#vampirefucking

He guided you to a lavish, grandiose chamber. The ceiling was high, the tapestry that hung from above was otherworldly in its beauty and intricate details, and the floor swirled with patterns that glowed as you stepped over them.

“This was Lana'thel's chamber. And this was her wardrobe..." he said as he strolled over to a magnificent, towering dresser. "Whatever you like is yours."

You nearly squealed in delight as you sifted through the gorgeous gowns, robes, and jewellery. You turned to look at him - his eyes were soft and a content smirk plastered his face.

You found an outfit suited for such a dignified, filthily rich elf as yourself. The Blood-Queen's robe was adorned with beautiful silver garnishings, real emeralds, and silk finer than Lore'themar's hair.

Your face lit up as you turned to look at him. He gazed at you as if you were the most beautiful creature in the world, you couldn't help but feel that he was right.

He bowed before you. "There aren't many of us left, but my, do those robes suit you. There is one thing left, however."

He strode over to a chest adorned in scarlet and gold filigree. The inside glowed as he pried it open. "Yes, perfect."

He lifted something enormous out of the box. His voice trailed off as he spoke.

"This..."

"This you may recognise."

It was Lana'thel's crown.

He carried it with the tenderness that one would hold a newborn baby with, as if it would shatter upon him dropping it. He positioned himself behind you and affixed the crown of Lana'thel onto the back of the robes, and gently placed the headpiece onto your crimson hair.

You felt his hand on your back, and he appeared beside you, gesturing for you to come with him. He guided you over to an incredible, gargantuan mirror with an intricate golden rim. You peered at your reflection and gasp. You were absolutely stunning in her clothes. You were born into vast wealth, but never had you worn something so grand and so fitting.

You could see him in the reflection behind you, wiping tears from his eyes.

You turned around to look at him directly. He knelt before you. You laughed and pulled him up to kiss you.

He lingered, and pressed his lips against yours tenderly. He seemed nervous to touch you, but you took his hands and guided them to your hips.

You laughed in between kisses, and he took a moment to stare at you with a puzzled look on his face. "Get those robes on," you commanded him, "We're going somewhere."

He deftly dressed in the crimson, gold and emerald robes that he had been carrying with him. You already knew he looked good naked and in plate armour, but as the cloth pressed against his defined chest you knew that your living self would have been drooling.

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, and his stupid, cocky smirk was enough to melt your cold, dead heart.

He glided over to you and kissed you gently, before withdrawing to look you in the eyes, that damn smile on his face made you feel things that in your previous life you would have never admitted to.

"Hold on," you whispered to him. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed his head to your chest. You began casting, and seconds later, with him still tight against you, you were both standing in Eversong Woods.

He looked around, awe-struck. "Is this..." his voice trailed off.

You nodded. He stared into the distance, his mouth agape.

"It has been so long..." he began to speak, but you hear his voice catch in his throat. He brushed tears from his eyes.

You took his hand and began walking with him through the golden woods of Quel'thalas.

The entire time he was silent, and you took care to watch his expression. His countenance was plastered with a mixture of nostalgia, shock, and overwhelming sorrow and excitement.

You knew exactly where you were, but you weren’t sure if he remembered. You reached the peak of a small hill, and in the distance the gleaming spires and walls of Silvermoon City stood tall and proud.

He fell to his knees and sobs wracked his entire body. You leaned down and put your arms around him, running a hand through his white hair.

You pulled him upright and he leaned into you. You kissed his forehead and he turned to gaze upon the magnificent city glistening in the horizon.

The city was glowing, even in its reaches untouched by the sun. Restoration had been rigorous for the past few years, and the city was thriving more than it had for many years. The Dead Scar had almost completely healed and the Ghostlands were slowly but surely returning to normalcy after the extermination of remaining Scourge.

You took his hand in yours and ran your thumb along his knuckles softly. "Come with me, I have something to show you," you said to him.

You uttered a single word and within a fraction of a second you were now both before a magnificent palace.

"Welcome to Bloodreaver Manor.”

The gates of Bloodreaver Manor stood tall and proud, its intricate golden filigree glistening in the sunlight. Its pristine ivory towers loomed overhead and gleamed impressively.

You were still holding his hand, and you turned to look at him. His face was contorted into a puzzled countenance.

"Where... are we?" He questioned. You couldn't help but laugh. Oh, how amusing that he didn't know who you were.

