I hope this chapter will satisfy, but I was a little bored with it. There is much more in store for Kayalos and Orlaith, trust me. This chapter will help link the ending, which I enjoy very muchly. I should be coming out with it very soon!
Orlaith sat on the table in the kitchen, where Amuuru accelerated the healing process on her ribs. The priestess dangled her feet and hummed a light tune, and the shaman looked up at her.
"No fidgeting." She said kindly, but firmly in Common.
"I'm sorry," the priestess replied in Orcish. "I'm worried about the boys."
"They'll be okay," Amuuru smiled, and went back to poking. A day before, Kay and Akken had been called to battle in Alterac Valley. Almost a week had past since she cracked Kay's defenses, and brought him to a more rational frame of mind. He allowed the scrolls to remain in Amuuru's care, and she continued to learn Common. The priestess stayed at the house often, bent over the scrolls learning Orcish. They both swapped words they were confused on, and just recently they could carry on small conversations. The priestess let out a heavy sigh.
"My sons are very skilled," Amuuru started to console her, as she straitened up. "Good news is, you're healing very nicely."
"Well, you've been a great help," she smiled, and started to get off the table. There was a period of silence, when Amuuru reached out and held the priestess's small hand.
"Orlaith, I've never been able to get Kay to come to terms with what happened years ago." Her eyes glimmered, "I can't thank you enough." Orlaith beamed.
"Thank you, but it wasn't all my work. He must have wanted to change." She shrugged.
"I've never seen him so," the shaman searched her thoughts for a good adjective, "accepting." The priestess returned with a giggle.
"Well, I doubt that. He's so attractive, I bet he had many girls chasing for his affection."
"Oh yes," Amuuru nodded, "but none caught his attention the way you have. I hope you reconsider taking him to Darnassas." Suddenly, the priestess felt her blood turn to ice.
"O-oh," she stammered.
"I think you're rather fond of him, too. If you don't mind me being so forward. But, I think that there is something special between you two." Amuuru turned from the priestess, and went to the hearth were she stirred the cauldron of Akken's potion.
"I-I didn't know that Kay told you." She felt herself turning red.
"Please, don't think I am passing judgment. I merely serve as a compass, for that's what shamans do." The priestess hung her head, and cluched her robe in her fingers. Time was getting precious, she had been gone for seven months. Knowing her father, he would start a search party. She couldn't stay in Thunder Bluff forever, it was dangerous for everyone.
"Orlaith?" The shaman spoke. "Could you bring me some vials from Akken's cabinet? He said it needed twelve hours of simmering before we could bottle the mixture."
"Of course," the priestess answered, and brought her the vials. Inside, a storm brewed as to what her options were. She could leave and go back empty-handed, but then there was the possibility she would never see Kay again. That wasn't an option. Maybe she could take him halfway to Darnassas, and then it would give her time to work up the courage to tell him she loved him. If he didn't return the feelings, she would already be home, and she could go back home. But then again, she would never see him again. Maybe she could take him to Darnassas and beg for him to be pardoned, and explain what happened to his family. Oh jeez, she put her hand to her head, as she felt a twinge of pain.
"Dear? Are you okay?" The old tauren asked.
"Oh, it's just a headache," the priestess answered, and tried to shrug it off.
"Here, let me get you something for that." The shaman rose from the cauldron to fetch her one of Akken's soothing potions. She handed the priestess a small, bluish vial. "That will take your pain away."
"Thank you," the priestess responded, and downed the medicine.
"You should lie down in the garden. You've been so far away from nature for a long time," Amuuru pointed out.
"You're right," the priestess started to get up, but then she felt her legs wobble beneath her. The priestess felt dizzy, and she gasped for breath. Amuuru hurried to her side, and knelt beside her.
"Orlaith, what's wrong?"
"Just a l-little woozy," the priestess said softly.
"Let's get you to my bed," she helped her up, and carefully guided the night elf to her bedroom. The priestess collapsed in the bed, and breathed heavily. "It'll be okay, dear," she heard the shaman say, before Amuuru faded into black.
