Kael'thas could see the conflict playing across Illidan's face and it troubled him despite the lustful position he was currently in. Devouring the Betrayer's length had his own cock impossibly hard, so much so that physical pain was starting to form at the base of his stomach, his aching excitement hard against his thigh, dripping with enough precum that it was managing to soak through the pants that he wore. A sheen of sweat had formed on his chest and brow but he ignored the discomfort in earnest to bring pleasure to the God-like being below him. It wasn't long before he felt the proverbial storm building and it had his entire body alive with electricity. He wanted it, more than he'd ever wanted anything else and if he were to be asked why he surely wouldn't have had a reason.
When Illidan's body tensed, and those delicious howls of pleasure rumbled through the Den, Kael'thas eagerly allowed the Betrayer to control him, to shove his head down as far as it could go and to destroy his throat from the inside out. When the heat came, it was a flood and he swallowed, each river that poured down his throat was consumed and his cheeks hollowed, almost as if he were determined to suck the Betrayer dry. When finally, his orgasm stifled only slightly, the Blood Elf pulled himself back, a hand quickly coming to wipe across his mouth, eyes burning holes where they gazed upon the Demon Hunter's heaving body.
"I don't want to remember."
It was too late for that, as Sunstrider remembered everything, the promises, the deceit, the betrayal, the way his people had perished, screaming and begging for their lives, all because of his greed for power, born from the single desire to save those he'd damned when he'd joined
allegiances with Kil'jaeden.
Whatever was to come from Illidan now that the Demon Hunter had taken what he wanted, the fate would be fitting and while every neuron in Kael'thas body told him to fight, tried to sing his redemption through his veins, he knew that there was no chance. No chance to forget everything. No one can forgive something like that, not even Stormrage himself.
"I remember. I remember what I did. Why I deserve whatever is coming for me. I remember it all, Betrayer, and I too deserve that title. I betrayed my people, for power. What you'll have of me, I honestly can say, I deserve what you are going to do to me."
Kael'thas repeated what Illidan had demanded of him originally, his body still singing for the other's, but the fear of his soon to be demise quickly overriding all else.
Growling, a feral, wolfish sound in the back on his throat, Illidan pushed forward, lifting up onto his haunches, coming to rest upon his hands and knees. Still shaking, he fought to get his footing, to get closer to his intended target.
"Stop talking" he barked the words like a command, pressing his body forward to get as close as he could possibly muster to the prince of Blood and elves.
He threw himself forward, pouncing like a rabid cat on a weakened and dying prey. Without a word or a second thought, he brushed his lips against the smaller males still open mouth, feeling his tongue pressed hard against Kael'thas' swollen lips. In wanting or possibly in surprise, he found the lips fell open and accepted him easily.
He swept his tongue inside of the elves open mouth, tasting his own hot cum still clinging to the inside of Kael'thas' mouth. As he pulled away, their lips disconnected with an audibly wet and delicious sound.
"You'll take what I'm about to give you like the good little whore you have become, and you will like it" without warning, his fingers found Sunstriders tense, throbbing cock and gave it a forceful squeeze through the fabric barrier between them.
"I intend to be very thorough with my punishment. I'm going to make sure you beg and plead and one thing is certain…" He paused, his fingers kneading and caressing the bulging muscle he held in his still shaking hand, "you will belong to me before it's over."
It was less than five minutes before Illidan had seemingly regained most of his composure, his body trembling still in the wake of his explosive orgasm but his mind seeming to reel itself back into place as if forced to remember what exactly was taking place. Kael'thas could see it and when the predator leapt forward, it was all he could do to keep from recoiling, the back of his skull pressed firmly against the stone wall, almost afraid that if he moved the Betrayer would snap his neck like a twig without thinking twice about it. Kael'thas silenced himself, his eyes steely as he readied his mind and body for whatever punishment Stormrage had thought to meet out.
