I own Vician Trannyth, Itris Highbinder, Kaxet Botfuel, Ororan Lonesnarl, Elkemin Winddreamer, Uraz'Do, Tibarn Bonefever, Rili the succubus, Death Knight Borgan Van Talen, Shadow Priestess Victoria Painbinder, Lightslayer Hiro Tombweeper, the concept of the Society of Uncorrupted Warlocks, Zachery Lancaster, and Taniel the incubus, all else to Blizz

A/N...

So, there is another smut chapter that will be spawned from this. I'll post it when I ever get finished with it; so look for that if you are into that :)

Also, Vician is one smooth operator...

Warning: Implied sex, kissing, crying, drinking, and near sex.

Dark magical flames sprouts up out of the ground, encircling Sylvanas and Kalira, as they can feel not heat, but a deep sense of calmness wash over them. And just as it began, the flames die away, slowly retracting into the floor, until they extinguish themselves with a hiss. Previously standing tall, Vician stumbles back, panting as he sits down upon a wooden barrel heavily.

"That's the most powerful protection spell I have," he begins, panting as he tries to get more air in his lungs. "It'll keep both of you safe, until I can defeat Taniel."

Sylvanas and Kalira look at each other, before crossing the room in three long strides and kneeling next to Vician. Smiling lightly, Sylvanas places a cool hand on Vicians' knee, "No. We, Vician; we will defeat this Taniel," she looks over at Kalira, smiling, "together."

Vician follows Sylvanas's gaze, watching how her eyes linger on the dark ranger. Even though her hand is on his knee, it does not compare to the loving gaze that Sylvanas is giving to the dark ranger. Was it jealousy burning deep within his core? The longer that Sylvanas gazes lovingly at Kalira, the hotter the desire and deeper the jealously runs. Love is quite a complicated thing, he realized, as he looked at the two women before him. Even as he placed a hand atop of Sylvanas' and a gently hand on Kaliras' shoulder, his mind drifted back to Rili and that burning desire.

Kalira looks from Sylvanas to Vician and back again, grinning, "I think we have to show our appreciation to the Grand Warlock. What do you say, My Lady?"

Sylvanas smirks and stands with Kalira. They wrap and arms around each other and smile down at Vician, "Hmm, I think you are quite right, Dark Ranger." They each extend a hand to the still sitting Vician.

"What are you two minxes up to?" Vician asks as he takes their hands and hauls himself to his feet. The two undead beauties smirk and lead the warlock into Sylvanas' Private Chamber, closing the door behind them.

Relaxing in the post-sex glow, Vician looks over at the two beauties wrapped in each other's arms, both snoring softly. It is in that moment, that the jealousy is washed away and the cold, hard truth is revealed before him. While both Kalira and Sylvanas care very deeply for Vician and lust after him, they do not love him. He does return that deep affection and does lust after them—more so now in his human body—he cannot force them to love him, as they love each other.

Slowly, be creeps out of the bed, fetching his undergarments and his robe which had been flung somewhere in the room. Dressing quickly, he walks back to the couple, smiling sadly as he gazes down on them. Gently, he pulls up the covers and leans down, kissing Kalira and Sylvanas on their respective foreheads. "Good night, you two minxes," he mutters softly, before he turns and slowly creeps out of the room. Closing the door behind him gently, he pulls up his hood, and walks out of the Royal Chamber, heading towards his house.

Stepping inside quickly, Vician lowers the hood of his robe and turns around, to be greeted with Rili, who is sitting at his desk. "Master," Rili says, smiling as she stands.

Vician cannot help but smile as he crosses the room to Rili. "Catching up on some reading?" He asks, motioning to the open book on his desk.

Rili bites her lower lip and shrugs, "Yea, you could say that." Her blue eyes scan Vicians' face, briefly locking with her Masters' emerald eyes. Blushing lightly, she looks back down at the book, thumbing the pages gently.

Vician parts his lips, his eyes dancing over Rili's features. From her flawless pink skin, to her short, very slightly curved horns, to the leathery wings she has folded against her back. He never noticed how beautiful she is. It takes an immense amount of self control not to sweep the papers and books off his desk and take her, right there. Motioning down to the book, he clears his throat before responding, "Well, don't let me interrupt you." He turns around, his heart thumping wildly in his chest, "I was . . . uh . . . gonna get something to drink," he says, moving into the small kitchen, "Want anything?"