"What happened?" Orlaith heard Kay's voice echoing in her head.
"She just collapsed," she heard the sound of Amuuru. Everything sounded funny, like it was being spoken down a long hallway in the city of Darnassas. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming or if it was really happening.
"Did you ask her something to disturb her?"
"Well," the shaman said sheepishly. "I asked her about what she was planning to do with you." The paladin groaned.
"Mom, don't push her. She is probably sick with worry." The paladin sat down in a chair and covered his face with his hand. Akken grunted from across the table.
"Kay, you can't just give yourself up to the Alliance." Akken protested. "Mom's just looking out for you."
"And her," Amuuru chimed in.
"Look, I know you want to help. But I owe her my life." The paladin put his hand up before the two could protest. "Whatever her decision is, I am going to go through with it. I have never been this enlightened as I am now. It's all thanks to her." Amuuru suddenly began to cry.
"Son," she threw her arms around the paladin. "I only want you to be happy." The blood elf hugged his mother in return.
"I want her to be happy," he confessed. "I owe her that much." The tauren let her son go, and dabbed at her eyes.
"Brother," Akken growled. "Are you sure?" The blood elf nodded.
"I've never been more sure of anything else in my life," he said, voice unwavering. Suddenly, the tauren looked beyond the paladin, and Akken stared too. He turned around to see the priestess, rubbing her eyes, and she yawned.
"K-kay. You're safe," she sighed. The paladin stood up, and went to her. She leaned into him and breathed in his scent. It was of sweat and leather, and it was heavenly. "I was worried."
"You don't have to be," he smiled at her. She smiled weakly, but her legs again gave out from under her. Her eyes fluttered and the paladin scooped her up into his arms. "By the Earth Mother, Mom. What did you give her?"
"I gave her some of the strong stuff while she was sleeping." Amuuru admitted.
"Well, I guess she needed it," the paladin said, looking down at the priestess, her eyelashes fanned over her high cheekbones. She was beautiful, and he was going to repay her for her kindness. The paladin said farewell to his family, hugging them tightly, for he felt he would never see them again with his plan. He covered the priestess with her cloak, and carried her back to the inn. He felt it was time that they started their journey to Darnassas. It would be at least a three day journey on foot, plenty of time for him to offer his proposal to her.
The paladin gently laid her down on the bed, and stroked her cheek with his priestess breathed in deeply, and opened her glowing eyes to see the blood elf leaning over her. She smiled at him affectionately, which only brought a smile on his face.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"A little dizzy, but a lot better than before." She rolled to her side and put her head on his strong, masculine shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her, and nibbled her neck. She shuddered in pleasure. His touch gave her such a reaction. He worked his way from her neck to her full lips. His kiss deepened, as he ran his tongue over her lower lip, she gasped. She nibbled his lip in return and felt him stiffen against her. Kay felt fire growing in his chest, and need aching in his now throbbing manhood. He took a handful of her glorious butt, and throatily whispered in her ear, "I need you now."
She responded by nibbling his ear and started to remove his tunic. When he was free of his barrier, she removed hers, slowly. The blood elf groaned, as he reached for her. But she pushed his hands away, and whispered to him, "Not yet." She gave him a seductive smile, and part of her hair fell over her eye.
"You're killing me," he groaned, as he clenched his fists watching the robe fall from her shoulders to her ankles. The paladin lurched forward, taking her into his embrace, and kissing her deeply. She breathed in as she felt his manhood pressing into her. She felt an ache between her legs, it was a call only the blood elf could ever answer. Kay gently pushed her to her back, and she relieved him of his trousers. There they were, once again, removed of their barriers. Nothing to hide, and only desiring each other. She lifted herself for him, so he could slide in all the way to his hilt. He moaned a little, and she saw a devilish smile creep onto his face.
"I think you enjoy this just as much as I do," he grinned.
