The tranquil waves washing ashore and seagulls squawking their fancies rang loud and clear. Dazed and disoriented, The sandy haired Proudmoore slowly collected his bearings, the warm grain sands grazed against his skin while the breeze of the seawind kissed his beach hair and florrick coat. Tandred slowly sat upright and readjusted his eyes to the bright sun. Like the seasoned explorer he is, he surveyed his surroundings to get his footings and head straight, no hint of civilization or snotty elves within sight.

"Tides help me, where am I?" Unarmed with no saber or flintlock to his name, Tandred was near certain that he had passed. The Forsaken's wretched venom and putrid diseases are known to cause delirium and insanity to those inflicted, stripping away of their mental sanity and humanity before their body succumbs to horrific transformations. Naturally, Tandred assumed the worst and his fate had been sealed by the assailant's poison blades meant for Jaina.

'Jaina… oh I am so sorry.' He clenched his fists as his tricorne hat shielded his eyes from the glaring sun. He had promised her that he would stay by her side with mother, and now he had died right in front of her, powerless to do anything despite her title as Archmage. The guilt, the pain, she had to experience it all over again, it was unfair. How much torment and suffering she must endure again just to secure everlasting peace in Azeroth?

But any sympathy and sorrow for his sister was interrupted when fierce gale winds started to surround him at every turn, with the once clear sunny sky covered by dark storm clouds and forked lightning. The tranquil waves that gently crossed the shore, now roared with large tidal waves that could have consumed an entire armada whole. Such intensity and abrupt change of weather made Tandred raise his eyebrows, storms and waves are the norm of every sailor's career, yet he was certain the rolling mist that was forming above the seas is anything but normal.

"Has the Tides come for me?" Tandred let out a mocking laugh, to think this small little island would be his final stand, there was an irony to be found there. The saltwater seas inched closer to him, with the heavens shedding tears in its wake. Drenched in the sorrows of the ocean and heaven, Tandred gaze upon the harsh waves with calm acceptance. The calm before the storm is often the most dangerous isn't it? Still waters are rife with looming dangers and hidden waves ready to swallow them at a moment's notice. His burly stature and calm demeanor changed significantly when he noted a hooded figure on a boat sailing towards him from the misty fog, with only the masthead light adorned with an oil lit lantern illuminating the path. He squinted his eyes and steeled his courage, what sorcery is this? How could a boat of such small size survive the rugged waves that could topple and overboard it in an instant?

The young Proudmoore's eyes trailed the boat until it hit ashore, stopping right in front of him with nay a word being said. Apprehensive at the unknown shrouded figure, Tandred felt strangely at ease with the man who showed no signs of animosity to him. Without tarrying a moment, the fearless sailor boarded the boat and sat across the hooded man as if his body moved on instinct. Paddled and turned, Tandred sat in haunting silence as the ferryman departed from shore and made their way towards the dense fog that blanketed the sea.

'The waters here are calm.' In just mere moments ago, tidalwaves and white horses threatened to swallow them whole, now nothing but gray blue waters reflected their disheveled appearances. The brave sailor's eyes widened when tattered ships and broken masts lying floating on the surface came into view, the suffocating souls of the drowned wailed and echoed around him with their ghost and apparitions haunting the very vessels that went down with them. They were in a ship graveyard, where countless sailors and pirates met their end at the seas they called home.

'Kul Tiran ships, how is this possible?' The design of the ship and its hull was distinct, as with the material made along with it, Storm Silver. Despite being aware of his limbolike state, he couldn't help but to feel that this was real. Somewhere in the vast blue oceans of Boralus, a thousand drowned sailors with no memory and remembrance to their name remain as restless ghosts and spirits, wailing and shrieking for dry land. He narrowed his gaze and found Horde ships among the scraps as well, battalions of them with their juggernaut and steam engine designs. A fierce battle between Alliance and Horde must have occurred here, the casualties and the unsung tales were no doubt numerous. The boat carried forward until they stopped in the middle of the graveyard, surrounded by broken hulls and vessels at every turn, Horde, Alliance and everything in between. The sheer sight of tattered fleet churned Tandred's stomach in the worst way possible, as a helmsman of his ship, his men and women all depend on him for their survival. To fail them, to fail their loved ones was nothing short of terrifying and a disgrace to the Proudmoore's name.

Wordlessly, the figure turned to him and his true face was revealed. Tandred jolted back when a pair of hollow eyes stared right back at him, bare bones and stripped of its flesh, its a skeleton! Yet before any brawl or fists could be exchanged, the ferryman extended his skeleton boned hand and offered a familiar Kul Tiran pendant in the shape of an anchor. The magic that emanated from the medallion was soothing, akin to cold waters relaxing the muscles after a long strenuous day of labor. Tandred slowly retrieved the pendant in his hand, holding it firmly within his palm as the chain dangled off the side. He closed his palm and stared at the skeleton figure, as ghastly and as haunting this was, Tandred felt strangely tranquil. Undead or not, it seems to have retained its sanity and humanity.

"Why are you giving me this?' The undead ferryman merely stood up and pointed at a sunken ship, wrecked by cannons, shrapnel and gushing waves. On closer inspection, Tandred keenly realized that this was his father's Galleon. Without a moment to waste, he snatched the paddles and rowed the boat closer to the wrecked vessel himself. His eyes dilated in disbelief and shock over the sight. The towering sails and the mighty cannons that once proudly displayed the might of Kul Tiran's navy lie in tatters with floating corpses of privates and cannoneers still in their uniforms. He turned back to the ferryman, only to find he was gone with a picture left in its seat.

"This is-" It was a picture of the Proudmoore family. Their father stood towering over all of them, hugging his mother Katherine close to him. Derek was standing tall and proud, with a hand on Jaina's shoulder who couldn't be more than a 9 year old lass. Tandred loosened a soft smile when he saw himself tugging Jaina's hand tightly. He remembers this picture, the poor painter was forced to endure the Proudmoore siblings' shenanigans as he struggled to capture all of them in the painting. He gripped the picture tight and stared at the ferryman that disappeared from sight, could he really be-

"Tandred, Tandred!"

He slowly opened his eyes to the sound of his name. Gone was the vivid dream and instead, excruciating pain and numbness surged through his body. He adjusted his senses and felt a warm grasp on his hand, though numb and groggy the grizzled sailor let out a grunt to show his defiance and pride.

"Tandred! Thank the Tides! You're okay." The sudden embrace from a lithe woman swiftly awakened his senses. The youngest Proudmoore had finally returned to Azeroth and sighed at the warm hug from his sister. Her snow white and sandy yellow blonde hair grazed upon his hand as he hugged her back, the warm scent of her perfume and the curvy body pinned onto him made the sailor keenly aware that his blood was indeed functional.

"Aye, it would take more than a few swings to bring me down." Jaina broke the embrace and nodded, the ragged sigh and the slump of shoulders conveyed her stress better than any words. She sat next to him as Quel'thalas' finest priests and healers gathered around him. The Regent Lord himself paid a courtesy visit, with many leaders from different factions gathered in his room.

"We have upgraded security to the highest level, please accept my sincere apology. It seems our security was not enough." Lor'themar's heartfelt apology was met with a gruff and pensive expression from his trusted advisor Rommath who held his staff tight.

"How could that possibly be? There are wards and sentries everywhere." Jaina mustered a frown and cradled her brother tight to her, completely oblivious to the myriads of looks from the factions leaders who were unaware of their closeness.

