Salyndor's eyes traced the slender form lying atop his bed. The thin sheets could hardly hide her beautiful curves, or her nakedness; the very idea sent a symphony of shivers down his spine. Her cheeks were rosy with sleep, and long, dark eyebrows swept the fullness of her face. A thick mane of auburn hair spread out across the plush, cotton dressed pillow on which her head delicately rest. Her deceivingly soft arms held the blankets to her bare chest. She'd fallen asleep waiting for him. A blossom of guilt welled in the warlock's chest, but he forced it down and made to approach the bed. He stopped and shrugged out of his robes and they pooled into a purple heap on the rug just beside the bed. Very quietly, Salyndor crawled onto the mattress and touched her shoulder. After a moment of stillness, the woman stirred. Her eyelids fluttered open, and warm, chocolate eyes rested on him. She stretched for a few moments, the blankets falling away to expose her chest and shoulders. His eyes flickered a moment, and smiles curved their lips. He was a man, and there was nothing wrong in indulging in her beauty, her eyes told him. Salyndor raised a hand, and stroked a long, white scar that ran from the left side of her clavicle, downward to the swell of her breast. His fingers trembled like a newly wed's might, and her molten eyes watched him as she shivered beneath his touch. When their eyes met again, his acid-green irises cast a sickly glow against her pretty face.
"Good evening, Love," Ava greeted him warmly; her arms wrapped around his neck, and he gave in, lying down on one side to face her.
"I am sorry for arriving home so late. It is unacceptable for me to keep you up waiting."
He bowed his head to her, inky-black hair falling across his slender face. She simply shook her head, hands entangling his long, silky hair. As her fingers moved, his eyes began to fall closed. A strange, calming sense always filled him when Ava was around. It wasn't often that they could spend an evening together, both of them deeply involved with their work. Two opposites that flowed together as naturally as fish through a stream. Ava leaned in and brushed her petal-soft lips against his and the tender feel of flesh on flesh was a sudden pleasure Salyndor couldn't keep to himself. He gave a soft, breathy moan against her, felt her lips curl up in a faint smile. The kiss deepened as he traced her lower lip with his tongue, asking permission that she eagerly granted. Their tongues intertwined, and his arms wrapped loosely around her slender waist. She traced his canines and he winced, afraid that she might slice her tongue, but he didn't taste blood when she suckled at his lower lip a moment later. Salyndor pulled her half-covered body against his as the kiss broke. Ava blushed when she felt him through the silky sheets.
"I-I apologize," he murmured in her ears; she only chuckled, hands sitting against his shoulders.
"No need to. If I did not want you, and yes, I mean every inch," she winked, "Then would I have allowed you into bed?"
Forgiven, Salyndor laughed softly as well, his body trembling against hers. The warlock found himself completely at her mercy while in her grasp; he could scarcely control himself, his thoughts. Her slender body, so powerful and soft against his own, eyes wide and deceivingly innocent. The very knowledge of her presence made his cheeks flush, and his body react in such obvious ways. Even now, as her slender fingertips stroked downward across his chest, he melted.
"You tease me," Salyndor moaned and her eyes flickered up to meet his acidic-green ones.
For a tense moment, those smiling eyes frowned. Even beneath the gleaming green, the Paladin could sense the very flow of energy that gave the Warlock his title. A shadow clung to the elf, and it stunk of something awful. In his eyes she could see the flash of a new color, something that would further prove his meddling with Fel energies. The very irises themselves were beginning to fade into a soft lavender. She gasped softly as she watched the slow change for herself. When he blinked, she did as well, and jerked her chin sideways. Salyndor winced, and hugged her a little tighter to him.
"Are you alright?"
Ava was quick to turn back to him, hugging around his strong shoulders once more.
"Oh, of course. I apologize."
Salyndor nodded, though he didn't believe her. He knew what she'd seen in his strangely lit eyes, and this Paladin was perhaps the only one who could shame him into ignoring the vicious tug of Fel energy to which he clung so tightly. The warlock heaved a low sigh, and kissed the woman's forehead.
forget about it." he said after a moment, stroking a hand up and down her back.
Ava nodded and smoothed her hands down his chest. The elf was surprisingly slender for his race, with little muscle tone beneath his creamy white skin. He wasn't a fighter like she was, he allowed a demon to do his handiwork. Still, she seemed to revel in his nakedness and her hands stopped on his hips.
"Well then, this will perhaps be our only night alone for a while. I leave tomorrow morning,"
Her eyes cast downward, and he gently cupped her chin; he hated to see her upset.
"Then we will spend every moment of tonight together, alright?" he stroked her hair and offered a kind smile. "I promise myself to you,"
Letting go of her, he stretched out across the mattress, letting his free hand splay across his pale chest. Ava gave a soft chuckle and leaned over top him; her full hips straddled his and her lips brushed across his chest. As pleasure lapped at him in slow, gentle waves, Salyndor found himself thinking about the events that led him here. He'd saved this girl once, years before from his brother, Thane. And somehow, during his banishment, he'd met up with her once again. She had approached him on horseback as he strode down the cobblestone paths of Elwynn Forest. She'd drawn her blade. In perfect Common, he'd told her his story, and asked her name. When she had answered, his heart swelled, the familiarity of it had brought a smile to his face. Shortly after, they fell in love and ended up in this quaint house in the forest. And now he lay in bed, with this beautiful woman kissing and stroking his chest. Under said touches he moaned softly, arms lying limp at his sides. Her fingertips brushed across his arms, up through his chest and shoulders, then downward across his stomach. Each place her fingers touched, she left a tender kiss. It was a brief but pleasurable meeting of flesh each time, and under it he trembled.
"I do tease, my dear, and I know you enjoy it," she offered somewhere close; his long, pointed ears twitched downward, and he moaned in response.
"That I do
Salyndor thoroughly enjoyed her caressing every inch of his slender body. She spent a good amount of time as she moved across him, keeping the blankets overtop her lower body to keep out the cold. He watched her through narrowed eyes, moaning and whimpering as she reached more sensitive areas. His body gave into her taunting a few times during the course of her exploration, and she lapped him up eagerly, brushing the messed auburn hair from her face. Even after he lay there, panting and exhausted, she begged him into their love-making, during which he was able to please her. She cried out, and clung to him as if he were her only life source. In truth, he felt bad, claiming her as his very own. It was such a selfish act for her race, though, not for his. Blood elves were made for greed, and possessing whatever they could in the name of a pretty image. They were powerful creatures indeed, betrayed by their own prince, and forced to fend for themselves.
He straddled her now, his chest heaving as he knelt, panting and sweating beneath the silken sheets. Ava still clung to him, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck. He brought her against his chest and rolled onto his back, leaving her atop him. She rested her hands and cheek against his chest and gave a laugh at her own expense.
"Thank you, Salyndor." Ava lifted her head to look up at the man she married; her deep brown eyes were bright to match her smile.
"No need. I will always be here for you, even if it means running myself ragged." the warlock laughed, wrapping his arms around her.
The young couple fell silent, still trying to catch the breath they'd so willingly allowed to escape. Eventually, they would whisper their sweet I love you's. Her hand would splay out across his chest, and his arms would be loosely draped around her slender sides, his hands resting at the small of her back; they would share in one last goodnight's kiss.