"Please," she begged, her voice rough from panting. "Don't stop." He moved out, only to thrust deep inside her. She moaned in pleasure, only for him to do it again, faster. Each time he moved inside her, she felt closer to the bliss that he had given her once before. Kay felt himself being so close to finishing, but he refused to let himself do so until he had given Orlaith her pleasure. He watched as her eyes closed and she let out a cry of pleasure, and he felt her convulsions of wet heat around him, and he finally let himself go. He spilled inside her, and collapsed beside her. She sighed and wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his neck.
She felt like telling him exactly how he made her feel, but instead of forming words, she whimpered. Kay turned towards her and kissed her forehead to comfort her. She looked up to see his glowing emerald eyes staring down at her, soft with compassion and, did she dare say it? Happiness. Her hand crept up to his jawline, and she lightly let her fingers run over his skin. He was surely a prize of masculinity, his rough jawline and strong lips. He was also quite breathtaking. She sighed again, and closed her eyes, retracting her hand back to herself. Every time she admitted the paladin's attractiveness, she felt her confidence sink. To add to his beauty, he was very powerful, very kind and caring underneath his rugged exterior, and God-like in bed. Everything he had to offer was much more than she felt she deserved.
"Orlaith?" The paladin said gruffly. She looked up at him to see his expression had changed to a more business look.
"Yes?" She squeaked.
"We are leaving to Darnassas tomorrow. Amuuru said you've healed completely, so I think it's time for us to take our leave."
"But," she protested, "I-" she stopped herself. She almost said she didn't want to leave. How preposterous! She was in no position to beg to stay. She was already risking their lives, and Kay was right. It was time to go. But did this mean that Kay was going along with her plan to bring him to justice? There would be no justice in bringing him to Darnassas.
"So, you'll come with me?" Kay asked again.
"Yes," she said nervously. "We can't stay here, right?" The paladin took in her words and responded with a grin that crept on one side of his mouth.
"Why would you want to stay here?"
"Oh," the priestess rose from the bed and went to where her clothes were. She and Amuuru had washed her robes the day before, and with the boys gone, she even got to have a bath. She breathed in the smell of lavender, and pulled them on over her shoulders.
"Well," Kay smiled from the bed, "I think you enjoyed yourself here." The priestess blushed a little, and crossed her arms.
"I shouldn't admit it, even if it was true." Her face solemn and distressed. The paladin rose from the bed to pull his leather breeches on. When he finished tying them up, he walked to her and pressed himself against her back. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Sweetheart, you can tell it to me," he said gently. She felt tears prickle at her eyes, and she gritted her teeth to keep her mind off of what was at hand. She leaned her head against his and rested her hand on his arms. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, wishing that she didn't have to part from him. Maybe if she went along with his plan, she could stay with him long enough for her to come up with a plan of her own. Something that could keep her from being devastated by parting from him, and bring Kay happiness. She took in a deep breath and finally said,
"We will leave in the morning." Her words chilly and harsh. The paladin released her, and grabbed his shirt. He got a bag, and started for the door. Orlaith stared at him, about to ask what he was doing, but the door slammed behind him faster than she could speak. She crawled into bed and blew out the candles. It was better this way.
Kay sat at the kitchen table in Amuuru's home with his brother. The paladin had broken out the caraway burnwine, and he was sitting with his head cradled in his hands.
"By the light, Akken," he snarled, "it's impossible to break down her defenses."
"Females bring nothing but trouble," the warrior mumbled, "but she seemed to have a good effect on you."
"What was that?" The paladin asked.
"I'm just saying she probably went through the same thing to get you to open up."
"She wants to stay. I know it."
"She hasn't said it."
"Doesn't mean she doesn't think about it." Kay defended, and he took another swig of his alcohol and leaned back in his seat. He ran his hand through his golden hair, and sighed.
"Kay, this past week you've changed. Mom noticed, too. We think it's a good change, but I'm worried it will fade if you lose Orlaith."
"I need to think of something to get her to give me a strait answer."
"Kay, there are bigger problems at hand. What if she says yes? What are your plans?" The warrior massaged his temples. "You both would have to live in exile."
"If that's what makes her happy, I would gladly do it." He informed his brother, quickly.
