loss of what to do.

Sylvanas hadn't said anything to her about her confession, not that there had really been a private moment to do so yet and she could follow Sylvanas and get that private moment right now. Yet what if Sylvanas rejected her? And there was Harry a man who had she had summoned into her life and who she was quickly falling for as well. She could feel it already, the way her heart would flutter as she smiled at her attentive and listening to whatever she was saying over their campfires back in the cave, the way her eyes would follow his body when she believed he wasn't looking. Would it be possible to love them both? At the same time?

'Yes,.' A voice her own voice spoke out in her mind. Harry had told her about his two wives Erika and Kim. Two wives he had, had at the same time, three of them, equally loving each of the others. It had seemed very strange to her at first, such relationships were rare, but not unheard of among other races, but for humans it was taboo. Yet when she watched Harry talk about his wives there was such love such longing in his eyes, she knew he had truly loved them, both of them. Could he love her and Sylvanas, could she truly have both of them together.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts and took a deep breath.

If that was what she wanted she knew what she would have to do first. She would have to confront Sylvanas, Blood elves were among the races that had a very open voice on multiple partners, even if it was very rare even for them, they had no bias against it. If she could get Sylvanas to open her heart perhaps Harry could work his way into Sylvanas' heart as well.

With new purpose Elizabeth chased after Sylvanas she was standing next to a giant tree just outside the small town of Venomspite, the snow almost up to knees but Elizabeth knew Sylvanas bare felt the cold anymore.

"My Lad," Elizabeth whispered softly as she approached and she saw Sylvanas' body tense immediately causing Elizabeth's heart to clench.

"Follow me," Sylvanas spoke up and marched past the tree and into the woods Elizabeth hurried to keep up but in the darkness of twilight and with Sylvanas' natural tendency for stealth at all times she quickly lost in in the woods.

Just as Elizabeth was getting frustrated and hand gripped her through and pushed her up against a tree. Though her heart sped up at first Elizabeth felt no fear. The hand around her throat was firm but gentle and it could have slammed her against the tree instead of merely pinning her. As she met Sylvanas' glowing red eyes currently glaring up at her furiously she felt her body calm, she was safe, even if this woman was glaring at her as if she was ready to tear her apart, she knew Sylvanas would never truly hurt her.

"You could have died!" Sylvanas hissed with such venom Elizabeth flinched her eyes going wide.

"And you had the gall to tell me to leave you be, to let you die and in the same letter that you confessed love for me. You breathed life into my heart in one moment and shattered it again in the next, how DARE YOU!" Sylvanas roar her hand trembling and squeezing around Elizabeth's neck, yet she was so careful, even in a full rage Sylvanas had never hurt her and even now with fury the likes of which Elizabeth had never seen in her eyes Sylvanas was careful with her. But it was a blood fell from Sylvanas' eyes the only kind of tears Sylvanas was now able to shed that Elizabeth realized the fury was just a mask.

Elizabeth raised her hands to wipe away Sylvanas' tears and Sylvanas nuzzled into her hands more tears falling as the hand around her throat released her and dropped to her side.

"I thought once you were save things could go back to normal, that I could act as if everything was ok, but my heart feels like it's beating again Liz, and it hurts, it hurts so much every time I think of how close I was to losing you. I would willingly serve the lich king again to protect you. Do you understand me!" Sylvanas stared up at her a broken look on her face. "I know I would submit myself to the torment I escaped to keep you safe. Though because I know that would never protect you I would never do so. Still, that fact terrifies me, the fact that I care so much for you." Elizabeth couldn't hold in her own tears as she listened to Sylvanas and she moved forward her arms wrapping around Sylvanas' neck, Sylvanas' wrapped around her own waist naturally and they stared into each other's eyes for a long moment.

"I'm here Sylvanas I'm alive you haven't lost me," Elizabeth whispered and Sylvanas' eyes soften slightly then widened as Elizabeth leaned down pressing a soft kiss to her lips before pulling away and watching Sylvanas for a reaction.

