Atrocities

Part 2: Undercity, Section 1

Summary: An unusually harebrained plot of Garrosh Hellscream's involves Sylvanas in a way she had never expected possible. After all, what could the Horde gain by abducting Jaina Proudmoore?

Disclaimer: Characters, settings, etc. are the property of Blizzard Entertainment.

Pairings: Sylvanas/Jaina

Author's Notes: I almost never update this quickly. I actually have most of this story written and am still trying to figure out how to divide it up.

Trembling a little, Jaina slipped her hand into Sylvanas' and the undead woman led her through the Royal Quarter to Sylvanas' private chambers.

Sylvanas' boudoir looked exactly as Jaina might have expected: somewhat luxurious but also pragmatic, dark, and beautiful in a slightly unsettling way. Jaina was not familiar with the sleeping patterns of undead (if they did indeed sleep), but she was somewhat surprised that Sylvanas actually had a bed. It was a king-sized bed, complete with pillows and a quilt. "Do you sleep?" Jaina asked softly.

"Rarely," Sylvanas replied. "Many of my people enjoy sleeping because it gives their life a familiar rhythm and it is a comforting reminder of life. Some eschew sleeping completely because they believe it is a weakness of the living."

"What about you?" Jaina pressed.

"I enjoy rest occasionally, but rarely."

"So…are…are there…?"

"There are sheets and a blanket. I'm sure you will be quite comfortable." Jaina leaned against Sylvanas' shoulder, nestling her head under the elf's chin. "You're shaking. Are you afraid?"

"N-no…just nervous."

"I will not hurt you." Sylvanas brushed her fingertips against Jaina's neck.

"I know. I wouldn't be here if I didn't believe that. It's just…I've never done this with a woman before."

"Ah, is that what it is?" Sylvanas slipped an arm around Jaina's waist and gave her a squeeze that might have been called "affectionate". "You needn't be concerned."

Sylvanas led Jaina to her bed and helped her to lie down. "You are still certain you want this?"

"Yes." Jaina closed her eyes.

Sylvanas reached over to undo the tie on Jaina's robe, but the mage pulled away. "Jaina, I've already seen you naked. Is something wrong?"

"When we were on the wind rider, I couldn't…I couldn't help but notice…"

"I know you were touching me."

Jaina blushed deeply. "I haven't been thinking much of my appearance lately. You're so strong…I'm ashamed."

"Ashamed?" Sylvanas sounded genuinely surprised. "Ashamed of what? And don't try to lie about what's hidden under your robe. I've seen it. It's quite worth seeing."

I'm ashamed of the softness in my belly, and in my thighs and backside, Jaina thought. But she said nothing.

"I'm an archer. For a warrior to be anything but as strong as possible—both physically and emotionally—is to risk death. You're a mage. No one expects you to have a warrior's body."

"I used to take better care of myself. But I haven't exactly been seeking out lovers." Jaina sighed.

"Let me look at you," Sylvanas urged softly. "Will you undress for me if I kiss you and tell you that you are beautiful?"

Jaina felt her blush darken. "I'd prefer that you do that before you undress me."

"I can do that."

Jaina pushed Sylvanas' hood down to sift her hands through the other woman's fine hair as Sylvanas leaned over to cover Jaina's mouth with kisses, the pressure of Sylvanas' lips varying from fierce and insistent to agonizingly soft. Jaina had been concerned about the taste of kissing an undead person, but Sylvanas' kisses were nothing but pleasant. "Mmm, you're a good kisser," Jaina murmured between kisses.

"Being Horde doesn't mean I don't know how to treat my lovers."

"I can tell," Jaina whispered. As Jaina spoke, Sylvanas moved her mouth to Jaina's jaw, leaving a stream of kisses down to her throat. The mage gasped. "Ohh, I like having my neck kissed!"

"You certainly do." Sylvanas let her pointed teeth brush Jaina's skin, earning a little shudder of excitement in response.

"Did you do this earlier?"

"I did. But you were gone."

"I…what?"

"It was like you had left your body. I had to call you back to me to tell you to cover your ears."

"That was brilliant." Jaina giggled as Sylvanas pushed aside the cloth of her robe to kiss her collarbones.

"I've seen that look before. I couldn't harm you after seeing you like that."

"Thank you," Jaina murmured. "What you said about never doing the same awful things as the Lich King…I…well, I appreciate that. Thank you for saying that."

