The moon hung high in the night sky. Illidan had brought us to the top of the clock tower which held a nice view of the city. We sat together across from each other in the small room at the top. The breeze still hit us and it was brisk and chilled me to the bone. I'd forgotten to put on a heavier sweater, and shivered. Illidan had his hand in mine and looked at me curiously. Strangely, the cold never seemed to affect him despite the fact that he never wore a shirt. I doubted anything in this world would fit him even if he wanted to though.

"So what will we be doing exactly?" I ask, my lips trembling slightly from the cold. It took everything in me to keep my teeth from chattering.

"In this ritual I will consume your blood and a piece of your flesh. In return I will be able to sense when you are in danger."

I nodded, because I trusted him to be gentle with it. He looks at me with concern and says, "Come here," and pulls me toward him. He turns me so my back is to his chest and holds me in his arms. Somehow his body was still warm despite the bitter cold outside. It was relaxing and warming.

"How are you not cold?" I ask.

He leans down and says seductively in my ear, "I can be anything you desire."

I shiver at his words but not from the cold. It was thrilling and enticing. I look up to see a smirk on his face. He tightens his arms around me and I no longer felt the night air against me, only him.

"Now," he says, trailing one hand down my arm and lifting it in front of me. "Where would you like me to draw blood from? Your arm?" He runs his fingers up my forearm. "Your hand?" His hand intertwined with mine.

"I can choose?" I ask him.

"Of course," he replies and leans his head down to my neck. I feel his breath against me and get an idea.

"Then I want you do to it here," I take my hand from his and put it to my neck, close to where his face was resting.

"Hmm," his low voice sounds in my ear and I look back, our faces close to each other. I wanted to kiss him... but I was too nervous to do it myself. I wanted him to kiss me. Instead, he says, "Are you certain?" His hand trails my neck and his claws scrape against it. I was beginning to feel uneasy.

Well, it wasn't uneasiness that troubled me. Being against Illidan, with his face at my neck, his hands on me, it was turning me on. Surely he could see what he was doing to me, even making it worse by touching me more. I shifted beneath him trying to stop my body from reacting how it was. It didn't help though.

"Yes," I reply.

My breathing hitched as he took one claw and dragged it across my neck. It hurt more than I cared to admit, but I held my tongue and didn't say anything. Immediately after, he brought his face down and used his tongue to lick the blood from the wound he created. When I felt it against me I couldn't help the noise that came out of me, almost a surprised moan. He brought one hand to the side of my head keeping it balanced as he enjoyed the feast, and the other went to my leg. I almost didn't notice, but he slowly moved it more and more up my thigh. He knew indeed the effect he was creating in me.

As he licked the blood he let none drip down and hungrily consumed it. He was like an animal feasting on its prey... and it excited me. He made soft grunts and moans that I heard perfectly because of his closeness. His hand traveled awfully far up my thigh and I felt entranced like I couldn't move. My hands lay on both of his legs that straddled mine, and I leaned back into him further. The blood loss might have been messing with my brain, or maybe my true feelings came to the surface in the heat of the moment.

I felt him hold back as the blood stopped seeping from the cut as quickly. He was almost restraining himself from consuming more. With one more slow motion of his tongue he trailed my neck, and I felt something in its place. Something that soothed the wound. I touched the area with my hand and noticed the cut was gone. Illidans heaving breathing cools the wet area he created and I shiver. He lets go of my head, and his other hand goes up to my neck; or so I thought.

With his claw he reaches for my ear and slices a small piece at the bottom. "Ow!" Slips from my mouth and I reflexively grab the area. Blood dropped down onto my hand and I look up at Illidan who smiles at me, a bit of blood on his lips. His face reflected the monster that his body showed. He must have eaten it, I thought. That was the flesh part of the ritual. He leans down again and pulls my hand away, his mouth covering where the blood dripped from. Another noise of pleasure escaped my mouth. I felt as the cut healed beneath his tongue and he paused, then licked me again. He must have been enjoying this. My hand in his that was covered with blood, he took into his mouth next. He cleaned it from my fingers as I tried to hold myself back from the pleasure it gave me.

With that, the ritual was complete. I look to Illidan gazing at me strangely. I was still feeling the effects of what he had done to my body... and I craved more. But I knew I couldn't bring myself to ask or initiate anything. I wasn't sure how he truly felt. The blood must have instigated his heated actions, not his feelings for me. I was glad he could simply sense when I was in danger, and not how I felt now. If he could, he would feel a girl trying desperately to calm her libido down. In the moment I desperately wanted him to touch me more... even more beneath my clothes. Now not being in his arms I still wanted it all the same. His expression concerned me, but perhaps he was seeing that reflected in my aura.

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Illidan sat on the roof of the bank after returning Eden to her home. He was restless. In truth, he lied to Eden about the nature of the ritual. Not only could he sense when she was in danger, he could sense her other emotions as well. After he finished and the ritual complete, he felt her desire for him overcome his mind; he had forgotten to block his mind from it before beginning. It overwhelmed him.

Illidan was a night elf, and night elves were immortal. Sex was a pleasurable activity to them, but it was rarely practiced among them because procreating was not necessary. While Illidan had many enjoyable days in his den of mortal delights at the Black Temple, he had since not had contact with a women for over a thousand years. Torturing Sargeras was more important to him at the time. He still remembered the feeling as if it hadn't been that long, but he wasn't sure if Edens feelings were true. He assumed them only fleeting and more about any man than himself. Sure, he teased her and turned her, but he told himself it was only part of the ritual. He had no feelings for her either...

He shook his head and looked out upon the city. Illidan didn't want to think about it anymore. Eden was his soul mate though... and he knew he couldn't resist giving her whatever she wanted. He just wasn't sure she truly wanted him.

As he sat perched there, a strange feeling hit his mind. He made sure since then that his mind was closed off to accepting her feelings unless he chose it, but this one slid in and his barrier almost dropped. He recognized the feeling again, similar to the one he felt when Eden was in his arms. But this time it wasn't because of him... she was pleasuring herself. Illidan grew uncomfortable sitting there, and returned to his apartment. Truthfully, he could have completely ignored and blocked out the feeling, but part of him didn't want to. He knew that he had caused it by his actions earlier. Perhaps her feelings were about him after all.

Edens desires overwhelmed him as he reached the bed of the apartment. He wanted desperately to accept them and pleasure himself with her, but something held him back. He was afraid to invade her privacy, and to do something without her knowledge. As her feeling grew, he couldn't help but give in to it. Her actions became his own, and in that moment the bulge in his pants grew. Illidan hasn't felt that in a long time, but it was an enjoyable feeling. He reached down slowly hoping Edens desires would leave him, but they didn't. He grabbed himself with force and began stroking his cock as she pleasures herself in return. He didn't know exactly what she was doing, but just knowing her feelings escalated his. He imagined being with her, kissing her, doing whatever it is she wanted him to do.