Sylvanas herself was stunned then a new feeling filled her one she had never felt not in life nor in her undeath and she growled leaping up to crash her lips into Elizabeth's pushing the larger woman up against the tree once more. Elizabeth's lip were so soft and so warm, the smell of her was flooding Sylvanas' senses and for the first time in all of her new existence of undeath she felt her body come alive, felt her abdomen clench and a throbbing started growing between her thighs.

Elizabeth was in much the same predicament. Her body was afire with lust her panties already slightly soaked. She was always aroused when Sylvanas was being fierce but when that fierceness was directed her it felt as if she was melting. Sylvanas' lips were hard and cold but smooth and they dominated her mouth. Sylvanas had never smelled like death, in fact, she had the scent of the forest on her, probably because the body she possessed was just about to die and had never started to decay. Suddenly a cold tongue brushed against her own and she shivered in pleasure as the taste of Sylvanas assaulted her, she couldn't help the moan that escaped her throat. As she felt Sylvanas' hands slide over her hips before firmly grabbing her ass Elizabeth realized there this might lead. It was very common for couples to assure themselves their partners were safe with physical intimacy and as that thought caused her heart to beat with excitement and nervousness she used the last of her clear mind to quickly cast warming charms over her body. Sylvanas might not feel the cold and so wouldn't' mind making love in the snow but she would need magic to help her if that was what was going to happen.

Sylvanas slowly pulled away as she felt Elizabeth's magic and looked up at the woman whose cheeks were flushed, lips parted slightly and starting to swell from Sylvanas' bruising kiss. Her eyes were slightly glazed at looking at her with such trust and longing Sylvanas swore she felt her heart physically beat once.

"Please, don't stop." Elizabeth whimpered pulling Sylvanas' lips back to her own restarting the powerful kiss in which Elizabeth once again completely submitted to Sylvanas' raw power moaning and whimpering in pleasure as she lifted her legs off the ground and wrapped them around Sylvanas' waist the slits in the sides of Elizabeth's dress allowing such movement.

Elizabeth's hands found the bindings of Sylvanas's armored chest piece, more of a metal bra than anything else really and quickly undid them before pulling at them. Sylvanas froze at the feeling and paused their kiss for a moment before she growled and kissed her harder than ever moving one hand from Elizabeth's ass to toss aside the unbuckled armor leaving her bare breasts open for Elizabeth's hands to immediately cup and explore.

A shiver ran through Sylvanas' body as she felt Elizabeth's thumbs run over her nipples and she pulled away to look at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes and then looked down her eyes filling with awe as her hands cupped Sylvanas' breasts tighter.

"My god they are so beautiful." Elizabeth whispered softly running her thumbs over her nipples once more making Sylvanas let out a noise somewhere between a growl and a groan "Your so beautiful." Elizabeth added looking up from Sylvanas' breasts to lock eyes with the Banshee Queen.

"I have cast warming charms on myself, the snow and the cold won't bother me. I am yours, my Queen if you wish to have me." She emphasized her meaning by rubbing Sylvanas' breasts with her palms tenderly causing another powerful groan to leave Sylvanas' throat.

Then suddenly Elizabeth found herself on her back in the snow having been spun around so quickly she was slightly dizzy. She felt cold hands on the shoulders of her dress pulling the straps down and she quickly complied lifting first her shoulders then her hips so that Sylvanas could slide her out of her dress Sylvanas unclip her bra as her dress passed her chest and gripped her soaking wet panties as she passed her waist leaving Elizabeth completely bare laying in the snow her fire based warmth spells shielding her from the chill of her bed of snow.

As Elizabeth refocused she saw Sylvanas was already completely bare and standing above her the orange sky above them framing her body from Elizabeth's' position on the ground.

Sylvanas' skin was pale, almost gray but perfect, smooth and unblemished in any way. Her pussy was bare and there wasn't a single hair on her body but for her head. Elizabeth couldn't help but just stare in wonder at the beautiful creature above her.

Sylvanas was similarly in awe as she stared down at Elizabeth, her skin was flushed with arousal and had so many beautiful curves to it, the shape calves, toned smooth, The fullness of her thighs as they lead into her hips, Her large breasts topped with hard nipples and large Areolas and a perfect hourglass figure. Blonde hair hid her pussy from view however her pubic hair was clearly wet and the area around them was flooded with the scent of Elizabeth's arousal, a clear sign of her lust for Sylvanas.