There was no amount of preparation however, that could have prepared the blood elf for what happened next. Illidan feasted upon his mouth and in both a moment of shock and heady need, he opened his lips to the tongue that so fervently begged entrance. Chasing after the other's lips upon his departure, Kael'thas gazed upward, losing himself in the fiery orbs that seemed able to consume one's soul if they lingered long enough. He had been about to disobey and speak when quite suddenly and without warning, his aching cock was clutched within his lover's grip, a startled mewling moan crawling from the Blood Elf's throat before he could stop it, the sound causing a look of shame to mar his features.
Finally, Sunstrider was able to find his voice, and though it shook, warbling with obvious desire, he found his courage and spoke. "It is not a punishment if I enjoy i-it Stormrage. A-ah! Aha… but I will take it nonetheless and I will bathe in it's pleasure. Drink it up like the finest of wines."
He rolled his hips against the heavy palm that so diligently kneaded at his length, his hands lifting to slide over the planes of Illidan's face. He'd been unable to before now, and without the blindfold in the way he was free to trace the shape of his brow, feeling the eldritch flame flickering against his fingers. He did the same to the rest of his features, fingers idling across his lips until one pricked itself against a sharpened tooth, the blood dripping from the tip quickly smeared against Stormrage's lower lip.
"B-belong to you, whatever do you mean?" Kael'thas' voice was broken as he ground himself against Illidan's hand, aching for the man above him to remove the material that sound painfully caused the worst sort of friction against his aching cock. "Please Illidan."
The Demon Hunter's hand was gripped and lifted for the slightest of moments, Kael'thas' free hand moving to shove the material of his pants halfway down his thighs. They could be removed further later but for now, the relief of them no longer touching his drooling length was like being introduced to heaven itself.
"Will you claim my flesh then, Betrayer? Scar it's pallid beauty and mark it for all to see?" A mirthful smile had arranged itself across the Mage's near flawless features, and despite the sheen of sweat, he still remained almost ethereally beautiful."Whatever you meant, I will not fight it, I want this so badly it hurts, my very being burns at the thought. It is like lightning and fire live in my veins. Show me your rage, whatever you do, I want it to hurt."
The once small smile had mutated into a wolfish grin, his hips rutting once again against Illidan's hand, this time bare flesh met his fingers and the Blood Elf gasped, a throaty moan leaving his chest as his head fell back, his own pleasure rippling just beneath the surface, threatening to spill over before the real fun had even begun. The precum that had previously soaked his cock was now slick against Illidan's palm and though the hand had briefly stopped moving, it didn't keep the Blood Elf from rutting himself against the calloused flesh, gasping lewdly until his stomach tightened and a pre-orgasm crackled through his core.
"F-fuck! Fuck I'm going to fucking - A-ah!"
A keening moan ruptured from Kael'thas throat as another white-hot strike of lightening landed beneath his skin, this time his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave and stealing the breath from his lungs. In his lustful pleasure, Kael'thas gripped Illidan's hand, keeping the hand firmly against his throbbing length.
"T-there… god it's close, can you feel it?"
There was an air around the mage that throbbed and pulsed as if the atmosphere itself were alive, clinging to his skin and hungrily reaching out for Illidan's own before wrapping itself around the Demon Hunter like a shroud and sharing in the Blood Elf's orgasmic pleasure. Ropes of pearl white heat spilled from Kael'thas' cock then, pouring over Illidan's hand and coating the ground below them. In his eager need for lust, Kael'thas pulled his pleasure-painted hand toward him and eagerly swallowed the fingers affected, groaning at the heat and flavor of both of them combined. Despite his orgasm, the Mage remained just as hard as he had been moments before. This wasn't going to be his last orgasm and it certainly wouldn't be his best. The same could have been said for the Betrayer, who likely had no idea what he was getting himself into.
Illidan watched with unbelievable satisfaction as the elf beneath him bucked and arching towards his hand, groaning and releasing wonderfully thick rivers of seed into the hand gripping his rod.
If he were to be completely honest about his thoughts, he was pleasantly surprised at the size of the elves throbbing appendage.
After all, he was just an elf. Who would have thought that such a thin, waif of a man could be packing a punch like this?
Watching as Kael'thas panted heavily beneath him, Illidan felt his own sore, raw cock begin to harden once more.
How long would this go on?
Would they continue to attack each other like animals in heat until one or both of them collapsed from exhaustion on the floor?