Sylvanas sniffed. "I've heard it said that I'm becoming another Lich King. But there are levels to which I will never sink." She paused to drop a kiss in the hollow between Jaina's clavicles. "I should have known you would be willing to sleep with an undead woman after Arthas."

Jaina frowned. "You shouldn't say that."

Sylvanas snorted. "Don't tell me you're defending that monster."

Despite the fact that Sylvanas was still kissing her chest, Jaina sat up slightly. "He wasn't always a monster."

The glow in Sylvanas' eyes dulled angrily. "I know you were his lover. But you can't deny what he became."

"He was led astray by a path of darkness. I know." Jaina's voice began to quaver. "But he was not completely lost."

Sylvanas sat up, openly glaring at Jaina now. "Have you taken absence of your senses? Not completely lost? Have you any idea the atrocities—yes, I stand by that word—he committed, even before he became Lich King? When he perished as Lich King, there was nothing left of the Arthas Menethil you once allowed into your bed."

"That's not true!" Jaina burst out. "When the Lich King fell, one of the adventurers who was involved in his demise brought me a locket. It was once mine. It once held my picture. He wore it close to his heart!"

"You're being a romantic fool," Sylvanas said icily.

"Everyone says that," Jaina said bitterly, sitting upright. "But he was wearing it when he died. He still loved me. There was still a part of the good man he once was trapped inside the Lich King! He might have been saved!"

Sylvanas let out a wordless cry of rage and cracked Jaina across the face. "You are truly mad if you think there was anything remaining of the man you loved in the Lich King. He was a vicious, evil, disgusting worm long before he died."

"I don't believe that," Jaina whimpered, pressing a hand to her cheek.

"You had best believe it," Sylvanas snarled, gripping Jaina's shoulders and forcing them down against the mattress. "You need a healthy dose of reality."

"Sylvanas, please, don't be like this," Jaina begged. "Can we just kiss? Please?"

Sylvanas' lip curled in anger. "If you insist." She crushed her mouth against Jaina's, biting the mage's lower lip so hard she drew blood. Jaina whined and tried to pull away. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it?" Sylvanas snarled.

"You said you wouldn't hurt me!" Jaina cried out.

Sylvanas ignored Jaina's outburst and sank her teeth into the ball of her once-willing captive's shoulder. Jaina yelped. "Sylvanas, stop! Please!"

"Oh, fine," Sylvanas grumbled. She kept Jaina's shoulders pinned to the mattress, but returned to her softer kisses on the mage's lips. Placated, Jaina reached up to run her palms over Sylvanas' back, not protesting when Sylvanas undid the tie on her robe and began caressing her waist and hips. "Now…do you apologize?"

Jaina turned her head away from Sylvanas' kisses again, only to feel the Forsaken leader's lips on her neck. She tried to speak, but instead a soft moan escaped her throat as Sylvanas' knuckles brushed softly against her breasts. When she felt the strong, bow-callused hands begin to massage her sensitive flesh, she nearly cried out that she would say anything Sylvanas wanted her to if only she would keep touching her. "Oh, Sylvanas…"

"I'm glad you're enjoying this, but crying out my name is not an apology." Sylvanas' voice was soft, almost gentle.

"Feels nice…" The pad of one of Sylvanas' thumbs circled Jaina's left nipple before brushing lightly across it. "Ooh!"

"Go on, Jaina. Tell me you're sorry for your lies."

Despite the fact that her mind was swimming with pleasure, Jaina would not be accused of lying when she was only saying what she believed. "I…I didn't lie."

Sylvanas' nails dug into her breast; Jaina whimpered. "Yes, you did, sweetling."

"I truly believe there was something of Arthas left when the Lich King died. It's not a lie, it's…it's an opinion."

"At least you've stopped saying it's a fact." Sylvanas' voice was like ice.

"Why does it matter?" Jaina whispered. "Please, let's let it go. Please, please just take me."

Sylvanas' eyes flashed with anger. "I can't do that, Jaina."

For the next few moments, Jaina could not speak, let alone think, for the confusing mixed sensations she was experiencing. Sylvanas' sharp canines dug ruthlessly into the delicate skin of her neck, while her hands continued to tenderly work Jaina's breasts. Worse—or perhaps better; Jaina couldn't tell—Sylvanas altered her vicious bites with soft kisses. "Sylvanas…" Jaina whimpered.