As Sylvanas stared down at the woman she felt the final wall in her heart crumble as emotions of love, lust filled every fiber of her being. Remembering Elizabeth's reaction to her ferocity Sylvanas stocked forward as if she was hunting Elizabeth and she could see Elizabeth shudder in pleasure as she stared at Sylvanas, spreading her legs slightly to give Sylvanas a better view as she stalked forward.

Sylvanas slowly moved down towards Elizabeth as she neared and crawling over her body stopping to nipped at Elizabeth's stomach and breasts before she captured her lips for a brief but hard kiss before she moved farther up moaning as she felt Elizabeth's lips on her own breasts, nipping and sucking eagerly and Sylvanas groaned in approval as she pressed her breasts down into Elizabeth's face firmly for a few minutes, letting the throbbing of her pussy grow until she couldn't take it anymore.

Once her control finally broke and pulled her breasts away ignoring the whimper from Elizabeth before she crawled up more than got into a crouch. Looking down she saw Elizabeth staring up at her from between her thighs. She licked her lips eagerly as Sylvanas lowered her hips until her pussy met Elizabeth's waiting mouth.

The first stroke of Elizabeth's tongue caused a bolt of pleasure to rocket up Sylvanas' body and she reached one hand down to weave into Elizabeth's hair encouragingly.

"Ooooh good girl, right there." Sylvanas moaned as Elizabeth swiped her tongue again before she started up a steady rhythm. It didn't take long before Sylvanas was moving her hips in time with Elizabeth's tongue cooing encouragement down at her in between her moans and whimpers of pleasure.

Finally, Sylvanas' body frozen for a brief moment before she shrieked her banshee wail finding its way into her voice as her hips undulated frantically in her release. Her body instinctively trying to prolong her orgasm.

As the orgasm faded Sylvanas opened her eyes to see Elizabeth beaming up at her. Her face one of pure joy.

"That was wonderful girl." Sylvanas coo softly as she stroked Elizabeth's hair. "Would you like a turn now my beautiful one?" Sylvanas whispered. She wasn't sure where all this tenderness was coming from, it was as if a dam had broken and her compassion she once had when she was alive as finally surfacing for the first time since her death.

"Please, my Queen," Elizabeth replied breathlessly as she squirmed under Sylvanas.

"Very well," Sylvanas replied with a smirk sliding off of Elizabeth's face and laying down in the snow at her side pulling Elizabeth to her cradling her to her torso with one arm as the other reached down and spread her thighs.

As soon as Sylvanas hand brushed against Elizabeth's thighs she spread them as wide as she could and pushed her hips into the hand in the same motion.

"Please my Queen, make me cum." Elizabeth whimpered as she turned her face and buried it in Sylvanas' neck panting hot air across Sylvanas' cold collarbone.

Sylvanas smiled but didn't verbally reply. Instead, she gently trailed her fingers over Elizabeth's beautiful bush in a couple of teasing strokes pulling more whimpers and longing humps from the girl in her arms.

Finally, she ended Elizabeth's torment and slide a single finger inside her pussy almost gasping at the heat the enveloped her finger as she did so. It almost felt as if Elizabeth's pussy was on fire and the walls of flesh were slick with oil as they greedily clenched around her finger trying to suck it in deeper.

Sylvanas could tell by Elizabeth's frantic whimpers and moving hips that the time for teasing and foreplay had already passed and she began a steady rhythm of in and out with her finger, quickly adding a second finger and Elizabeth continued to make noises of pleasure into her breasts her body moving with Sylvanas hands. Sylvanas changed her speed judging by how close Elizabeth seemed to be to having an orgasm. She could slow down as she felt she was getting close and speed up to keep her near the edge.

After almost ten minutes of this Elizabeth was a spasming and whimper mess.

"Please, please I need to cum, please my Queen," Elizabeth begged reaching up to grip Sylvanas hair with both hands as she pulled Sylvanas down for a fiery kiss. During the Kiss Sylvanas finally gave Elizabeth mercy and keep up a face rhythm and pushed her thumb against Elizabeth clit setting her off almost immediately. Sylvanas felt warm fluid spray forth soaking her hand almost to the elbow and she jerked in surprise breaking the kiss and Elizabeth screams of pleasure no longer muffled by the kiss echoed through the tree.