"The assailant didn't use any magic, I would have detected their mana." Then it can only mean a saboteur trained in the art of stealth and shadow blending had infiltrated the glorious elven nation. Their towers blessed with True Sight and Runewards seemed to be useless against subterfuge.

"Damn it, who knows what other abominations and lowlife had slipped in. Admiral Proudmoore I-" A mere wave of hand from Tandred silences the room whole. He weakly sat upright with the help of Jaina and spoke with cadence befitting a naval commander.

"It's alright Lor'themar, so as long as the Lord Admiral is safe, that is all that matters. But please, do tell me I shot that bastard dead?" The serious tone at the otherwise ludicrous statement drew chuckles and smiles from his visitors. Jaina sighed at her brother's ability to lighten every situation and patted his shoulders.

"Yes you did brother." A triumphant smile forged on his face, he took heart that the disgrace of an assassin was shot dead with his trusty firearm. He let out a loud cackle and boastfully yelled his achievements out, though it was obvious that the Proudmoore was under the effects of medicine and intoxication.

"Hah! It's been ages since I used my flintlock, nice to see the contraption still works- ouch." The sudden movement made Tandred gasped in grit and pain when abdomen muscle moved just slightly. A firm pair of hands planted him down on the bed and a stern Jaina lectured him firmly.

"Tandred please rest, no more erratic movements." The Gilnean King sighed at the sight before turning to the Regent Lord with his arms crossed.

"This is a heavy breach of security Lor'themar, as Regent Lord you are held responsible for the guests' safety. Do you intend to have Jaina or the rest of us killed?" The former Dalaran student gripped Genn's arm to urge him to stop. Though the attempt on her life is personal, she suspected that the assailant held no allegiance or ties to other factions and acted alone. Perhaps a loyal follower to the Banshee Queen.

"Genn please." The Lycan cursed king heed Jaina's plea and let out a scoff. The acting leader for the Blood Elves bowed in accordance to tradition, an assassination on Silvermoon soil would have just embroiled all of them into another needless conflict, or perhaps that was the point.

"No, he has the right of it Jaina. As Alliance leaders, your security remains paramount. The fact an assassin is able to slip into the heart of Silvermoon undetected is a testament to our arrogance and incompetence. Please accept my humble apologies, an investigation is already underway." Tandred groaned and burrowed his nose into Jaina's bosom, the throbbing pain and lightheadedness made him drowsy and vulnerable. The Frost Mage patted his back and hummed a tune to soothe his worries, to think her brother, a respected and revered sailor who had hung bloodthirsty pirates to the gallows for breakfast can be reduced to an attention seeking child with one fatal venom.

"Aye, I would like to go home now, starting to feel funny." The slurred speech and flushed face would be easily mistaken for drunken stupor and intoxication.

"The antidote is in effect, we will make our move now." Lor'themar acknowledged the urgency and granted the leave. Thank the Sunwell the brother is well and none worse for wear, he was certain that Jaina would personally repeat what she did to the Sunreavers at Dalaran again if her brother was to pass away due to his negligence.

"Of course."


Now boarding on the Proudmoore Flagship, Tandred laid on the bed of his quarter with a wet cloth on his forehead. He sighed when the audible sound of water dripping into the bucket brought him to his senses, the sight of Azeroth's most powerful mage doing the menial work of a housemaid was equally humbling and intriguing.

"You shouldn't have took the hit for me Tandred, my abjuration magic is more than capable of handling the blow." It seems pride and power does come hand in hand, Tandred doubted that her fancy magic would have truly shielded her at a moment's notice. The younger brother touched the wet cloth on his head and mustered a commanding tone to appear strong and proud in his pitiful state.

"I acted on instinct sister, anyone that dared threaten the Proudmoore family would be met with lead in their heads." The speech was undoubtedly rousing, if not completely nonsensical. The authoritative admiral meekly squinted his eyes when Jaina replaced the wet cloth on his forehead with a brand new one. Dressed in just her white corset and a pair of pants, the damp clothing from the water spillage revealed her ample breast as the wet clothes clung to her marvelous figure.

"Touching, please don't ever do that again." The sweet tone laced with anger and firmness earned the absolute cooperation from the younger brother. He would do well not to piss his sister off, lest they want a repeat of past events.

"I'm alright Jaina, just don't tell mother of this." Their mother would quite frankly order the entire nation's finest officers to hunt down the Forsaken assailant that inflicted such a dire injury onto her child. Ruthless and unyielding, Tandred dearly hopes that the events that transpired in Silvermoon remain tight-lipped and contained within the fair city.

"I will." After successfully securing Jaina's cooperation, Tandred turned to face her, who just sat on a cushion chair next to him. She seemed to be prepared to stay by his side until he made a full recovery, novels, missives and a warm pot of tea were all meticulously prepared.

"Don't you have more pressing matters to attend to, Lord Admiral?" She brushed off the sarcasm in his voice and closed the novel she was about to read shut, she crossed one leg onto the other and spoke sternly.

"Caring for my injured brother should not be a pressing matter?" By the Tides, this sister of his should have his priority straight! The assassin came for her and not him! As far as he is concerned, she is in constant threat of danger with vultures lying in ambush at her moment of weakness.

"Jaina I'm fine, go attend to your duties and find out who ordered the assassination. You can leave it to the tidesages to sooth my wounds." The hesitancy within her mouth and eyes were obvious, and as much Tandred wanted her to stay with him for warmth and comfort, he knew that she had every duty and responsibility for her own safety. She let out a defeated sigh and stood up, leaning forward to give a gentle peck to his cheek.

"Very well, do not hesitate to call for me if I'm needed." A gruff grunt from Tandred was all she received before she took her coat and other assortment of clothes. The youngest Proudmoore watched as she left the warm cabin of his quarters and into the cold hallways of the vessels.

Nightfall arrived promptly with the moonlight shining through the vessel's glass. Clad in his tunic, coat and saber on his hip, the sand haired sailor exited his cabins and greeted the nearby sentry and guardsmen who stood guard before the Admiral's quarters. The tidesages had done a remarkable job in soothing his wounds but Tides forbid you discussed the process of his recovery in detail.

"Jaina?" Two knocks on the door was all he needed when he noted the shadows dancing beneath the door. The sound of the door unlocked was all he needed before he stopped and dismissed the guards of their duty, he would prefer to talk to his sister in private. His features rose from shock to pensive once he noted the amount of papers and markings stamped to the table. Insignias and signages from Quel'thalas told Tandred enough of what these papers entail.

"I know I asked you to investigate the attack but this is absurd." Jaina paid him no mind and continued to read missive after missive. Her eyes rapidly scanned for any eyewitness reports on the attempt of her assassination. She barely looked up to meet his eyes before speaking absentmindedly, completely unaware of how much time she spent on dealing with the matter.

"Tandred? What are you doing here?" He pulled a chair and sat right in front of her, duty or not. Once Jaina is preoccupied with matters that piqued her interest, it would be difficult to ask her to put it down. It was precisely this obsession that allowed her to be such a good mage.

"Came to check up on you, my wounds have recovered. The poison has been flushed out from my system, so it wasn't exactly a pleasant experience." She freed her eyes from the official documents and stared at her brother, he still looked horrible in her eyes. His vitality and vigor seemed to be drained by the detoxification process.

