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   🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ  She may as well have been a rag doll. Nanthis never before thought of herself as weak willed, but she’d melted in his cold touch within a matter of moments; she hadn’t even noticed that he’d regained control of their positions and held her against the wall. Where was her control? The training that she’d given herself over all of these years? She was quite used to the male part of the equation trying their best to dominate her, but it never worked. This time, it had. And there was nothing that she could possibly do about it.

     Her fingers fell slack when he moved her hand out of the way, plump lips parted just enough that she could hear her own hot breaths falling from between them. Luminescent orbs fell to watch the hand that had moved her from around him, and it was as though everything suddenly moved in slow motion, but only for a fraction of a second. The moment that he lifted her, her lips snapped shut, and one slender arm slipped tightly around his neck in the same fashion that her ankles locked about his waist.

     Before the rogue had even been given a chance to respond, her head fell none too gently against the wall behind her, eyes falling shut and a /thankful/ moan slipped from her lips. In one swift motion he’d eased a terrible ache between her legs and filling her so tightly that shivers traveled down her spine. For the life of her, she could not foresee how they’d gotten to this point–nor how they’d gone so long without completely ravaging each other on sight. Nanthis would swear that it was due to how long it took to get him out of his armor.

   The Kal'dorei took only a moments time of enjoying the tight fit before she pressed her back hard against the wall to hold her properly, and then she clenched her walls tightly, a smirk stretching across her face. “I want you to pull that out of me. I know that you can,” She hissed quietly, her free hand reaching for his hair where she tangled her fingers into it and pulled him forth, so that she could meet his lips for what could have been the hundredth time, even more desperate than the last.

Those bright blue eyes flickered over her as he sank within, watching the expression that came over her as he finally sated that need of hers, made only more obvious by the thankful moan she let slip. The sounds that Nanthis let loose always strummed a cord within him that sent him over the edge, and this time was no different. His hips ground slowly into hers while she squeezed herself around him. A growl dripped from his lips as she taunted him in that way, squeezing her warmth around him beyond what he could imagine.

Her words curled his lips ever so slightly, licking at his lips for a moment as if savoring the idea of how her demand would feel. “Mmm, taunting will get you everywhere.” He teased, if only for a moment, before he grasped tightly at her hips, fingers pressing hungrily into her flesh as he steadied himself. Those deathly blue eyes looked down at where they joined, watching as he started to pull his hips back.

It was slow, almost painfully so, his hips parted from hers. With how she squeezed against him, it only made how wet she had become obvious. The sound itself seemed to be dripping, sopping, soaked. And inch by inch, he was emptying her, though she didn’t make it easy, and obviously had no intentions of doing so any time soon. Koltira didn’t mind this at all, in fact, he was smiling as her lips claimed his own again, roughly, with such need. He kissed her back with that same burning passion, though it was more of a cold flame than anything. Even in the throws of passion, his blood ran cold.

  🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ Foreplay was never something that Nanthis was interested in–she much preferred to get right to the point. But her time spent with the Death Knight was unlike time spent with any other–everything about him was different from what she was used to, and it was the reason that she oftentimes let him do whatever it was that he wanted with her. Another quiet noise was made when he laughed against her flesh. “I don’t see what’s so funny,” She breathed, though she had to assume it was the fact that he’d already turned her into far more of a mess than she’d ever given anyone the pleasure to.

    The moment that she had him against the wall, he’d made her regret it. The Kaldorei’s mouth fell open just momentarily in silence, before a quiet gasp was followed by a moan. Had her hitch in breathing not been obvious to him before, it most definitely would be now. Each breath of air she sucked in was matched with a shaky exhale, her toes curling in on themselves and her hips rocking desperately against his hand. He was distracting her; she wanted nothing more than to press his head between her waiting thighs, or disturb everyone surrounding them with their shared sounds of ecstasy–perhaps she could do both.

    Her grip on him tightened once more, before she loosened it. Nanthis wanted to respond to his tease, to make a quip about how she never disappointed, but he’d rendered her silent already, with nothing more than a couple of his fingers. Just as he had, Nanthis’ movements on his arousal increased, her closed fingers pulling and pushing along the length of him at a pace much more quickly than the one that he’d set for her. If he was determined to drive her mad with desire before she was ready, then so would she.

    Still, he appeared to be winning. With her hips in a steady roll against his hand, the woman felt as though she could ride the extremities right through to bliss before he would even grant her what she so truly desired. With illuminated eyes falling shut, she continued to rock desperately against him, her hand moving quickly about his length. “I’m afraid if you keep that up, you’ll find yourself very disappointed.” Came her final response, paired with a single breathless chuckle. “But I’m not above taking care of you in other ways as well. It would keep my mouth occupied with other things so that you don’t get embarrassed when your friends hear.”