-o0O0o-

"My Lady" Sylvanas eyes snapped from her still naked lover curled against her and sleeping to Cyndia who was walking towards them eyes fit on the ground and a pile of thick blankets in her arms.

Sylvanas held in a protective snarl so as not to wake Elizabeth and shifted her body to cover Elizabeth as much as possible from Cyndia's sight.

"You will not speak of this to anyone!" Sylvanas hissed softly as she fixed Cyndia with a murderous glare to which Cyndia merely smirked.

"Of course not my Lady and for what it's worth I'm very happy for you," Cyndia replied throwing the blankets at Sylvanas who caught them and started wrapping around herself and Elizabeth.

Sylvanas grunted in way of reply as she held Elizabeth closer to her in their new nest of blankets.

Cyndia started making a camp around the new couple and Sylvanas tuned her out as she returned to staring at the woman in her arm. Her new or perhaps not so new reason to continue existing. Suddenly Sylvanas whispered a question to her oldest friend. How will our people take this?"

Cyndia paused in her process of fire building having already set up Elizabeth's tent next to the couple.

"Some will not understand," Cyndia said looking over her shoulder to meet eyes with her Queen staying crouched by the pile of twist she had been working to light before Sylvanas asked her question. "Some will be outraged and some indifferent. And others still will be as happy for you as I am my Queen."

"And if I wasn't Queen?" Sylvanas pressed and Cyndia frowned.

"I was afraid you were considering that. If not you then who my Lady? There is no one better to lead us."

"Anyone would do better!" Sylvanas snapped causing Elizabeth to shift and mumble something and Sylvanas' next words were once again whispered. "My arrogance and overconfidence were nearly the destruction of our people you know how much more we are mistrusted and hated after Wrathgate."

Cyndia sighed and folded her legs to sit cross-legged I'm the snow.

"Anyone could have made those mistakes, we don't blame you for what happened."

"Well, you should if I would have been better we wouldn't be in the mess we're in now!" Sylvanas hiss but the hiss died as a warm hand cupped her cheek gently.

"Don't be so hard on yourself my Queen." Elizabeth's sleepy voice spoke from the blankets. "You work so hard for your people and they see that. They don't expect you to be perfect." Sylvanas' eyes softened as she looked down at her love and she turned her head to lay a tender kiss on Elizabeth's palm.

"Still I'm not made for this, I'm not made to be a Queen. I am at home out in the field fighting for our people. Not filling out paperwork and playing politics. I've been thinking hard this last week. All the other races have heroes those they look up to and admire. Who inspire and bring courage to their people. We Forsaken don't have such Heroes. But I could be one. I can be a hero for our people if I could just find someone I could trust to lead our people." Sylvanas glanced at Cyndia as she said this. Said ranger quickly shook her head.

"I'm no more made for it then you are my Lady." Sylvanas sighed and nodded.

"I know, but I still help a small sliver of hope. Another option is Nathanos." Cyndia's eyes widened slightly before she slowly nodded.

"That could work, he is very well respected among the Forsaken and very skilled. However, I do not think he would accept the role either." Cyndia explained once again frowning.

"He would if I asked it of him," Sylvanas remarked with a raised brow.

"And then we would have a ruler who was doing it as a favor and nothing else. You love our people Sylvanas, whether you are made for it or not that makes you the best Queen we have, because you care, where most of us don't." Cyndia argued a dangerous glint in her eyes.

Before Sylvanas could reply the warm hand on her cheek moved back to her neck and pulled her head down towards the blanket to meet gentle lips that she greedily consumed. When Elizabeth pulled away she stared deeply into Sylvanas' eyes.

"Perhaps a compromise Sylvana," Elizabeth whispered. "You want the freedom to be in the field, but there is no one else to rule us, at least not us. Find stewards of your kingdom then. Find someone you trust to handle daily affairs, someone who is loyal to you and you know won't try to seize power. Then you have that freedom, you can become that hero and you are still Queen still in power." As Elizabeth talked she gently stroked Sylvanas' silver hair.