"You should rest." Rich coming from the most overworked person in Azeroth. Tandred narrowed his eyes and leaned against her desk, does this woman realize how late it is? It's half past 1 already.

"The same could be said for you." She placed down the quill and papers, resting her arms on her thigh with a small frown on her face. The young Proudmoore recognized that look immediately, the slight damp moisture on her forehead and the crinkled clothes of her corset that were the result of twists and turns.

"Nightmare?" The archmage leaned behind her cushion armchair, mustering a faint nod at the horrific visions of her brother crying for help as she stood paralyzed and powerless to do anything. The spiraling abyss was mocking her, taunting her inability to save the people she loved as Tandred drowned in the very seas he grew to love.

"Yes, a vivid one, it felt so real and tangible." The breathless and haunting sorrow in her voice made her sound so fragile and vulnerable. The seasoned corsair pulled the chair aside, sitting right next to her to grasp her freezing hands.

"What was it about?" The soft whisper and the gentle rub to their interlocked hand sent a blaze down Jaina's body. She looked up to stare at his azure blue eyes that mirrored her own sapphire ones, despite his witty remarks and teasing nature, he always had her best interest and well being in his mind. She tightened their clasped hand and slowly leaned her head against his shoulder, savouring the warmth and comfort of her sibling who is here with her.

"You." Of course, why would he ever think otherwise? The younger brother extended one arm to wrap around her, pulling her close to an embrace as he gazed upon the pile of letters that littered across her desk.

"I'm alive Jaina." Even for the briefest moment, Jaina could hear the strain in his voice. She let out a sigh of content and closed her eyes, inhaling the masculine scent and warmth from him as he slowly stroked her back with the faintest of lingers.

"You are." The Proudmoore siblings sat in silence for the moment, the large vessel they were cruising on was steady and firm, much like the bonds the two shared. Yet turbulent waters and rough seas awaits them whole, what comes next after smooth sailing is no doubt the storms and typhoons. Tandred let out a lengthy exhale once Jaina showed signs of drowsiness, though he would not mind the current arrangements, it was improper for him to be his sister's pillow for the night.

"Jaina, let's go to your bed." The Lord Admiral gave a measly nod, barely having the strength or energy to say otherwise. She clinged onto the burly sailor for dear life, inhibiting his movements and walking with the slightest inconvenience. Tandred chuckled at her behavior, it was as if Jaina was drunk again. But after much heave and ho, they had finally reached her bedroom. He glanced at the fearsome archmage and sighed at her snoozing state, had she seriously fallen asleep while he was carrying her weight? Unbelievable!

'Well at least sleep came easy for her.' He slowly placed her on the bed and draped the blankets over her. The serene expression on her face and the nuzzle to her pillows was indeed a beautiful if not adoring sight, so much so that he leered over her voluptuous body like a sailor to a siren. He closed his eyes briefly, it was best that he leaves and avoids any future late night conversations with her like this. The blonde sailor distanced himself from the bed and made his way to the door, but a sleight of hand tugging his sleeves halted him instantly.

"Tandred, stay… please." The vulnerability in her shaky voice blocked all opposition to leaving her room. He turned around and found her clutching the blanket to her bosom with her other hand, her demeanor was meek with her face flushed red. Undoubtedly, the longingness in her tone and the bright sapphire blue eyes that radiated innocence made him flabbergasted that this was still the strong and wise Jaina he knew.

"I can, but why?" The archmage bit her lower lip, she herself was not even sure why he wanted him to stay. Years of loneliness had made her susceptible to any form of warm companionship and for an esteemed individual that lost so many loved ones, it wasn't easy to forge fruitful and earnest bonds that allowed her to open up. Tandred is family, a teasing brother who often gets under her skin but one that deeply cares for her nevertheless. Was it wrong to ask him to stay with her? Even if the intentions may not be completely pure?

"I don't know, I just want you near me." Tandred wasn't sure what Jaina was asking of him. Was she afraid of the assassination? No, she had survived countless attempts on her life and she was unfazed by them now. This was out of an innate human desire, a primal urge that stems from their ancestral roots. He gently held the hand that tugged on his sleeves and grasped them tight, while a far cry from sibling behavior, Tandred cared little for protocol and societal boundaries in the privacy of their cabin.

"I can do that." She smiled brightly, eagerly scooching to one side to allow him to sit right next to her. He withheld a chuckle over how enthusiastic she was, it reminded much of their time together as kids where she would read out storybook after storybook to him in the comfort of her bed. Nestled within the covers, Tandred, a fearless sailor who conquered uncharted waters and fierce waves found himself flustered and stammering like a love-addled fool when he realized he was in bed with a woman. Not just any woman, this was the Lord Admiral, the supreme leader of Kul Tiras, Azeroth's most powerful archmage, a staunch leader of the Alliance but most importantly of all, his sister.

"That wasn't the first attempt at my life, nor would it be my last." Her voice trailed into one of annoyance and exhaustion, clearly at wits end at how much of her life is constantly in danger. Tandred pushed aside his personal existential crisis and focused on the conversation itself, he could hardly afford another revelation like that.

"How does a battalion of our finest marines constantly surrounding you at every waking moment sound?" The tone dripping with sarcasm from her brother was just what she expected from him. She sighed and leaned against his shoulders, the rhythmic inhale and exhale of his breathing was strangely comforting.

"Horrible." Tandred expected as much, though to be fair, Jaina's ability to wipe out entire armies was not to be trifled with. Many consider her pacifist and diplomatic nature to be her defining trait, yet just like the very seas that give them life and livelihoods, it too can become a ferocious tidal wave engulfing and destroying everything in its path at a moment's fancy. No one should underestimate her powers or overestimate her capacity for mercy.

"Aye, that's what I thought. Maybe we should consider a personal bodyguard for you, father always has a legion of men by his side." Privacy concerns aside, a legion of marines accompanying her at every whim sounds horrible. No, she is different from her martial father, different enough in leadership. But knighting a champion of her own to accompany her at all times was a decision she once considered. Unfortunately no candidate met her criteria, well at least until recent events that transpired.

"Father and I are different, he commands the fleet, I command the seas."

"And I command the men." Tandred chimed in with the haughtiness, earning an eye roll from Jaina though she would deny the truth.

"Perfect!" The two siblings chuckled with one another before silence set in again, indeed both of them complimented one another. Tandred, while lacking the esteemed recognition compared to the rest of the Proudmoore family, still has his virtues in commanding the navy and battalions. The older Proudmoore pulled their clasped hand on top of the blanket, with her head still on his shoulders and his nose burying her white streak hair. If news of their positions and intimacy leaks out of this cabin, there would be hell to be had with them. Yet for now, Jaina savored what little time they had with one another.

"It's good to have you by my side Tandred, it's been ages since I have a trusted confidant like this. Mother was wise to station us together." The murmurs from her earned a nod from the steadfast sailor. The soft lithe touch of a woman was indeed tantalizing, it is no wonder that many suitors try to seek for her hand. Beautiful, graceful and brilliant, she was indeed a woman worthy of many praises and accolades. He stared at the hull's window, enchanted with magic that only allowed for a one way view, the seasoned buccaneer rested into a smile when the ocean waves crashed and tumbled with each other.

"Indeed, I'm glad too." Jaina smiled at his mellow nature and danced her fingers around his broad chest. Like many Kul Tirans, he is strong, brawny and rugged. His chest hair above his unbutton shirt was sandy yellow, she grazed upon the exposed hairs and twirled around them, earning a delightful shiver down her brother's spine.