Illidan couldn't wait to find out.
Bringing his muscular legs beneath him, he wrapped his arms around the blood elves thighs, hooking them over his forearms, hands outstretched to support the weight of the other pushed to standing, his hooves scraping against the floor as he positioned himself, resting Sunstrider's back and shoulders against the wall to support he had him where he wanted him, he straightened, standing at his full height, holding the elf cleanly off the ground, Illidan's throbbing manhood coming to rest against the smaller forms heaving abs.
"Look at that…" Illidan's voice was low, rumbling, menacing and yet calming at the same time.
"I think I may be too big for you…" He muttered, his fingers tracing the outline of his rigid dick against the body of his lover. He leaned down, cleanly bending the elf in half, pressing their chests together as his lips came to rest on the thin, slender flesh of the neck he sought, just below his earlobe.
"You can't take this. It's gonna rip you apart" He whispered, before he ran his tongue across the long, pointed ear against his mouth. He straightened, pulling away to grin at the expression that stood out on Kael'thas' pale face.
Post orgasm, Kael'thas was in a haze of both pleasure and confusion, he wasn't sure why this was happening, or why he was enjoying it so much, but what he did know was that he didn't want whatever it was to stop. He was drunk all over again, loopy with pleasure and it made him pliant as Illidan scooped him up as if he weighed naught and stood again on his own two feet (hooves?) Listening to the rasp of the Betrayer's hooves on stone was the only thing keeping Kael'thas from completely losing his composure, his cock still achingly hard and his heart thundering against the fragile cages of his chest.
When the cold stone of the wall behind him touched his back, the Blood Elf shivered roughly, muscles tensing as he both enjoyed and revolted at the sudden coolness against his skin. All thoughts of the matter however were lost when Illidan's massive length nestled itself between his thighs and lay against his stomach. Compared to his, Kael'thas' manhood was less than impressive but for a man of his size, he'd never had a single complaint and had in fact been turned down due to it's size. Grunting at being folded in half, Kael'thas was secretly thankful for his flexible core, teeth sinking into his lower lip when Illidan's own found purchase at the base of his ear. At the mention of being 'too big' and 'tearing him apart' the Blood Elf couldn't help the whimpering moan that slipped from his throat.
"It's not! It's not too big. Can you make it fit. Please?!" He was almost begging for the other not to reconsider, even if he did break, even if Illidan was the only one able to fill him ever again he wouldn't care. He wanted the other's cock buried deep enough in his body that he could taste his release. "Make it fit, Stormrage, carve a path all your own, leave that ownership inside of my body. You want me to belong to you, right?" With as high on pleasure as Kael'thas was, it was likely that the Blood Elf would have said anything to get the Betrayer to continue. "Tear me apart from the inside out, Betrayer. Hollow me out and leave me aching when I'm empty of you."
The lascivious words that curled from his lips dripped down his chin and into the Demon Hunter's ear, his hand lowering to trail fingers across the cock that could very easily break him in half.
"Well…aren't you just a nasty little whore?" The Chosen one quipped, his clawed fingers digging painfully into the flesh of the smaller mans buttocks, leaving the flesh red, welting and beading with blood. Sin to ruin the innocence.
"Tell me...Kael'thas. Will I be the first permitted to enter you in such a way?" He asked, his cock pulsing at the thought.
Bringing a leg up beneath them, he firmly planted a hoof against the wall, steadying himself. Switching his prey to rest against his quivering thigh, he brought a hand to his mouth, his tongue lashing out to wet his palm, and trail along his fingers until it reached the tips. Staring unwavering into the glowing viridescent eyes of his partner, he used his slick fingers to find the opening that he searched for, the pads of his fingers circling the tight, warm ring of muscle before slowly dipping inside, lubricating him to take the cock he begged for.
Groaning heatedly at the reaction to his plea, Kael'thas bit his lower lip and nodded, confirming what Illidan had so brazenly accused him of. Secretly? He was wanton, and though he had almost always lay with women, he'd had a few male courtesan that he'd ruined just as well. As for being the one to receive? There was indeed a first time for everything.
"It's true, Stormrage, you would be the first and likely the only. I have layed with men, but never like this."