"It is a good idea, my Lady." Cyndia integrated "Perhaps it is even taken in shifts. Use your ranger captains and Nathanos, maybe a month long shift at a time. That way whoever is running the daily affairs doesn't get burned out. I know you don't trust politicians so your list of loyal and capable followers is short and all of them are field agents."

It was silent for a long time as Sylvanas thought over their words over keeping eye contact with Elizabeth amethyst eyes which were currently shining with love up at her.

"Perhaps that could work." She finally said with a sigh turning to look at Cyndia once more. "But I would still need to attend larger events, and take a shift myself, or perhaps a double shift to show I was still the one in power. It's not as much freedom as I would like but it is an improvement."

Cyndia smirked and turned back to the fire working to light it once more.

"Oh and to answer your original question, my Lady, if you weren't Queen, why would you give a damn what the people thought?" This drew a laugh from the new couple as they cuddled deeper into their blankets while Cyndia worked.

-o0O0o-

Alarsia was standing on the balcony of the Apothecary in Venomspite overlooking the depressing forgotten shore. A large expansion of gray sand and rock littered with the skeletons of ships and the ghosts of the crews they once carried.

"You have a light inside of you." A strong male voice spoke up causing Alarsia to twirl around suddenly. Her hand raising to grip the hilt of her greatsword across her back as her heart leap in her thought.

She stared at the man in confusion for a brief moment. Death radiated off him in waves, at least to her senses it was yet it felt odd, comforting, welcoming, peaceful, none of the terror and hopelessness that came from Arthas.

"The light is the same as what I feel from Elenna, yet you also have a darkness in you, both the same and very different from all the undead around here." The man continued stepping closer and Alarsia's grip on her sword tightened but she kept it sheathed. The man didn't seem to notice at all.

Suddenly a presence she hadn't felt in her mind in a long time, not since she died in fact filled her thoughts. She had often been guided by the Light when she was a paladin, and though she could still feel it in her undeath she had never felt it trying to guide her actions in this new existence. Not until now at least.

The Light didn't communicate with words, nor images. No, it did so with feelings, emotions, and direction. And right now it was filled with an overwhelming amount of trust directed at the man before her and amount of trust that if the man had asked at that very moment Alarsia would have freely handed her soul over to him. Alarsia could feel her entire body relaxing unconsciously as the trust pulsed a few more times before leaving her once again. The feeling of trust leaving her mind but the message it had left was clear. The Light trusted this man, trusted him completely and was telling Alarsia it was safe for her to do the same.

"I don't know who this Elenna is, but yes you are one of the very few to notice but I have light within me," Alarsia answered cautiously as she relaxed her grip on the hilt of her greatsword and let her hand fall to her side.

"Elenna is a healer, a priest here," Harry replied and Alarsia eyebrows raise in surprise. Undead priest who specialized as healers were extremely rare, very few had the abilities to use holy magic anymore and those that did usually could only use it to cause pain.

"I didn't realize there was a forsaken priest here, Perhaps I could go speak with her. It is very rare, almost unheard of for a undead to keep a hold of their connection to the light." Alarsia replied and Harry shook his head and smiled sheepishly.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to imply she was undead, Elenna is a blood elf, she was stationed here."

"Ah, that does seem more likely," Alarsia replied and she knew that if she was still alive she would be blushing.

They were silent for a few moments until Alarsia spoke up.

"My name is Alarsia Stormhollow." She told him sticking out her hand for him to shake in greeting.

Instead, Harry slipped his hand under her's and brought her hand gauntleted as they were to his lips. Before her hand reached his lips he replied.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady. My name is Harry Potter." Harry's lips press gently into the metal over her knuckles and Alarsia found herself suddenly wishing she wasn't wearing them so she would feel his lips on her skin.

As it was she knew that if she was still alive her light blue skin would be entirely purple with how hard she would be blushing. As it was her tail was flicking in pleasure and her head tentacles normally hid in her hair were wiggling nervously as she fought the urge to look at the ground shyly. She had never like this in her life!

"Are you doing anything to me." She finally whispered and Harry jerked back as is slapped.

"What?" Harry asked aghast. "Why would you say that?"