"You have grown so much." Her voice danced between sibling pride and sultry lust as she marveled his body. Tandred gave a sharp inhale, utterly paralyzed in the situation as Jaina found a strange new interest in his physical body. Still, the younger Proudmoore wasn't without fangs or skin. He stared at the ample breast of his sister and seized the moment to lower his hand to her waist, sinking his fingers to her flesh through the thin fabric of her clothes.

"And you look radiant as ever." The husky whisper from the rugged sailor tingled Jaina's womanhood. She growled internally at how flustered and hot her body was, though she was aware that she was attractive with the leering gazes from both Alliance and Horde, it was the heartfelt sincerity and warmth from Tandred that invoked fonder memories of her youth that she had long forgotten. She relaxed her body and coyly placed her hand beneath his beard.

"Charming, are you sure there are no comely maidens and beautiful lasses that have not fallen for your charms?" He chuckled at his sister's tease, though he was no means a man of celibacy, he scarcely had the time to indulge in the finer qualities of life. He gingerly pulled Jaina between his legs, hugging her hourglass figure to him with no intention of letting her go.

"Well I'm in bed with one right now." She let out a blissful rasp of breath when his strong fingers slipped through her corset, rough hands grazed upon her navel and a pair of lips pressed against her nape. It's been ages since she had a man to properly pamper and treat her right, and to think it was her own brother that managed to provide her the companionship and comfort she desperately needs right now. May the Light and Tidemother have mercy on her.

"Hmph." The little pout from her drew a myriad of feelings within him, the flushed red cheeks and the trembling body. He tensed up considerably when a wandering hand from the archmage reached his breeches, tugging the rapidly growing bulge that pulse in delight from the womanly touch.

"Jaina." The fierce captain of the sea whimpered at her touch, she chuckled sexily at his reaction and further applied more force. She grinned in delight when her brother's cock swelled according to her spell. Barely seconds in and she could feel the absolute constraints that were restricting his manhood.

"Quite the saber you have concealed there, little brother." The Kul Tiran captain wanted to groan at the wordplay from Jaina, this was by far the strangest experience he would have with a woman wouldn't it? Though a part of him wished to savagely rip his sister's clothes off and have his way with her, the more moral and sensible side of him prevented him from submitting to his urges.

"What would mother think? What would Kul Tirans think?" Somehow being the voice of reason, the archmage sighed and retracted her hand from her brother's beating mast. The serious cadence in his tone was indeed justified given how dire of a situation the Proudmoore siblings found themselves in. She closed her eyes briefly, she was well aware of the implication of their relationship and intimacy. Incest is highly frown upon in Azeroth, with some nations punishment include total exile for both parties involved. Given her position and status, Jaina was certain that a political hellstorm within Kul Tiras would be the least of her worries.

But even with the risks involved, part of her yearns from some semblance of closure and comfort from her brother.

"They don't have to know." The downcast tone of guilt from her did little to convince Tandred. He sighed and turned her to face him, he cupped her cheeks and stared at her in earnest.

"Jaina, I love you, I truly do. But it is best if you seek comfort and affection from someone else. You don't have to sully or lower yourself to a bloke like me. There are a plethora of men who would die to seek your hand, a concerning amount even!" He ended with jest, hoping to lighten the mood on the otherwise grave situation. In truth, Tandred did not expect their relationship to end up like this, and while he can pass the blame to the workings of alcohol and assassination, he knew full well that Jaina had finally found much needed solace and support in her time of need. It would not be cordial or proper to entertain her needs, but part of him can't bear the thought of leaving her alone after everything she has been through. If one can provide succor and salvation to others at a moment's fancy, wouldn't it be cruel to deny them?

"Don't demean yourself like that brother, I can't think of a man that exceeds your character. You provided me with more than just a shoulder to cry on, I can't quite describe it but I feel safe being with you." A wry smile plastered on the sailor's face, Azeroth's most powerful mage feeling safe in the arms of a man who can't even cast a single magic spell? The older sister steeled her sincere and serious gaze, piercing the mocking facade that her brother so often used to mask his true feelings. He gave an exasperated sigh and firmly interlocked their fingers together, an act of closure they once always shared when they were wee lads and lasses.

"Jaina." She cupped his cheek, bitterly suppressing the tears that threatened to fall from the sorrowful look on Tandred's face. Fragile and vulnerable, his sister had never been more desperate before with how tightly she clung onto him.

"Just this one night? Please." At wits end of logic and rationality, Tandred sat there with his mind racing against the trail of thoughts and inner turmoil that threatened to drown him whole. Akin to a storm of emotions, the sailor sat there for a good few moments, internalizing and validating all of her needs and wants in the best way possible. She was his sister, his role model and a close confidant. To sully that relationship and risk fracturing the family, nay, the nation! The Alliance! Is nothing short of stupidity and foolishness, a idiotic feat that only wretched degenerates and lesser men are capable of! Tandred had always prided himself with doing what's right, where duty and honor comes hand in hand. So why, has the look of sorrow and despair on Jaina's face so painful and agonizing to him? Was it not his duty as her brother to look after her? To be her unyielding helmsman during rough storms and turbulent seas? Was it wrong for a man and woman to express their desire to be with one another irregardless of their bonds and familial blood ties? Why must the world be so cruel to dutiful and good people like them who just want to live life in peace?

Ah to hell with it!

"I- oh who am I to deny my own attraction to you, Jaina, but let us have a proper discussion about this on the morrow alright?" The archmage's eyes lit up at his small yet genuine smile. She beamed and wrapped her arms around neck, hugging him tightly to her as she nodded. Any heartfelt regrets or earful lectures would be delegated to tomorrow, for now she wanted him to take her.

"Yes I would like that too." With her consent and his own desires aligned, Tandred seized the moment to lean in for a kiss. Soft, plump and undeniably addictive, the younger Proudmoore was in for shock when she smothered her body against his broad chest and pressed her lips against his. Their tongues intertwined and held each other dearly, with pants and moans filling the Admiral's quarters. Squelch and suckle, Jaina allowed their joint salivas to leak from her mouth and onto her covers. She clenched her fists from the blissful sensation of her brother disrobing her corset with much skill and finesse, unbuckling the buttons and threads that held her modesty together. The frigid wind of the cold sea sent a shiver down her spine, or was it the pleasurable sensation of delight that made her shudder in anticipation? Her exposed navel and breast laid bare and beautiful, with the warmly light lanterns fuelled by runecraft casting a soft glow onto her fair skin. The devoted brother broke the passionate kiss and stared at her in earnest. The bright blue eyes radiated intelligence and innocence, yet her body was mature and succulent. Her wide hips seemed to sway with every shake and her large breast jiggle with every motion, the sultry seductive eyes from his sister lowered his inhibitions and made him meek in front of such a radiant beauty. To think the world's most disheveled sailor would be worthy of such sight, coloured him damned.

"You're beautiful Jaina." The coy smile that formed on her face made Tandred cringed internally. With passion and emotions at an all time high, it seems he had let slip in his moment of vulnerability. He bashfully averted his gaze when his sister captured his lips, seemingly rewarding him for being so honest and genuine with his feelings. He felt her strong fingers feeling his abdomen muscles until it touched upon the bandaged wound that reminded her of his state. She broke the kiss and stared at his wound with much concern in her eyes, yet Tandred would not allow one paltry injury get in the way of fucking his sister.

