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It felt like a dream, for there was no way Sylvanas Windrunner was truly here, in this place, sitting on his leg and rubbing herself against his cuisse, sweet little moans escaping from those spit shiny plum coloured lips. Anduin wanted to touch her so much, but he couldn’t help but fear that putting his hands on her would make her dissipate into nothingness. And so he kept his fists tightly clenched at his side, biting his lip not to say something silly. With each movement, her lithe body twisted, chest heaving as she panted. Anduin groaned, he wanted to touch her, why couldn’t he touch her? His eyes were dark, their natural blue completely swallowed by his dilated pupils. Finally it became impossible to resist and Anduin grabbed that small waist with one hand, praying to the Light that she wouldn’t disappear, that if it was a dream, it would continue.
“Yes”, she groaned, feeling the warmth of his touch through the leather of his glove , “touch me, little lion. I want to feel your hands on me.”
Those words were just too much for Anduin, breaking down the dam of his self-control and letting his lust and desire surge through. Wrapping both hands around her delicate waist, the priest pushed her more fully on his leg armour, ensuring her leather covered cunt would rub against each grooves, each filigrees instead of the teasing way she had been brushing herself against him.
A scream of pleasure tore through Sylvanas throat as her lion made her grind against him, her eyes rolling in her head as she shook with bolts of pleasure.
She was so beautiful like that, her face twisting in pleasure was the most incredible thing Anduin had ever seen in his life. He didn’t know if his hands were big or if it was just her waist that was tiny but the way he could lace his fingers together around her just made him grow hard enough to put diamond to shame. Letting his head fall back against the chair back, Anduin growled low in his throat. He wanted more, more of her, more of her skin. Light, he closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift as he tried to get himself back under control. It was not the thing to do as a vision suddenly came to his mind and made him swallow hard. He had never thought about this kind of thing but if it was just a dream, then it wouldn’t be wrong to satisfy such a desire, right?
“Dark Lady”, his voice was raw with barely contained lust. “May I…”
“Yes little Lion, do whatever you want.” Her voice while in the throes of lust was incredible. It was always melodious and seductive but her desire just made it all the sweeter.
Quickly pulling her up and off his leg, Anduin grabbed her leggings with both hands and pulled with all his strength, the stitches ripping apart as he bared her body to his eyes until the only thing she still wore was the delicate piece of armour covering her most private place making it look even more like a pair of panties. The surprised Banshee said nothing as she watched his glove-covered hands take off her greaves and boots before doing a short work of her breastplate and leather under armour. Light, she was without a doubt the most perfect woman in Azeroth and beyond. Almost tenderly, Anduin grabbed her by the hips before manhandling her back on his thigh. The only thing that was missing was to be on his throne and his fantasy would have been complete. Well, other than the fact that having his gorgeous creature in Stormwind throne room would mean people gawking and it was not a sight Anduin wanted to share though he also wanted everyone to know that the Dark Lady was his, and his only.
Sylvanas began moving on his cuisse again and Anduin’s gaze slowly moved over that gorgeous body, that pale periwinkle skin, the heavy breasts that swayed in time with her movements. Releasing her waist with one hand, he slowly dragged his fingers along her belly, watching her muscles contract and release as she rode his thigh, before reaching her heaving tits. He palmed one, weighing it before fondling it, rubbing his thumb teasingly against the hard peak of her plum nipple. She let out a sound that could only be a squeal at the touch, body arching back. It’s when Anduin saw it, a small barely visible scar under her left breast, as if someone had tried and failed to stab her in the chest. His brow furrowed angrily at the thought and without thinking he called on to the Light and worked it in her skin, erasing that scar until there was nothing but silky skin under his eyes.
The slight pain brought on by the Holy Light was the last push Sylvanas needed as her orgasm hit her. She moaned and moaned, twitching and shaking as waves of pleasure rendered her mindless, squirting all over his cuisse, coating his armour in her juice. Her mouth opened in a scream, her vision going white, body turning limp in Anduin’s hands.
The man could do naught but stare at the puddle of pleasure the beautiful elf had turned into. Could it be the Light? Breathing strongly to control his own arousal, Anduin called on the Light, canalising just a hint of Holy in the tip of his thumb and index as he pinched softly her nipple. The reaction wasn’t long to come as Sylvanas howled in pleasure again, as if the Light had made her even more sensitive. Grabbing her by the waist again, Anduin began moving her body against his thigh again, feeling her shake as pleasure threatened to submerge her again. He could feel his own pleasure grow as she reacted to his ministrations and he knew he would come just like that, just from seeing and hearing her come for him. The need to mark her was strong, incredibly so and as his own orgasm crept in on him, Anduin let himself succumb. Coating his teeth in Holy Light he bit in the flesh of her trapezius, sinking his teeth inside the muscles and piercing through the skin. She screamed at the pleasure-pain of his bite as she was pushed into another orgasm, her reaction dragging the man with her in a typhoon of pleasure. His vision turned white as Anduin felt himself released before everything turned black.
Opening his eyes, Anduin blinked at the sight that greeted him. It seemed he had once again fallen asleep at his desk. So it was just a dream, he sighed disappointed. Pushing his chair away from his desk, Anduin went to change out of his armour when he noticed that one of his sash was sticking to his cuisse. Moving the now damp sash away from his armoured thigh, Anduin could do nothing but stare at the shine of liquid on the metal. He disbelievingly pulled his gloves off before rubbing the tip of his index on his armour. Bringing his finger to his face Anduin breathed in deeply. Under the scent of metal, he could smell something sweet and before he even realised what he was doing, his finger was in his mouth, tongue twirling around the digit as sweetness coated his taste bud. When he pulled his finger free of his mouth, the young king was surprised by the sight of a fleck of something on his knuckle. Turning slowly on the ball of his feet, he approached a mirror conveniently placed on his wall and looked at the fleck of black around his mouth, the flecks of her ichor. Light, if she had done this, he could only hope she would do it again.