"I feel you in my mind, a gently pull to you, but I don't see it in any of the other undead here, why me? Why have you singled me out?" Alarsia asked her voice rising slightly as she used angry to mask her other feelings.

Harry just stared at her completely confused.

"What do you mean a pull? I'm not doing anything consciously Alarsia, I swear. I would even swear it on my life if you wish."

"Your words would be meaningless." Alarsia snapped slightly immediately feeling bad for doing so but too afraid of returning to her previous state to stop herself.

Harry though shook his head. "You don't understand, an oath sworn by a magic user on their life means that if they life, or break said oath their life is forfeit." And Harry wondered for a moment if he died in such a way would it be permanent, he refused to try however he had always prided himself on being a man of his word.

However, his explanation brought Alarsia up short and she just stared at him in stunned silence for a long moment before asking in a whisper. "Such magic exists?"

"Well I guess I don't know if it exists on this world, but where I'm from yes such magic exists."

"Wait, you're from a different world? But you're human." Alarsia said in disbelief.

"Yea I haven't heard very flattering things about the human here, so it seems they are generally the same where I come from as well." Harry joked but at Alarsia serious look sighed. "Truly I am from another world. I wanted to travel to a new world and made a ritual to travel between worlds, that ritual along with another one performed by a human warlock named Elizabeth brought me here."

Alarsia processed this for a long moment now that she wasn't so flustered she remembered what the Light told her. To trust this man.

"I believe you. And the oath won't be." She turned away than to look our over the forgotten shore once again.

"So would you tell me about your people?" Harry asked suddenly walking forward to stand beside her.

"Which ones? The Death Knights or my old people the Draenei?"

"Both if that's ok. Remember I'm brand new here and I don't know much of anything. History culture, heroes legends I don't know any of it." Harry replied before giving her a serious look. "And I long ago learned to hear all the sides of a story. I want to hear about your people from you before I hear anything from anyone else."

Alarsia smiled at this and relaxed slightly before beginning her tale. Start in with how her people were divided by the Legion 25,000 years ago, back when they called themselves Eredar.

She told of how kil'jaeden and Archimonde had joined the legion and how Prophet Velen had fled with one-third of their population. How they arrived on the planet Draenor and renamed themselves Draenei. How the legion once again found them and by using the local tribal race of orcs had led a massacre against their people. Causing them to once again flew and arrive here on Azeroth. She told of her efforts in what was now named the burning crusade and how she had been a part of the group that had taken down Kil'jaeden's avatar before he could be fully summoned to what was left of Draenor. She had still been a Paladin back them. She didn't share her death, but she did talk about how she was one of many Arthas had raised from the dead, and part of the elite soldiers named Death Knights. The most advanced and most powerful form of undead aside from the Frost Wyrms and Liches. And she told of how the Death Knights of the Ebon Blade had fought their way free, both physical and mental from the Lich King's control.

Harry praised her for her parts in the story and showed great concern and even tried to comfort her in some parts, and so began another new friendship for Harry on Azeroth.

-o0O0o-

Harry glanced around their impromptu war table set up in a single room on the second floor of one of the two buildings in Venomspite. There was Sylvanas at the head of their war table with Elizabeth to her right and a Ranger called Cyndia on her left. Next to Cyndia was a forsaken named High Executor Wroth. A blood elf Magister named Tyr'ganal was currently talking with Elizabeth. And Alarsia was watching everyone from her spot at the table tapping her hoof gently against the floor as her tail flicked restlessly, Harry being the only one able to see such things as she was leaning against the wall behind her and didn't even try to deny he greatly enjoyed the view of Alarsia dressed in dark leather pants and a white cotton shirt. Draenei were a very exotic race in his eyes they were mostly humanoid yet they were completely alien. Their skin tone was something you would never find on a human, ranging from a light blue to a dark purple. They had hooves instead of feet, a tail that could range from just a few inches to a few feet depending completely on the individual Draenei and they all had horns growing from their heads, though that also varied widely in size and shape among their race.

Harry found himself almost hypnotized by the motion of Alarsia's long tail as it swayed drawing his eyes not only to it but her very toned ass which was visibly flexing under the tight leather pants as she tapped her hoof on the floor. Every now and then she would glance back at Harry and smile slightly as she caught him each and every time staring at her ass.