"Don't worry about the injuries, it would take more than a venomous toxin to render me uh, flaccid." The awkward string of sentences made her chuckle in a deep alluring tone. She crawled above him and pushed her breasts against his exposed chest, her hardened nipples rubbing against him wantonly as she purred at his ear.

"We shall see won't we captain?" Assertive and dominant Jaina seemed to be his new favorite side of her now, but the young virile man would not want to be outdone by his own sister. Tandred wrapped his arms around her waist and stripped the rest of her garments off, tossing them aside to reveal her womanhood. Addled with lust and vigor, his beautiful and seemingly untouchable sister was naked before him, letting him do as he pleased. Jaina loosened a pathetic whimper when Tandred roughly pulled her into his arms, growling aggressively at her earlobes as his dexterous fingers slowly trailed from her navel to her pink labia. She gasped and squirmed in his arms when he pushed the entrance apart with his two digits, the liquids secreted from her arousal were indeed warm and plentiful.

"You're soaking wet sister." Jaina buried her head into his chest, the mention of their blood ties just added on another taboo excitement. Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, a verse she was well acquainted with in many of her favorite erotic novels. She shivered in delight when his fingers rubbed against her pussy lips, slipping between the folds before they stroke the white patch of hair. Tandred grinned at how receptive she was to his touch, he would satisfy and relieve his overworked sister. He leaned at her ear and placed his hands on her asscheeks, holding them firmly within his grasp by massaging them whole. Granted, Tandred was just finding every excuse to touch Jaina's body at his fancy.

"Let me please you Lord Admiral, I shall relieve you of your stress." The low whisper of a beloved made the archmage's head spin, she pushed her breast against his head and hugged him close to her, smothering her brother between her perky orbs.

"T-Tandred." Blessed by the beautiful mounds that pressed against him so feverishly, the sailor absolutely wanted nothing but to rest his head on those breasts and held her close to him for the night. But they could save the sweet cuddling embrace for later, right now he wanted to please his Lord Admiral.

"Turn around Jaina." The voice teetered between authority and mellowness, either one suits her just fine as Jaina was flexible to either position or role. She rested her entire body against his broad chest, his large and girthy cock pressed against the crack of her ass, she trembled at the throbbing heat that could plunge right inside her body at a moment's notice. She mewed in content when he planted kiss after kiss to the side of her head, to think her brother was a pampering lover, a betrayal to his rough and gruff masculine exterior.

"Oh y-yes." She chattered her teeth when his fingers slipped inside her pussy, pistoning in and out with the squelching sound of her liquids slapping against her skin. She bit her lower lip roughly when he began to massage her breast with his other freehand, cupping and toying her nipples like a toy. A long string moan and pants filled the Admiral's quarters, the sight of her brother's fingers rapidly fucking her pussy made her knees weak and squirm like a dog in heat.

"T-Tandred~" The blissful moans and the complete loss of composure from Azeroth's mightiest hyperventilated Tandred's breathing. Here she was, Jaina Proudemoore, a Lord Admiral and a powerful archmage moaning like a whore with her eyes rolling backwards. He grunted and doubled his efforts, locking her in place with his other arm as she flailed her limb and legs from the pleasure that made her spiral out of control. She clenched the bedsheets to suppress the sensation as Tandred relentlessly fingering her poor cunt by curling his fingers upwards to stimulate her g-spot.

"F-Fuck!" Desperate for attention and needy as ever, Jaina pulled her brother's head for a sloppy kiss, vibrating her thirsty moans in Tandred's mouth as she writhed in ecstasy under his mercy. The burning loins and the painful throbbing cock made Tandred groan from the erotic sight of his sister acting like his own personal courtesan. He humped her rear with his cock and slid the burning mast of meat between the ass cheeks, smearing his pre-cum over her bubble butt that beckoned his attention. She slid her lower body up and down, squeezing the girthy cock between her ass. She could anticipate his manhood that would flood her womb with his cum, or perhaps her brother would fuck her throat and made her swallow his seed with her tongue wagging out. The thought of Tandred degrading her and using her body as he pleased excited and aroused Jaina to no end, she badly wanted to orgasm right now. Years of repressing her innate desires and loneliness had made her wish to release all of her pent up stress and frustrations in the arms of a lover.

"T-Tandred, please- FUCK!" The howl from Jaina and the subsequent fountain that squirted from her pussy took Tandred by surprise. Her toes curled upwards with her body arching backwards, clutching onto him for dear life as she firmly held her waist to him. His squirter of a sister painted and nuzzled to his chest, breathing heavily at the most intense orgasm she ever had in her life. Her bright blue eyes darkened and stared into the stained mattress with puddles of her secretion sticking to the fabrics. Her entire body was hot red with a beautiful blushed covering cheeks, sweat glistened over her forehead and body as the beads of sweat trailed down slowly in the taste of salt and sweet.

"Quite the mess you made sister." His teasing tone made her teether between a slap to the chest or a grabbing his head for a smashing tongue play. She huffed to steady her breathing, by the Tides it's been ages since she let loose like this. Her arms sprawled upon the bed with her legs opened wide, ready for anyone to have their way with her vulnerable puffy red pussy. Tandred swallowed his saliva at sight, the Tidemother had indeed blessed him with such a beautiful sister. He slipped behind her and started to crawl above her, supporting his weight with his two hands to trap his sister between his arms.

"Tandred what are you-" Her string of sentence was silenced when he kissed against the crook her neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys that would mark her as his. She groaned at the sensation of his wet tongue and rough teeth grazing her skin, pain and pleasure joint in unison, with her hands ruffling her brother's hair as the sloppy and squelching kiss made her squeeze her creamy white thighs in delight.

"W-Wait I haven't recovered yet." The weak protest was promptly ignored by Tandred, he trailed the kisses down her collarbone, biting her bare shoulders with his muscular chest pressed against her succulent breasts. Dazed and flushed, her brother's lip service cascaded downwards and kissed the valley of her breasts, the sailor's skillful hands fondled the large orbs, massaging them in a circular motion before he flickered his tongue over her sensitive nipples.

"Oh lord." Licked and lapped, Jaina's engorged breast swelled when he squeezed the other lonely nipple, pinching and pulling it outward with his fingers. The firm and sensitive breasts jiggled in perkiness, his index finger gyrating the tip of the nipple before pinching it tightly, skilfully fondling the pair of creamy tits in repeating motions. The low moans of pleasure and the wet pussy lips desperately humping against his knee made Tandred chuckle.

"Tandred please…" The low pout and the fluttering eyes made his heart beat rapidly, how could such a lovely woman be in his arms right now was beyond him. She cupped his cheeks, feeling like a mother weaning a young infant hungry for milk and felt her stomach fluttering with a myriad of emotions that left her question the nature of their relationship. The mariner tenderly rubbed her cheeks with his thumb before he found the source of humid heat emanated from her nether regions. Bereft of her modesty and her white locks sticking to her features, a grin crept onto Tandred's face when Jaina panted and mewed in anticipation of his next move. Never in his wildest imaginations would he imagine doing this to her.

