They walked silently to the inn, and when they arrived, she took of her cloak and sighed.

"You have some great friends there," she smiled.

"What was that you said to Amuuru?"

"Who?"

"Amuuru was the old shaman." He informed her. He still hadn't told her how they were related.

"Oh," she smiled warmly, "it's an old Darnassian saying. It means 'may all your troubles be diminished'. It's sort of a farewell."

"Oh," Kay replied.

"I could teach you some Darnassian," a grin appeared on her face. "Like the way you taught me at dinner." The paladin started to laugh again.

"Yeah, that was great," it felt good to laugh again.

"Well, if you wanted to stay there longer, you don't have to stay with me." She informed him. His smile dissipated.

"Priestess, you can't run around unescorted." He warned.

"No, I mean you can go back." She gave him a half-smile, "I know how frustrating it can be with me." There was silence, before she said, "besides, I think you have another female pressing for your attention." The paladin's ears tingled.

"Who?"

"The female I had to hide from. I didn't know what you two were saying, but she seemed pretty desperate for you." The blood elf sneered.

"Illissa," he shrugged, "you don't have to worry about her." Then raised an eyebrow at her. "Why? Are you jealous?" He gave her a wolfish grin.

"No!" She shouted, almost too quickly.

"Hm," he walked to where she was standing, and got inches within her face. "It's okay to be jealous." He taunted.

"I-I'm not jealous," she stammered, his body so close to hers, it made her nervous. The paladin watched her debating, and he could feel his blood heat up. Such a wonderful hourglass figure, suddenly an image flashed through his mind of holding her hips to his as he thrust deep within her.

"Tell me something," he said, "do you feel the chemistry between us?" The priestess felt something deep in her gut rise, and she wrung her hands.

"H-how can you ask such a thing?" She whispered, and he took one of his large hands and put it on her face. He moved her head, gently to the side, and put his lips on her neck. Orlaith gasped in pleasure, as the area surged with heat as his lips gently kissed her neck. Kay took his other hand and moved it down her curvy waist, and grabbed a handful of her round bottom. To her surprise, her body reacted, and she felt wet heat rising in between her legs. Kay took both sides of her cheeks in his hands, and he kissed her, gently at first. She couldn't breathe. Suddenly, the only thing she could think about was how much she wanted him, with every inch of her burning soul. The touch of his lips weren't rough and demanding, as they were before, but now the kiss had changed to sweet desire. His lips were intoxicating, and she tilted her head to him, allowing him to deepen his kiss.

He cursed inside, for this priestess would be the death of him. Raging desire swept through him as his loins stiffened, wishing for a taste of the sweet innocence of the night elf. His hands moved to explore more of her body, caressing her, but it still wasn't enough. Kay wanted more. He pressed her to the bed, and gently crawled over her.

"By the light, Orlaith," he growled, deep in pleasure and frustration. His arousal now pressed into her soft midsection. The priestess felt the warnings all over her body, that she should turn back now, but the pleasure Kay brought her was too exquisite to pass up. He pulled her dress from her shoulders, to expose her round breasts. The paladin rolled his finger over a taut nipple, and she shuddered in pleasure. The torture was surprisingly extraordinary, and the pleasure it brought her was even greater. The priestess felt his desire pressing against her, and shuddered harder at the thought of what he was going to do with it. She found herself moving her hips to meet him, and she heard the paladin let out a loud groan.

"By the light, Orlaith, I can't wait," he said, gruffly, as he moved his head to look into her eyes. His eyes were narrowed, deep with desire, while her eyes were wide with excitement. Some of his dark golden hair fell over his eyes, making him appear even more mysterious than he was. Kayalos was a complete mystery, which brought even more pleasure at the thought that he was taking an interest in her.

"Then don't," she begged. It was her maidenhood, but she couldn't think of any other person she'd want to share it with. He was the one who brought out these intense feelings deep in her gut. The paladin removed his shirt, exposing that wonderful, rock hard body. She reached out and ran her fingers along his taut abs, while he reached to expose all of her body to him. The robes opened, and she was completely exposed. The paladin cursed, for she was even more beautiful without her clothes, much more than he had ever imagined. The priestess gently put her hands to his leather breeches, and removed them. His arousal sprang out, ready for her. Orlaith shuddered, and he parted her slick folds, and slid inside. Orlaith couldn't stop a moan from escaping deep within her throat. A wicked grin appeared on the paladin's face, as he thrust deeper. He paused, lingering while his head spun. She was intoxicating, and the feel of her was so much more than he imagined. Orlaith felt a little uncomfortable, for her maidenhood was still in tact.

"Please," he heard Orlaith groan, and he responded by moving out of her, only to return again, deeper than before. She felt a little aching, but then it had quickly turned into sheer pleasure. She moaned in response, begging for him to continue. His wicked grin returned, as watched her enjoy the pleasure he was giving her. He moved faster, as she raised her hips to meet him, and he held out as long as he could, before he saw her burst into pleasure before him, and with that he spilled inside of her. He rolled beside her, both of them gasping for breath. The priestess looked over at him, with warmth and kindness, and he smiled and kissed her on the forehead. She couldn't stop a smile of happiness creep on her face and she sighed.

"You are amazing," she whispered, resting her head on his chest. He let his arm fall over her shoulders.

"I'm nothing compared to what you expressed back there," he grinned, and she blushed. She hadn't expected it to go that far, but she was glad it did. He leaned over and blew the candles on the bedside out, and pulled the blankets up over them. He pulled the priestess back into an embrace, and listened to her soft breathing as she fell asleep. Suddenly, he didn't feel so alone in the world.