Harry was the only other person present as he stood off in a corner watching the whole group as he leaned against a wall. To those in the room, it merely looked like he was bored when in fact he was using the wall just to stay on his feet.

It had been just over forty-eight hours since he had 'died' and returned to life, the longest recovery time he had ever had and he still wasn't one-hundred percent. His theory on the matter was that there was in fact so much magic on Azeroth that it physically harmed his body, even more, when his magic flooded his body once again. Still, it was only a theory and he wasn't looking forward to testing his theory.

Sylvanas, Elizabeth, and Elenna had all questioned him on his supposed immunity to death, as Sylvanas had called it several times yet each time he was unable to provide any more of an explanation than before. Elenna seemed to accept that he had no more to say and pushed him no further yet Elizabeth and Sylvanas both seemed more and frustrated if for different reasons.

Harry guess Elizabeth was just frustrated at the lack of details, Hermione had been exactly the same way. However, with Sylvanas he wasn't sure what was causing her frustration beside perhaps a jealousy of some kind. He had died and come back as well after all, though he was in a state of undeath instead of life as he was.

Spread out over their war table was a map of the nearby Scarlet Onslaught boss named New Hearthglen.

The Scarlet Onslaught once called the Scarlet Crusade was an organization with the sole purpose of eliminating all undead on Azeroth and were very fanatical in their approach. So fanatical that they were causing major problems for both the Alliance and the Horde in their campaigns to destroy the scourge. The Scarlet Onslaught say any people who willingly worked with the undead. (forsaken and Death Knights) to be equal to the undead themselves and thus in need of being slain. New Hearthglen was the last base the Scarlet Onslaught had and they were being relatively confined to it. But Sylvanas wanted the threat permanently removed so they didn't have to fear to turn their backs as they continued gaining ground in Northrend.

Sylvanas suddenly slammed a dagger into the map, sinking the dagger into the table a few inches and gaining everyone's attention.

"It is time for the Scarlet Onslaught to be destroyed." Sylvanas rasped out in a tense voice.

"There is one gate through the walls of New Hearthglen and it is a straight path through the dense forest and though we have the numbers to storm the gate we would incur heavy losses because of these," Sylvanas explained gesturing at four x marks split two on either side of the road that led to the gate. "These are Ballista which they have placed among the trees to protect them from a long ranged assault, they create a crossfire over the road and are angled in such a way that in order to attack them you must also be in their attack range. They would tear apart our troops as we tried to overtake them."

"So let us take them out one by one during the night," Cyndia spoke up. "Just give the command and I can lead the rangers to take them out."

"I thought of the same but at night each of these ballistae are under heavy guard, and see the way they are paired, one on each side of the road. They can easily target each other if need be. We will need to take them out in pairs and we don't have enough rangers with us at the moment to do that.

"So two teams put Elizabeth on one and me on the other and we can quickly destroy the ballistae with fire magic," Harry spoke up causing those in the room to glance at him for a moment.

"Those were my thoughts, but I want full squads with a healer for each once the ballistae are out of the way the groups call for the rest of our troops with a horn. As the reinforcements approach the two teams meet up and attack the gates to stop forces from flooding out onto the path. If we can bottleneck them there we can buy the time we need for our reinforcements to arrive and force our way inside. From there it will be a matter of taking each of these buildings in turn and then hold them against the Scarlet Onslaught. Eventually pushing them all into the temple we can blockade it and then storm it to finish them off." Sylvanas explain and Harry nodded but didn't speak.

"And who would be on these teams?" Tyr'ganal spoke up.

"I was thinking myself, Elizabeth, and a pair of priests for one team. And Harry, Alarsia and two of my rangers and a priest for the other." Sylvanas replied and Tyr'ganal nodded.

"Elenna," Harry spoke again drawing everyone's attention. "Elenna the blood elf priest. I want her on our team." Harry explain and Sylvanas studied him for a moment before nodding.

"That will be fine, I will leave it to you to inform her we leave two hours after nightfall, gather at at the western entrance." With that final order, Sylvanas dismissed them all.