"T-Tandry." The soft whisper of his pet name they shared in their youth invoked fond memories and ignited a burning passion within the sailor. He pushed apart the folds and was enamored by how engorged and red it was, dripping with excitement and dribbles, he leaned in and blew a small gust of wind to her womanhood, earning a shudder and moan from the staunch alliance leader. Mustering his confidence and courage, Tandred protruded his tongue inside her wet folds, licking and feeling the warm caverns that eagerly welcomed him. Her thick thighs squeezed his head together, with her hand gingerly ruffling the messy sandy blonde hair of the rugged sailor. She gripped the hair tight and let out a content coo from the cunnilingus, her vulva trembling under the mercy of his talented tongue that lapped her clitoris and walls. Aware of the noise they were making, she clamped her mouth with her hands, suppressing the loud moans that would surely earn the standing guards' attention and arousal. Unfortunately for Jaina, her brother only nibbled deeper, gently biting her folds and pulling the outer layer with his teeth as she grinded her hips against his kisser with every vigor and thrust. He could feel her getting close with the jerk of her lower body, her legs wrapped around his head tighter to pull him in. The thigh hug against his head borderline on smothering, she gripped his head in place, almost afraid that he would be cruel enough to leave her when she is close to a mind breaking orgasm.

'Fuck I can't!' Her mind melted in euphoric pleasure when his talented tongue kept ramming inside her, the rough licks and the occasional squeeze to her ass made the archmage mouth a slew of profanities that would leave a sailor blush. She bit her finger and burrowed her head onto the sheets, hoping to find a nearby pillow to scream out her muffled moans.

"Tandred I-I'm close." Eager to please and impress his sister of a lover, the aroused mariner suddenly manhandled her legs over his shoulders, shoving his tongue inside her clitorus as held her thighs in place. The sudden jerk of motion and intensity made a muffled Jaina scream out in pleasure as she desperately, desperately suppressed the noise with two of her hands clamping down on her mouth. Her body arched in the air with her eyes rolling backwards at the mind-numbing sensation that left her mind blank and broken, her body convulsed and spasm violently when she felt the tension stirring within her pussy.

"I'M CUMMING!" The sailor braced for the torrential waves that came at that very moment, splashing and covering him in all of its salty glory. Wave and wave, the torrent of crashing waves subsided and Tandred beamed at his achievements. Indeed, his title as a Fearless explorer and Sailor of uncharted waters is well deserved. Long blissful moans escaped her lips, her mouth gurgling gibberish and nonsensical words. She covered her face briefly, embarrassed and flustered that her own kin saw her pathetic squirting and display. Yet as meek and shy the Proudmoore was, she could not deny that the fire in her loins was sated. She barely had the strength to sit upright when he placed two of his fingers at her lips, coated them with her own juices and essence. The musky scent of salt and sweet permeated her nostrils and she mustered the most innocent facade she could conjure, hoping to satisfy her brother with her perceived innocence and purity. The caverns of her mouth slowly opened, allowing his slimy fingers in before the gates closed shut.

"Mhmm~" She sucked his two fingers diligently, a practice for what's about to come. She feigned her reluctance and pretended to be inexperienced, barely licking his fingers with her tongue dancing around the index with her bright blue eyes locking on his. Yet as moments passed and puddles began to form beneath her aroused womanhood, the daughter of the sea submitted herself to the sailor by bobbing her head up and down, moaning in delight as she deepthroated his rough fingers and gargled them whole with her throat muscles. Her tongue flexed and wrapped around each individual finger, licking and covering them in her spit as she let out long sultry moans to entice her brother further. She held the rest of the hand and caressed them, using it as leverage to suck and lick the indexes like a stray kitten starved of milk.

"Mwah…" Finally thoroughly cleaning his fingers, Jaina opened her mouth widely, revealing Tandred's digits covered in her spit. The strings of saliva that glistened in the warm light and the erotic sight of his sister's nimble tongue cleaning her lips paralyzed the mighty sailor. The archmage swallowed her saliva and smirked at his reaction, mayhaps he thought of her as an unsullied maiden naive to sex?

'How wrong you are brother.' She began to lower her head to his lower half, the throbbing appendage that was in desperate need of release when one of her fingers touched the tip of his crown. The shudder and low moan escaping her normally stoic brother made her grin, oh she is going to enjoy this. It appears her brother's weak spot lies in his crotch, a vulnerability which she must attend to immediately.

"Tandred, let me relieve you of your burdens." Her fingers danced across his muscular chest, slowly pinning him to the fluffy pillows that rested against the headboard. The fearless explorer of the seas slowly watched his sister cupped her breasts together, pushing them and squeezing the creamy tits that yearned for his tongue. She roamed her delicate hands around her body, tenderly caressing her skin before they reached his thighs. The slow foreplay from her left his cock in an agonizing pain, it twitched and throb when her hands were mere inches away from the full mast, only to retreat them like waves washing ashore.

He whimpered at the sexual frustration and the burning loins, a reaction that Jaina loved wholeheartedly. She began to cup his testicles, finally putting her soft dainty hands to good use. The enlarged scrotum was toyed and caressed, albeit too gentle for his liking. He chattered his teeth when he felt a tingling sense of icy cold at his balls, a cooling frost that was almost ethereal. He gasped when he saw the faint azure glow in her eyes, seven hells is she using magic?!

"Jaina are you sure-" He hissed when the rime and frost intensified, the frosty sensation on his balls and her warm grip on his nuts worked in perfect harmony. The vixenish sister grinned at his reaction and slowly kissed his shaft, planting soft yet succulent icy kisses from the base to the tip. The musky smell of his manhood was just overwhelming Jaina's senses, she could imagine this absolute sea beast plowing through her defenses and making her scream in perverse pleasure. For now however, she would need to return the favour.

"Trust your sister Tandry." Again with the nickname… oh who was he to deny it? He loved the admittedly childish nickname she dotes on him, it was affectionate as it is intimate, a testament to the unique bond the siblings share for one another. He let out a sigh of content, his sister diligently kissing and massaging his cock by licking its cock with her talented tongue.

"Take it slow sister, we have all night." Unfortunately his words seemed to have the opposite effect, always one to defy him out of the older sibling rule, she instead took the whole length of his cock inside her mouth and gurgled it. He nearly let out a boastful cry and firmly held her head in place as she bobbed her head up and down relentlessly, the icy touch on his balls and the warm enveloping mouth that clamped on his dick made Tandred let out raspy and husky pants. Her bright blue eyes firmly locked on his, her pink mouth glistened with their saliva and her vaginal discharge, the sandy pubic hair that grazed against her nostrils and her disheveled hair was just the sexiest sight to the sailor. The subsequent groans of pleasure further motivated to continue, teasing and lapping the cock in her mouth that was admittedly too big for her to fit. She slowly parted her lips from the wet hot cock and took in some much needed air, the raspy pants and exaggerated moaning to let her dearest brother know that she wasn't quite done with him yet. This was an amateur display from Jaina and she knew it, it's been ages since she properly pleased a man and she was determined to perform her best. She swallowed the pre-cum and saliva that mixed together, deliberately showing off her curves and flexibility of her tongue.

"Is this to your liking captain?" Tandred's lips curled upwards and when his sister pressed her cheeks against his cock, rubbing against the veiny appendage that was coated in her own saliva. He twisted his hips and slapped his fully erect cock against her cheeks, sullying the archmage face by whipping his penis against her beautiful complexion.