Sitting back down, Rili watches her Masters' ass sway slightly from side to side, appreciating the tightness of his body. Groaning softly, she crosses her legs and mutters just loud enough for Vician to strain to hear, "Yea; you. . . ." Smirking when she hears the clattering of glass and the soft cursing of her Master, she clears her throat and speaks louder for him to hear, "I'll have whatever you're having, Master."

Pouring two glasses of wine, Vician walks back out to his desk, gently carrying the two glasses. Setting both glasses down, he grabs a nearby chair, placing the books on it to another book laden chair, and brings it over, sitting across from the succubus. He sighs as he sits, his hand going for the nearest glass of wine. Taking a sip, he smiles into the glass, setting it down gently. "What are you reading there?"

Taking a sip of her wine, Rili smirks, shrugging nonchalantly, as she lifts up the book to show the title, "Nothing much, Master. Just some light reading."

Chuckling softly, he reads the title aloud, "'On the relationship between the Demonic and the Mundane, by Vician Trannyth.' I hardly call that light reading, Rili."

Rili shrugs, setting the book back down. "True, Master; but I love how your mind works," she says, smiling as she takes another sip. Looking over the rim of the glass, she glares at him, half mockingly and half seriously, "No matter how suicidal it may be."

Vician chuckles into his wine, as he takes another sip. Looking up, he runs his eyes along Rili's jaw line, tracing it to her lips, which are open slightly. Once he notices Rili blushing and her eyes concentrated on his lips; the tips of his ears redden while he drains the rest of his wine. Standing, he opens a hand to her, "Do you want some more, Rili?" He asks gently.

Rili stands, her hands trembling as she steps around the desk, to face Vician. Gently, she takes his hand and guides it to her cheek, leaning into his touch, her eyes half closed. Both Master and Demon gasp softly at the touch of their skin on each other. Vician knows he should pull away, that he should end this feeling that threatens to overflow and fill the room with the musky scent of desire.

But he doesn't. He sets his empty glass of wine down on the desk, stepping closer to his succubus. He cups her face in his left hand, as Rili's eyes flutter open. Resting her right hand on his left, she tilts her head to the side, brushing up her lips against his palm. Even as his rational mind screams at him, Vician steps closer, resting his right hand on her left hip.

Keeping her eyes on her Master, Rili trails her kisses along his palm and up his thumb. Gently she nibbles along the sides of it, gaining a delicious shiver from her Master, before she takes the thumb into her warm and moist mouth, sucking on it gently. She swirls her tongue around it, before having it exit her mouth with a pop.

Lifting his hands off of Rili, both Master and Demon sweep the desk clear, sending books, papers, and the glasses of wine, tumbling to the floor, where they shatter with a crash; neither of them cares at this point. Vician lifts Rili onto the edge of the desk, stepping close to her, his hands cupping her face and their lips inches away from each other. With Demon tilting her head to the left and Master tilting his head to the right, they both tremble as they slowly begin to move closer, to announce to each other their feelings and desires, to have the Demon feast on the Master's soul, and the Master not caring, only wanting to show his love for his Demon.

Until a frantic knock on his door; groaning because of a now missed opportunity and a ruined moment. Vicians' eyes linger on Rili's lips, his hands still cupping her face, just as her hands are tangled in his hair, while the person on the other side of the door threatens to bash it down with the frantic knocking. With considerable effort, Vician pulls back from Rili, dropping his hands and moving towards the door.

He barely has the door open, when Kalira launches herself at Vician, burying herself in the many folds on his robe, trembling as tears wrack her body. He wraps his arms around the Dark Ranger, while Rili stiffens at the contact behind him. "What's wrong, Kalira?" Vician asks his voice full of concern. With her voice muffled, he pulls back slightly, cupping the Dark Ranger's face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away her tears. "Shh, Kalira; what's wrong?"

"I-it's Sylvanas," she stutters and sniffles, "She-She . . . "

"What about Sylvanas?" Vician asks, his own hands beginning to tremble.

"She won't wake up."