Kael'thas' own cock twitched at the realization of what he was saying, essentially his body was the purest thing Illidan would ever destroy, and the Blood Elf was far too happy about it.
"Why? Does that make you want it more? To destroy the only innocent place left inside of me?" He practically purred the words until he felt the Demon Hunter's wandering digits, gasping quietly when one of his fingers slid into his body. Even just his digit felt thick inside of him, but he didn't feel full.
"What of after this evening? Will I find my death, or are you to hide me away, a tool for your rage?" Kael'thas was hoping for the latter as he wasn't ready to die, his question posed nonchalantly enough the his breath hitched and his body rolled, both grinding down on the larger male's thigh and against his impossibly skilled digit. Even at the light play against his tender flesh, Kael'thas' cock was dripping, ropes of precum stringing to slide over his firm stomach, his lungs breathless and eyes burning as they caught the Chosen One's steely gaze.
"I am made of greed. So much so that part of me prays that you will tire of preparation and shove your cock inside of me unprepared, but then, the rest of me hopes you keep going, until you can slide three...no four… maybe all five of those delicious fingers inside of me."
Kael'thas truly was a whore.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves" he murmured, his eyes never leaving the elves chiseled features.
Though he had noticed It before (and never admitted it to anyone else, let alone himself) Kael'thas was fucking beautiful. Something about the long, slender, slightly upturned nose, the wide, almost surreal shape of his eyes, lying just below a shock of bright, sun golden hair, and matched with a full, scarlet pair of heart shaped lips, he seemed someone to be a complete opposite of Illidan himself. Like an angel with broken wings. Hiding a halo that Illidan could tear from his troubled brow and use to mercilessly choke the life out of him.
"When I tell you that you are mine, " he whispered, knowing Kael'thas would hang on every word, "I mean that as an everlasting possession."
Pulling his fingers from within his lover, he quickly spit into his upturned palm, grabbing his length and coating it in a thick layer of saliva. Rolling his hips, he positioned himself carefully at the elves puckered entrance, pushing forward until just the tip of his cock penetrated.
"Still think you can take it?"
Jaw dropping at the way Illidan's body vibrated with every word that spilled from his mouth, Kael'thas fought but lost the control of another moan, softer this time as if meant for Illidan's ears only. He was almost sure the inhabitants of the temple had heard most, if not all of their exchange so far and so that last, small moan belonged only to Stormrage. Just like one might assume, Kael'thas devoured each word, his cheeks flushed pink and those perfect lips parted into a soft 'o' at the realization of what exactly the Lord before him had said.
"I would never complain about such a permanent thing, especially with the likes of you." The Blood Elf's voice was barely a breath above a whisper, inaudible to mortal ears as he slowly rocked himself against those delectable fingers. Almost as if reading his mind though, those digits were gone and replacing them was the blunt force of Illidan just barely pushing the head of his cock against his twitching hole. Not a single inch had entered him, but he could feel the burn of his entrance stretching, as if trying to impossibly surround the Demon Hunter's massive length. He wasn't honestly sure if he could take it, but he wasn't going to go down without trying.
"Yes. Yes I can. I know I can. Stretch me open, Lord Illidan, spread my body until it quakes and begs for your cock to rip it open to it's breaking point. Tear me apart at the seams."
Kael'thas voice only wavered slightly and it made his resolve that much more believable. His hand reaching down to glide over the Demon Hunter's dripping, slick length. "I would be so brazen as to ask what your tongue would feel like inside of me as well, my lord. Those fingers and that tongue, stretching me open, preparing me to be split in half by your perfect cock. I want it all."
Kael'thas was greedy, he always had been and whether or not he was waning for power or pleasure, that fact didn't change. He wanted to come again and again, and he wanted Illidan to fill every hole, every crevice of his body until he smelled more like the Betrayer than he did himself. The idea of being forever possessed had him truly a wanton slut for both pleasure and punishment.
"Patience is a virtue" Illidan reminded, hooves clattering on the floor as he replaced both of them on the ground, steadying himself in an effort to gain as much traction as possible. The change in his positioning brought his hips forward, pressing him deeper into his lovers hot entrance than ever before. He hissed painfully through clenched teeth, his razor like fangs bared as he snarled.