"Oh yes." The frost mage giggled at his audacious act and kissed his sacred relic again, though Jaina would hardly call herself a prude, she was reluctant to allow just anyone to do this without her permission. Tender and loving kisses to the cock was amplified by the sound of her squelching and loving moans, she nuzzled against her brother's sheathe and worshiped the crown again by enveloping the upper tip to take the whole length in. She slowly picks up the pace by pistoning her mouth against his hips, trusting her head against the cock with every vigor and splendor. Tandred held the side of her braided hair while Jaina continued to gurgle and moan when she deepthroated his entire dick. How could a frost mage be capable of such a sloppy hot blowjob was beyond him.

"J-Jaina, how are you so good at this?" His sister was a natural cocksucker, the delicate suctions, the expert use of her tongue to stimulate his glands, the sloppy warmth of her mouth that begged him to thrust his hips forward and dominate her. She barely answered his question but experience has been a kind teacher to her. She hungrily devoured the cock doubled her efforts, holding onto his thighs for dear life as she gagged and throttled his cock.

"Jaina I'm close!" Sheer unadulterated pleasure took control of Tandred's inhibitions, he held the Lord Admiral's head and shove his balls right onto her chin, slapping against the skin again and again. Jaina gagged and barred her fingernails into his thighs, fully expecting her brother to mouthfuck her senseless with the rapid and uncontrolled pounding to her face. She let out long moans and felt the soreness on her throat as it reached deeper, hitting the back of her caverns and shutting down her ability to think clearly. Overwhelmed by the rhythm, Jaina could barely pick up the pace with Tandred taking full control of her mouth. He thrusted and pounded her throat, slamming his entire hips into her mouth as he let out a cry. The powerful build up and tension rapidly swelled his balls, the aching cock began to pulsate wildly in anticipation of the geyser of semen that would flood the archmage's mouth.

"Jaina!" Both of them held each other for dear life as waves of cum flooded her mouth. Rope after rope, each strand of thick virile semen filled her cheeks, hitting the back of her throat and leaking out from her lips with the excess cum. Her eyes rolled back from the euphoric ecstasy, the musky scent of her brother's explosive cumshot and her sore mouth had indeed defeated Jaina Proudmoore. Her mind was completely blank from the cum filled aphrodisiac that made her blazing hot labia dripping wet and aching for a thorough dicking. Tandred took a moment to catch his breath, hoping to regulate his breathing from ejaculating into his sister's mouth. He gazed at Jaina and pulled his cock out from her mouth, the audible pop sound and the subsequent trails of semen overflowing from her mouth and onto the mattress made the sailor smirk. The sight of the Kul Tiras leader's mouth covered in his seed would ever be ingrained in his memory, the mindfucked expression, the cum stained cheeks and messy bed hair, all of it was just fucking incredible. The very hole that kissed his cheek was now defiled by him, filled to the brim with his semen that reek of salt and sweet.

Her raspy breathing and dazed expression slowly passed and she began to swallow the salty produce of the sailor. Not wanting to waste her brother's efforts, she earnestly gulped and swirled the remnants of his milk with saliva to dilute it, making it easier for her to ingest his delicious load. She let out a delighted moan and licked her lips to wipe the remnants of his cum before kneeling in front of her brother to open her mouth, proudly showing off that she had indeed swallowed all his cum.

"Thank you for the feast, little brother." Akin to a lusty siren, she climbed on top of his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck to gaze her bedroom eyes upon Tandred. His wrung out shaft erected at the sight, it pressed itself against her navel and throbbed uncontrollably when Jaina leaned forward with a wicked grin. By the seas, he has never seen his sister this playful and glowingly before. After all, It's not everyday you get to see your sister suck your cock and swallow your cum.

"No wonder you're such a good negotiator Jaina, you have a talented tongue." She rolled her eyes at the cheap shot from him, her negotiation skills relies on reasoning, empathy and articulation. Her talents in the bedroom however, was something she cared more than she admitted. At the age of 43, her youthful visage had started to show signs of age, though her body was still firm, supple and desirable, Jaina was still conscious of her aging appearance. Tandred had reinvigorated her self-confidence and youth, to be desired and loved is what made Jaina happy the most.

"Don't tease me little brother, this is just for you." It was meant to be in good humor yet Tandred couldn't help but to feel there was weight to her words as her eyes flickered at the soft warm glow of their quarters. He held her nude body to him and caressed her sides, placing the back of his hand on her cheeks that had residue of his cum.

"I'm flattered, I apologize if I was rough with you." She chuckled at his bashful expression, he had never been good with conveying his feelings or emotions ever since they were kids. She ruffled his shore blond locks, thoroughly feeling his hair in the moment of sweet respite after an intense session.

"It's alright little brother, you have been very accommodating to me." The low sensual whisper from her earned the sailor's favour and erection. She took his mouth again and slammed her lips onto his, passionately kissing her brother while grinding against his lap. The tongue tied kiss ended abruptly when Jaina broke the kiss with an uncharacteristically reluctant expression. Her bright blue eyes dilated with fear and concern, causing Tandred to hold her in place out of concern. Had the cloud of lust that plagued their minds subsided? Was it time to face the horrific consequences of their actions? The sailor softened his gaze and whispered to her, hoping to ease her guilt by ending things here.

"We can stop here Jaina, we-" A soft peck to his lips stopped him, though it was nothing compared to the sloppy passionate kiss that left him enthralled, the sweet nature of the kiss was nevertheless pleasant and comforting. The archmage gave a genuine and heartfelt smile, her cheeks flushed to the colour of rose red when she leaned her forehead against his.

"Tandred, please make love to me." It was barely above a whisper, but Tandred heard her loud and clear. This not was mere copulation, or a night of fun and fling, Jaina wanted something more from him. He had never loved a woman before, never surrendered his heart to a maiden. Yet right now, within the warm quarters of her cabin with her supple body tightly pressed against his own, Tandred knew that he reciprocated those passionate and heartfelt feelings in kind. Be it loneliness, solace or succor, he steeled his resolve and cupped her cheek, exchanging tongue and kiss with a soul who dearly needed him. Moans escaped from their lips as he slowly pushed her body to the bed. He positioned himself above her, regulating his panting and placed the tip of his saber into his sister's wet folds. The archmage held her breath when she felt his throbbing member burning her body, the trembling shiver of pleasure and wanton desire just made her let loose.

"Oh yes fuck! I need this!" The veiny cock sundered her pussy lips apart until he plunged deep inside her. The long moans and chattering teeths for both parties echoed across the room. The younger Proudmoore suppressed his desire to brutally ram the Lord Admiral, allowing both of them to connect deeply with one another for the moment. The two stared at each other, two siblings now intimately connected with one another. The storm of feelings brewing within them eventually calmed down, with Jaina cupping his cheeks with the coziest smile she could muster.

"Tandred, thank you." His heart swells at the heartfelt gratitude. Gods, he didn't care anymore.

"We're not done yet sister, let me take the lead." Jaina screeched in delight when Tandred hammered her clit, she squeezed her arms around his neck and found his lips smashing against her own. The sloppy kiss and the relentless pounding from him blanked Jaina's mental capacity, any romantic string of thought was replaced with a pleading desire of Tandred fucking her without restraint.

"T-Tandred" God her sultry moans and the tight envelopment of his cock, his teeth chattered and the raspy pants from the sensation made the gallant sailor ditzy from pure bliss. Her rapid breathing and fucked silly expression doubled down Tandred's effort to please her, His hips pounding away at his sister's mature lithe body he loved dearly.