"You keep saying that," Akken pointed at his brother and wagged a finger at him. "But what about your happiness? Could you live with never fighting for the Horde again?" The paladin was silent. He felt a certain devotion to the Horde for taking him in when he was a boy. They understood his pain and hatred of the Alliance, and it made a good home. However, Akken was right, that he would never be able to return to the Horde if he was to live with Orlaith. But he would have her, alone and all to himself. Forever.
"Amuuru brought up these questions a while ago," Kay admitted. "I've had time to think about them, and I want to know her thoughts first before I decide anything."
"If she wants to return home?" Akken scratched his chin.
"Then I either go to the Alliance, or return to the battlefield," Kay answered nonchalantly. The tauren shook his head.
"You're not really going to give yourself up to the Alliance if she asks, are you?"
"We'll see, but like I said, Orlaith's happiness comes first."
"Brother," Akken finally joined in on his brother's heavy drinking, "I don't even have words for this anymore. It's crazy. I want both of you to put away your pride away and just talk real to each other."
"Me too," Kay mumbled under his breath. He wished for the priestess to open up to him the way he had with her. Instead, he raised his glass, and clinked it against the tauren's. The next morning he would leave, possibly forever.
Kay awoke with the feeling of his head splitting in two. He groaned, rubbing his eyes, and rolled over in his bed. He heard the sounds of light breathing, and he opened an eye. He saw the priestess turned towards him, sleeping soundly on her side. Her head rested gently on the pillow and lips parted slightly, as she breathed in and out in a deep sleep. Kay reached over and pushed her long white hair behind her elfish ear. Even though his hangover was killing him, seeing her in peace brought him a little bit of heaven. He moved off the bed to get an elixir Akken handed to him before he left the night before. Somehow, the paladin dragged himself back to the inn, and crawled into bed, not disturbing his bunk buddy.
It was time to start getting ready, so he started to pile all of his things in his bag, when he heard the priestess stirring in the bed.
"Hey," Kay walked towards the bed and stood by her side. "You ready to get up?" She moved to her back and her eyes fluttered as she tried to wake herself up. She yawned and sat up in the bed.
"Barely," she croaked, "you were out really late, why are you so cheery?" The paladin grinned inside, and he pointed at the empty vial resting on the nightstand.
"Akken," he responded. "Now we've got to go," he said again.
"Just a minute," she hissed, "I'm trying to wake up." The paladin's eyes narrowed.
"Stop stalling. We're leaving. Or I'm leaving without you." Orlaith bit her lip, she didn't mean to sound angry. She rose from the bed and started to pack her things. She looked over her shoulder at Kay, who was gathering his things up. She felt a bubble of guilt rise in her stomach, and she wished that they didn't have to leave so soon. However, she was the one that said they should leave in the morning. Her guilt grew like a fungus, infesting every inch of her being. She should have told Kay she wanted to stay with him. She should have told him how she couldn't breathe every time he touched her, or how her heart soared when he spoke her name. She could have let him know how much she missed him when he left last night, and how thankful she was when he was there in the morning. The priestess shook her head of the thoughts. These thoughts were too bold and risky. For now, she would have him all to herself in the wilderness for a few days. Alone.
"Are you finished?" Kay asked of the priestess. She checked her bags one last time and nodded. "Good, then here," he handed her the cloak, "one last time, and you'll never have to wear it again." He said roughly. She swallowed the lump in her throat when he said that, and blinked back the mist in her eyes. She put the dark material over her shoulders and pulled the hood up over her long ears. He opened the door for her, and she stepped out to the inn's tavern. For the last time, she narrated all the things she would never see again. All the while she was counting, Kay was pointing out what he would be missing out on in an Alliance prison cell, if they let him live that long. He pursed his lips and shook off the nostalgia. All he needed for courage was the image of Orlaith, smiling at him. They entered the elevators and they were lowered to the ground level.
"Mulgore is really pretty," Orlaith cooed as she walked beside Kay in the sunshine. They had agreed to walk to the Barrens, and then ride until Ashenvale area, where they would return to walking again. Just so they wouldn't draw attention. A nightsaber in Mulgore would surely attract Horde defenders.