"Apologize," Sylvanas snarled. "Admit you were wrong." Jaina could only whine softly, especially when Sylvanas' lips moved from her neck to the tip of one breast, so both of her nipples were being expertly stimulated, one with Sylvanas' rough fingertips, the other with the tip of her soft tongue. For a moment there was no pain, and Jaina arched her spine, trying to urge Sylvanas to continue her ministrations. Sylvanas laughed smugly against Jaina's flesh as she felt one nipple grow firm and erect inside her mouth. "You like it when I'm gentle with you, don't you?"

"Mmmmm…" Sylvanas was draped over Jaina in a way that placed no weight on her hips; Jaina squirmed, struggling to get her legs around Sylvanas' waist. Sylvanas obligingly moved closer, allowing Jaina to link her ankles behind Sylvanas' back.

"Will you apologize now?" Sylvanas crooned.

"Make love to me," Jaina panted. "Sylvanas, please, it feels like I'm on fire…"

"I will…if you apologize." Sylvanas suckled sharply at the nipple inside her mouth; Jaina's hips bucked against Sylvanas' body.

"Ooohh!" Jaina gripped Sylvanas' hips with all her strength, trying to force the elf's body to grind against her helplessly squirming frame.

"Say you were wrong." A growl crept into Sylvanas' voice. "Tell me Arthas was a cruel son of a bitch."

Jaina shook her head, lips tightly pressed together.

Sylvanas scowled. "Fine." She swiftly yanked off her own gown and bent over Jaina, kissing and biting the human woman's mouth, pressing her thigh flush against the join of Jaina's thighs. Jaina gasped and moaned in mingled pleasure and agony, feeling almost nauseous as the metallic taste of her own blood filled her mouth. Sylvanas left a trail of alternating soft kisses and sharp nips down Jaina's neck as the mage turned her head to spit her blood out onto the pillow. Her whimpers of pain were cut off by a cry of unbridled pleasure as Sylvanas began to rock against her, the top of the undead woman's cloth stocking rubbing against the little pearl of exquisitely sensitive flesh concealed beneath delicate folds of Jaina's pink skin.

"Ohhh, gods, yes! Sylvanas!" Jaina almost screamed.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" Sylvanas cooed.

"More…p-please…" Sylvanas latched her mouth onto one of Jaina's breasts again. "Mmm! Yes…oh, yes…just like that…"

"Tell me I'm better than Arthas."

"What?" Jaina panted.

"You're not off the hook yet." Without warning, Sylvanas closed her teeth over Jaina's areola and bit hard. Jaina shrieked. "I promise I can make you scream twice as loud as Arthas ever did. I said…tell me…I'm a better lover…than your precious Arthas."

Jaina could only cry out, making noises that fell somewhere between moan and sob. Sylvanas punished her refusal to answer by clamping her teeth down on Jaina's right ear, the pointed canines puncturing the pinna. Jaina howled in agony.

"Say it!"

"You're better than Arthas," Jaina wept.

"That's my girl." Sylvanas kissed Jaina's mouth again, kindly this time. "Now tell me you're mine."

Again, Jaina couldn't force her mouth to form words, and again she was chastised with bites on her neck and shoulder. Sylvanas' thigh never stopped working between her legs, sending delicious jolts of pleasure through Jaina's body, but the horrible pain in her ear, breast, and neck throbbed even more insistently, killing the promising sensations. As long as Sylvanas kept hurting her, she wasn't going to reach her climax. Jaina began to sob openly. There wasn't any point in fighting. "I'm yours."

Slowly, Sylvanas eased her rocking motions, covering Jaina's face with tiny kisses. "That's right. That's my good girl. You're a good girl, Jaina."

Jaina's cries had, to her embarrassment, turned to hiccups. "What are you talking about?" she gasped. The place between her legs was still warm with desire, but all she could think of was the fact that the pain in her ear was unbearable.

"I said I take care of my possessions. You said you're mine now. That means I have to take care of you."

"I hate you," Jaina whimpered. "I hate you! You're a monster! I hate you!"

Sylvanas got up, shaking her head and re-tying her robe. "We'll see." She quickly scooped a vial of sleeping sand. She sprinkled the grains over Jaina's weeping eyes, and the lovely mage was asleep before she had any time to protest.

A/N: Sylvanas is a lot…erm…less mean in the next section. But fr srs, Jaina? Mentioning Arthas? That was dumb.