"Ugh yes!" The wet slapping continued to echo across the room, their sweaty bodies rubbed against each other with Jaina panting wildly. The slew of profanities and dirty talk ensued, yet the romantic passion between the siblings reached a pinnacle high. Jaina fiercely held him close to her, wrapping her legs around his waist to prevent him from slipping away from him. The thorough feeling of his cock stretching her body to the limits made Jaina clenched the bed sheet tight. The Kul Tirans gasped and panted, the incorrigible noise of their lovemaking were drowned by the sound of their bed creaking under intense pressure. Their bodies bounced on their beds, any form of subtlety or staying quiet was tossed out of the window with the combined moans from the two siblings.

"T-Tandred, oh yes!" Their hands were intertwined and pinned to the bed sheet, Jaina screeched in bliss and pleasure with every thrust of his cock. The rigorous pumping by the sailor gradually slowed with the glaring reminder of his injury stinging him from the sudden movements, but he pushed aside his mortal weakness and focus on fucking the Lord Admiral. Yet tried his might, the tight walls of Jaina Proudmoore clenched down on his cock and binded their bodies together.

"I'm close Jaina- " He was near limit's end, the tension and pressure rapidly swelling up at the very tip of Tandred's cock. The sight of Jaina's loose tongue that bounced everywhere made him almost release his seed inside of her, her hair was a mess with saliva dribbling down the side of her mouth. The powerful archmage of the Alliance was now subdued to his cock, begging him to be rougher and faster with his strokes. The euphoric look on Tandred's face seemed to tell her that he was about to cum and was attempting to pull out. Her legs squeezed around around his waist and interlocked their bodies together, she yanked his mouth to her and whispered to his ear.

"Don't you dare to stop, cum inside me." The assertive growl of desire drew chuckles from the sailor. With a mighty huff, a surge of strength returned to Tandred's body and his cock continued to drill her pussy with an unrelenting assault, the burning sensation of his engulfing penis made him drool uncontrollably as the squeals of pleasure from Jaina was music to his ears. He pinned down his entire body weight and watched her body writhe with every motion. He used the leverage of his position and gave it his all, pumping and thrusting his hips forward and back like a rabid dog. Jaina squealed and found her knuckles turning white with how tightly she gripped her brother's hand, her eyes rolled backwards with her legs flailing around to suppress the intensity of pleasure. But the moment was upon Tandred when the pressurised geyser built up from within, Tandred's attempt to warn his sister was silenced when her tongue protruded into his mouth for a tongue tied wrestle.

"Mmm~!" The long string of muffled moans from Jaina was followed by the hot strings of semen that flooded her virile womb. Wave after wave, Tandred shove his cock deeper inside of her and filled her up. He let out a boastful cry of victory from the absolute relief of releasing the pent up sexual frustration Tandred swallowed his puddle of saliva and stared at Jaina, his strong and independent sister was now completely defenseless and vulnerable. The barely comprehensible words and the garble of pleased noises from her was amplified by the little whimpers she mews every now and then. The siblings took a moment to recover from the intense lovemaking session, their eyes firmly locked on each other in wide disbelief at what just transpired between them. Tandred huffed and slowly pulled out from her body and the audible sloppy sound of his cock slipping out of her vagina was followed by his semen flowing out from her vagina. The sheer volume of the leakage from her pussy stained the bed sheets and formed a visible white puddle with the archmage placing a hand on her sweaty forehead.

"So much is pouring out." She could barely think straight now, never had her insides been stirred up so much before. Limited by his injuries, Jaina would have loved to explore more positions and had Tandred fucked her in more positions, rough or otherwise. But she had to be considerate to her dear brother who was still recovering and in dire need of rest. A little disappointing but given they were stationed together for a long time, they have all the time in the world to explore their boundaries.

"That was amazing, thank you Tandred, I needed that." The pair of siblings sat together in silence, clinging onto one another for warmth and comfort. It was undoubtedly a surreal moment, the afterglow of love making was something Jaina always treasured. She closed her eyes and leaned against his burly chest, feeling the rhythmic rise of muscles and weight.

"I think I saw father." The sudden statement shot Jaina up like a magic missile, she glanced at Tandred's expression with her mouth agape, though seemingly unable to conjure up words or reason. The sailor chuckled at his sister's bewildered state, quite the damning sentence to say after their incestous act eh?

"While I was still recovering from my wounds, I was in a dreamlike state and a ferryman approached me, I think that was father. It was exactly like how you described it." Appalled and frankly disturbed to the core, Jaina maintained a calm facade and clung back to his side again. Their father must be rolling in horror and agony after witnessing their forbidden union.

"What did he say?"

"Nothing, he just handed me a pendant and left a photo of our family. In fact It- it's right here." The Ice mage watched as her brother fumbled around his breeches and pulled out a familiar anchor shaped locket from it. Disbelief overwhelmed Jaina for the moment before she went to her dresser and took out the prized possession that matched Tandred's own.

"I'll be damned, matching lockets eh?" The siblings clinked their lockets together, a soothing glow of blue light emitted from the pendant before it went off. Now linked with one another, Tandred wondered what was the true intention behind their father's gift.

"I wonder what he would do if he knew of our situation." The candid whisper from Jaina was met with an equally candid response.

"Probably drown me alive himself." She chuckled at the response. Though it was meant in jest, Jaina would not discount that notion. She nuzzled against his neck and sighed when she felt his hand running through her white blonde hair.

"Sounds like him." The soft murmurs from the admiral made him smile. He leaned towards her ear for a whisper, grazing his nose to her long white locks.

"Jaina, when I was knocking on death's door I- I was terrified." The rare admission from him was accompanied by his shaky voice. He looked away ashamed but a pair of warm lips pressing against his cheek brought much solace and comfort to him.

"Anyone would be." He reached for her fingers and intertwined them together, feeling her soft pair of hands that tenderly worshiped his cock just moments ago.

"I was terrified that you will be alone again. I don't want you to go through the same experience again." The archmage smiled, so it wasn't his mortality that he was afraid of, it was the fact he would be leaving her alone with the weight of guilt in her heart. She steeled her tone and pressed one finger against his cheek, poking them with the faintest cheekiness.

"Your Lord Admiral would never dream of drifting us apart. Mother however, might have some questions the next time we meet her. She is aware of the attempt on my life in Silvermoon." Tandred was absolutely livid, did she really inform their mother of her assassination!? By the Tides, a diplomatic fallout is waiting to happen. Light forbid their next annual meeting.

"And my heroic bravery?" Jaina chuckled at the hopeful tone from him.

"Not so much." He sighed and rested on his chin on top of her bare shoulder, pouting like a little child.

"Of course they would omit my dashing rescue." She closed her eyes and leaned against his cheek, gods she missed the little banters like these. She bit her lower lip when she felt one of his wandering hands cupping her body, rubbing her bare waist sensually with her brother's virile seed still leaking from her lovehole.

"Tandred, I would like to clean up now." He feigned ignorance as his fingers inched closer towards her nether regions again, grazing against the puffy wet hole that begged for his touch. A chill of pleasure shot down Jaina's spine when she felt her brother's muscular hands rubbed her sensual thick thighs.

"Of course."

"Would you join me?" The innocent sounding question was betrayed by the tint of lust clouding her sapphire blue eyes. He merely chuckled and held her close to him again. Their relationship would be tried and tested but come hell or high water, they would see it through.

"As the Lord Admiral decrees."