The noise of her retort to his laughter against her flesh was barely even there, as if her breath was needed elsewhere. And he was quite sure it was at this point. Blue eyes looked to her as she pushed him to the wall, only to moan slightly as his fingers teased her inner walls, her hips rocking against her hand with such need. She was desperate with her movements, and he wasn’t at all disliking that. In fact, he wanted to push her further, his digits stroking at her inner walls as deeply as he could taunting her to work her hips with a further frenzy. Why shouldn’t she? He wanted to see her lose herself. And that was a fight he was sure to win.

He could feel her trembling against him while his digits pushed her further and further, feeling her working him in the same manner to tease him in turn. Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to be able to catch him up to her in terms of pleasure, despite how much she pumped her hand along his girth. He throbbed under her attention, obviously enjoying it, but she was getting the better deal. Blue eyes glinted with hunger as she rocked her hips desperately against him, telling him he was to be disappointed if he kept this up, pushing her against her limit while she shuddered in pleasure.

Rather than answer her, his fingers continued to pump within her, using this distraction to turn them about again, pinning her to the wall. But now, his fingers slipped out of her, dragging her juices along plump thighs as both hands moved to her legs. He lifted her up, lining their sexes together so that his bulbous head could drag against her teased sex. His cool body was leeching heat from hers, but that didn’t seem to ruin her mood, or curb her desire. “Don’t worry about that, I want you make as much noise as you can.” He growled playfully, those blue eyes burning.

 🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ Pain was a luxury that Nanthis was still able to feel in its rarest form, and she was no stranger to it. The pain that he inflicted on her, however, was always paired with a pleasurable tingle that traveled and left her throbbing between her legs. The rogue shut her eyes while he continued his assault on her neck, her breath picking up minutely and paired with intermittent quiet moans. She hadn’t wanted to release her grip on his hair to undress him, but she hadn’t had much of a choice unless she just wanted to stand here all day, and not continue on the road to where they were both anxious to reach the destination of.

  The way that he spoke against her skin left the same kind of chill bumps against her flesh that his cold skin pressed against hers often did after their trysts. The most important thing to her in order to get her properly aroused was the sound of her partner–and his groan fed into her like an innocent lamb to a starving wolf. But the pair of them were far from innocent, and such was only further confirmed with his hand sliding into her undergarments. She sucked in a breath of fresh air at the chill of his hand, but it only added to the way that he was able to make her feel. Biting down on her lower lip, the rogue squeezed her hand fractionally tighter around him before she’d begun a steady pulling motion from the base to summit of his arousal. 

  “Terrible,” She responded, her voice dripping on faux pity in the way that one would console a small child. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” As if to emphasize her words, Nanthis ran her thumb in circles over the tip of his length, fangs catching her lower lip while her hips shifted and she squirmed against his hand. The next time she spoke, her voice had taken on a much different tone. Soaked with lust mixed with desperation, her free hand braced the back of his neck, fingers curling against the skin. “Just like I’m sure you’ll take care of me." 

  She gasped with the curve of his fingers, pushing the full weight of her body down onto his hand. With that, the assassin trailed her fingers to his shoulder, so that she could shove it off of her and spin him so that his back pressed against the wall. Fingers sprawled against his chest, she pried her fingers from their working on him so that she could push his underwear down, and she met his gaze. "Allow me.”

Perhaps it was the fact that he no longer breathed as a living person might, but the slightest change in her breathing was blatantly obvious to him. Especially with his lips attached at her throat. She was getting worked up, letting slip quiet moans right into his ear, but barely any louder than that. The heat from her was building, he could feel it plan as day, a chuckle rumbling in his throat and letting loose against her neck. Muffled as it was, she could likely feel the vibrations from the noise. When she sucked in that breath of air at his touch, he knew it was well received, and continued to allow it as she made sure to return the favor.

A noise of pleasure dripped from his lips as she wrapped her hand around him, squeezing him tightly to ensure he felt it. The slow pulling she made along his length, making sure to trail every inch, was delightful, shuddering from the pleasure that gave, though the way her voice echoed in his ear was quite the distraction. He had to break from her neck then, watching her as she brushed her thumb in circles over the bulbous head of his girth, only to hear her following words dripping quite heavily with her need. Just as her sex was beginning to do to his fingers. That, was quite the comparison, and one he thoroughly enjoyed. Especially as her hips worked against his fingers as they curled into her.

The only warning he had that she was going to move was how she tightened around his fingers, squeezing them before he felt his back hitting the wall. A chuckle dripped from his lips, feeling her fingers splaying against his bare chest as her other hand started once again to stroke him, though not before stripping his underclothes away, leaving him bare before her. His fingers continued to pump into her, eagerly teasing her sex as she teased his. It seemed quite fair to him after all. Those blue eyes burned all the brighter as she spoke, his hips working into her touch. “Don’t disappoint~” He teased in turn, licking his lips ash e looked down upon the Kal’dorei.

The second her robes came down, she instinctively pressed her bare chest against his to stave off the crisp cold but it was already too late for that. She didn’t care, however, about the temperature at that moment. There was no attempt to bite back the moan that escaped her when his lips found the warm skin of her neck.