"Yeah, Akken and I have spent lots of time hunting in this area when we were boys." He scratched at his ear.
"Did you two kill anything?"
"Every now and then we'd bring home something nice," he flashed her his notorious half-grin. "Sometimes we liked to go to the village and harass some of the girls there."
"Oh, not much has changed, Kay," the priestess teased. She nibbled at her lip, feeling almost strange around him. She tried to cover up the feeling with talking about his childhood, her childhood, and even as far as the weather. It had gotten them as far as the winterhoof water well before the conversation turned dry. At least they were almost to the Barrens, then she could focus on her stormsaber instead of keeping peace with the paladin.
However, Kay saw right through what she was doing. Her stalling was possibly her way of dealing with goodbye. He didn't want to push her into anything she wasn't ready for. He just went along with her plan, and when it got too boring, he imagined their nights of ravishment they shared. And how much she drove him wild, like no other female could. When she nibbled on her full lower lip, he thought of how much he wanted a taste. That time will come again, he told himself to calm his swirling insides.
"Kay?" The night elf said gently.
"Yes?"
"Why did you help me?" She asked. He was silent, and she suddenly started spewing words again. "I mean, why didn't you kill me? I guess I should be thanking you, rather than questioning you. Then again, I should be doing a lot of other things," he raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't know." She shrugged. Orlaith suddenly was hit with a wave of emotion; there was only one way to describe it. Lost. All her life she was committed to helping those in need. But through the past few weeks, she saw compassion, altruism, and love from the sworn enemy. She was told they were barbaric, but the Alliance also had their mark of shame. Probably more than just the destruction of Kay's village. She loved her family, she loved being a priestess for her comrades, and most of all, she loved Kay. But all three could not live in a world of peace together, and she had to chose. It was the worst feeling in the world. Kay watched her mind as her face reflected a storm inside herself. He stayed silent. He had already made up his mind, and he was waiting for her to catch up.
He tousled her snowy hair and smiled, "Hey we're getting closer, I'm sure you're ready to start riding. Just follow me up the rocks so the guards don't notice us." He bounded up to the a rock, and leaned down offering his hand to the priestess. She took his plated hand in her delicate hand, and allowed him to help her up to his level. She placed her foot on a small nook in the rock, but it wasn't enough to hold her weight. It crumbled beneath the ball of her foot, and she gasped, reaching her other hand out to grasp on to the paladin's shoulder. He reached out, scooping her into his grasp, and pulled her into him tightly. She looked up at him in his embrace, his cold plate pressing into her, and his glowing green eyes of fel taint. She wished he was back in his leather attire that he wore around with his mother, but she blushed a little at the thought. Kay used this as an opportunity, as he cupped her cheek in one hand and captured her into another one of his exhilarating kisses.
Orlaith's heart pounded against his plated chest, and she could almost hear the thump thump thump rhythm against it. She felt herself relax in his arms, and she breathed in his scent. Kay's scent was always intoxicating to her, he smelled of soap, a little sweat, and earth. He was so damned addicting! She cursed herself for enjoying him, but he made her blood stir and her senses come to full arousal. She broke the kiss, pulling herself away slightly, and tilted her head down, but kept eye contact.
"You can't keep kissing me like that," she warned.
"And why not?" He pulled her back into his tight embrace.
"For one, the plate is not very cuddly," she smiled, trying to get out of his grasp. It was difficult, for not only was his brute strength against her, but her body was screaming at her in protest.
"And what else," he smirked, as he gave her bottom a gentle pat. Her face turned bright red, and she quickly climbed up another rock on her own. The paladin chuckled to himself and hoisted his heavy body up to the next level. Once they reached the top, Kay instructed her to mount up as he did the same. He dug his heels into his hawkstrider, as it rushed off into the desert. Orlaith's stormsaber roared as she followed after him. His golden hair blew behind him, and his powerful, god-like body reflecting in the sunlight, he tossed his head to steal a glance at Orlaith. She marveled at him, until he threw her a fond smile. She felt her chest warm again as she returned his smile. Damn, he is not making this easy.