The heat surrounding him was sweltering, and Illidan nearly felt the urge to jerk away from it as if burned, like a toddler from an oven. He held fast, his his hands trailing along the smooth, slick flesh of Kael'thas' upper thighs, coming to rest upon his shapely hips, almost feminine in their curves and lines.
When he was confident that his grip was firm, he pushed forward again, teasingly slow, feeling his prey spreading open before him, swallowing him much as the elf had with his mouth mere moments before. Despite his lust, Illidan forced himself to move slowly, carefully, resisting the urge to power forward and bury himself into Kael'thas' hot ass until he screamed his name and bucked in his grasp.
He resisted, but barely.
He felt inch after agonizing inch penetrate his lover, moving slowly, stretching and filling (overfilling?). As he moved, he watched his partner's face, studying the expression for emotions that would speak to him.
Regardless of Sunstriders bold words, Illidan would stop at the slightest sign of pain - real pain. Something about this night, this cold, rainy night, had changed. Gone were his desires to torture, rending flesh and drawing blood. Replaced with desires for something calmer, sweeter, and softer. Less torture, more fucking. Illidan huffed at the thought. Something like this happening between two deplorable, monstrous creatures such as the two of them could hardly be referred to as anything else, though he would be lying if he had tried to tell himself that the term 'making love' hadn't momentarily occupied his mind.
Shaking himself mentally, he drove the thoughts away. Now was not the time for technicalities. Time for that was for afterwards, when they were both picking their pieces up off the sweat slicked floor.
Though, if Illidan were to be truthful with himself, he preferred not to think of what would happen later. Because at this moment, the thought of changing his mind and snapping the elves spine in half like a twig on a forest floor caused an aching in his chest that he just couldn't put his finger on. Post orgasmic regrets had been hard on Illidan, and this is one time he hoped to be able to fight such thoughts.
Truth be told he had changed his mind upon first seeing the little slut dressed up like a trophy against the hyacinth satin sheets as he first entered the room. That moment was realization that he felt more for the elf than he dare the thoughts from his troubled mind, he raised his face to catch Sunstriders eyes with his own.
"Do you...a-are you okay?" He muttered, stopping in his tracks to allow his lover to adjust to the feeling of Illidan's cock inside of him.
When Illidan seemed to all but ignore his plea for something more than just his cock, Kael'thas' body quivered at what he knew was about to happen. His stomach tightened as the Betrayer loomed above him, pressing himself as if trying to force the pieces to fit together before they were ready. Illidan and promised him pain, he truly had and while this isn't what Kael'thas had even begun to imagine, the pain was certainly there and it was near unbearable. He was so much smaller than Stormrage, the fact that just moments before his legs had easily straddled one of his thighs was proof to that.
Heat had already started to burn between his thighs, his own length achingly hard and each muscle in his abdomen twitching as he watched the Betrayer almost impossibly invade his body. Releasing a hiss of pain when his head all but forced itself inside of him, Kael'thas dropped his head back with a pant and an almost crazed laugh. Was he okay? He'd heard those words correctly, yes? Perhaps the Betrayer was scared of breaking his new toy. Perhaps.
"I d-don't think my emotions.. Come into p-pl-OW… watch it.. Play.. here. But I am alive. For now." His voice was barely above a pained whisper, tears beginning to prick at his lower lash line. He could feel his body stretching, almost as if eager to engulf his lover in a heat that was more maddening than any power they'd fought for before.
"Don't stop, Stormrage…" Words spilled from his mouth in a strangled sputter, the nails of his fingers having lowered to dig into the flesh of his own stomach, watching the way it had already hollowed in, as if trying to feel the exact moment of impact. He would have said Illidan was almost in, almost there but that would have been a lie. Less than halfway, the Elf would have assumed but he was greedy and he would take it all, there was no doubt about that.
"I-I'm fine, just.. Just.." Forming a sentence was something that was beyond the Blood Elf now, his babbling voice mostly for his own self assurance as the Demon Hunter moved forward steadily, as if truly intending to spear him into the wall.