Tilting her head to the side to give him more room, her fingers found a way back into his hair and she tugged on is white locks. Her free hand gripped his arm tightly so she wouldn’t lose her balance and her lips parted slightly, emanating her sounds of pleasure. 

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She yelped slightly when he pulled her in closer to him and gave him a smile of disbelief. Even after everything she told him about herself, he didn’t walk away Her eyes searched his face for anything that would explain why but she eventually realized that he truly liked her, as she was standing in front of him.

That fact alone made her blush furiously. “You are…” she smiled and shook her head. Biting her lip, her eyes darted from him to her shoes a few times until she looked back at him and smiled. A genuine, warm smile. 

“You are nothing like I expected in a death knight,” she admitted softly. Reaching up, she kissed him and grinned. “And this is one of the few times in my life that I’m glad I was proven wrong. Where you this…captivating in your life, too?” 

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The reddening of her cheeks was hard to miss, even at this proximity. his gaze remained connected with those emerald green eyes, watching as she shook he head, trying to contain herself after his words. A chuckle fell from him as she said he was something like she expected a Death Knight, and he found that to be quite amusing. Death Knights were hardly like what was expected after all.

The kiss distracted him for a moment, and it was one he enjoyed, pressing his lips back against her own for the short moment they were connected. Her words broke the kiss, and he didn’t mind, but his smile soon faded as she questioned him about his life, when he was living.

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“No. I don’t blame you.” He let out a sigh, “I was very close to joining the Lich King’s ranks myself. Only my comrade pulled me out of the fighting.”

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The words had been candidly spoken, not thinking to perhaps whom he addressed. Those blue eyes watched as the young woman removed her helm, the ornate equipment not matching the rest of what she wore. That struck him as odd, but not everyone was as...particular about their gear, he supposed. But what held his attention was the blade she carried, or perhaps, the one that had been left behind. Carefully, those blue eyes slid to the crimson stain upon the sands, before looking back to the smaller woman.

The creature that had been standing there was...strange. But, perhaps he was the strange one here. There had been almost no resistance as Byfrost cut through the thing, making it drop the blade and disappear in a burst of smoke and paper. Long ears shifted lightly as he tried to piece out what kind of thing could do that, but not even Rogues did such things. His thoughts were interrupted by her words, his gaze focusing on her directly, instead of blandly staring in her direction, lost in thought.

@ebonbladed liked for a starter Post Lordaeron.

  Daelen had been tirelessly working throughout the day, healing various injuries from open wounds to more.. internal ones, for folks who had gotten out of the Blight but not without damage to their lungs and insides.

  Poor things. It made his skin crawl, recalling the gas- which he dutifully had pushed out of his mind as he worked, though it resurfaced often with each new patient injured by it. By the end of the evening, Daelen was weary, making his way away from the injured for a bit of a break- one that inevitably involved a cigarette.

  Leaning himself against the ledge of the parapet, his golden gaze was watching the distant beds full of injured soldiers, eyebrows furrowed in thought. It took him a moment to register the figure that approached him until he was a short distance away.

  “Am I needed?” He asked, eyeing the other curiously. “You don’t seem like you require attention yourself.”

Upon coming to the infirmary, Koltira wasn’t surprised to see it busy and overfilled. The Horde that had failed to take the mask in time were in a sorry state. It was almost painful to see, yet he had his orders. Otherwise he would have stayed far away from this place, from Sylvanas. He had no want to be caught by her again.

“No, your attention is not required. Sorry to interrupt your break.” He gave a slight bow, a way of greeting. “Koltira Deathweaver. Of the Ebon Blade.” as if that weren’t entirely obvious by his very being. But, it was supposedly polite to introduce oneself to another at the first meeting, and the Death Knights had plenty to deal with without being uncivil. At least, the ones who could manage such a thing.

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      Death Knights? In Thunder Bluff? Given the war it seemed as if anything was possible now. Yet unfortunately this arrival of undead champions was unannounced. If there was one thing that put the tauren of Mulgore off more than Forsaken - it was the Death Knights. 

           In these days of high stakes and discarded honor, Baine’s patience was drawn thin for the antics of the undead. Any other time he would have met this party of Death Knights with as much welcome and respect as they were due - yet this day his cordial nature was replaced by one of reasonable frustration. 

        With a group of tauren honor-guard behind him, Baine marched up to the Death Knight at the head of the undead company. 

“Warchief Windrunner sends enough unannounced visitors to my people’s land already. She claims it is to ‘maintain prosperity’. What excuse does the Ebon Blade have?”

The agitation that Baine felt was clear in his words, and his posture. To the point that even Koltira was aware that it was a very thin line that he walked to keep himself and his party from being thrown from Thunderbluff by force. Though, he had to raise an eyebrow at the idea that they were here unannounced. That wasn’t how it was to be.