"This is MY citadel, dear. Mine and mine alone."

"This... is yours?" he stuttered. Oh, he must have been of common descent before he died.

You nodded. You traced your fingers along the gate and an ephemeral hole appeared at the base of the doors for you to step through.

"The gates are really just for show,” you began,“We usually don't make use of material doorways… “ you paused before continuing. “My parents had this built for me thousands upon thousands of years ago. It has remained untouched by the Scourge and by the common folk due to its... unique location."

He looked around. You weren't kidding. Your palace had been built on the top of an incredibly steep behemoth of a hill. Without teleporting to it, there wasn't much of a way to get to your abode otherwise.

You yanked his arm through the portal as he gazed dumbstruck at the magnificent view the hilltop offered. You let out a short laugh and pulled him close to you as the portal closed behind you both. You kissed him gently on the forehead and then gestured with your arm for him to look forward.

The ceiling was ridiculously high and decorated with living images of nymphs and magical creatures that danced behind a frame of golden filigree. The floors and walls were a beautiful ivory that gleamed in the sunlight filtering through an enormous stained-glass window looming over the entire room.

The sunlight cascaded onto the floor in a blood-red hue as it passed through the window. The entryway itself was large enough to throw a ball, and you grinned as you thought to yourself how he'd feel once he saw the actual ballroom.

You guided him up the scarlet, carpeted stairs adorned with golden banisters. A chandelier hung above you, glittering in a thousand places with sanguine sunlight.

As you traversed each magnificent corridor of your palace, his mouth hung agape. Now and then, you'd pass a broom dusting the floor by itself - you had no living servants, only enchanted household items that would do the cleaning without question.

You showed him the ballroom, a grandiose cavern of a room hidden behind two scarlet, gilded doors. Intricate patterns of solid gold detailing glittered throughout the space. The windows in there were not stained glass, and the sun shone raw and unfiltered, causing the entire room to glow magnificently. He was silent and awe-struck, and a smirk crept onto your face. This was only part of the tour. You were eager to show him the best spot in the manor.

The bedroom.

You opened the enormous, scarlet doors to reveal your favourite place in the world.

Tapestries from many worlds hung from the ceiling, and the walls were lined with ornate, stained-glass windows. Between each window were mounted candles that lit themselves upon your entrance. Your enormous bed dominated the room, sheathed in dark veils and overflowing with a beautiful crimson duvet.

Of course, there was a plethora of mirrors, dressers, makeup tools, jewellery, and a few large portraits of yourself looming over different sections of the room.

You took him by surprise as you grabbed him by the back of his robe and threw him at your bed. He landed with a soft thump and laughed. You blinked towards him and loomed over him at the edge of the bed, your eyes searing into him with lust. A knowing look enveloped his face and he laughed impetuously. He then purred and beckoned you forward.

With a flick of your wrist, your royal robes began to remove themselves from your body, gliding over to your house-sized closet and neatly putting themselves away.

Now only in your silken undergarments you crawled onto the enormous bed and laid next to him.

He leaned to kiss you, and his hand cupped your crotch over your underwear. You felt yourself swelling a bit. He began to clumsily remove his own robes with his hands. Hah. Non-mages could be so precious sometimes.

You had more than enough spare clothing that he could wear. You simply hooked a finger around the collar of the robe and tore his clothing off, shredding it into several pieces. Whoopsies.

He growled and rolled on top of you. He pushed your undergarments down your legs, revealing your erect cock. He leaned into you, his exposed cock swollen and throbbing against your stomach.

For a moment you shared a fierce, long kiss. Neither of you needed to breathe, yet your chests heaved from a lust growing within both of you.

He reared back and plunged his cock into you. He humped hard and fast, taking you by surprise as he pulled out to gush cum all over your stomach. You pulled him by the hair to kiss him again, and as he stroked you, you growled. It was time for the fun to begin.

Red smoke poured from between your faces as you kissed, your eyes setting with the haze of a blood frenzy. He shoved a finger into you and you growled with pleasure. Before he could go any further, you wrapped a hand around his throat and lifted him into the air. You stood up, the soft bed groaning under the sudden shift in weight. His cock was rigid and you saw his fangs begin to slide out from under his top lip.

You leapt from the bed with him still in your grasp, and in a moment of impulsiveness, you crashed through a stained-glass window and threw him ahead of you.

You had forgotten to mention that most of your palace didn't stand on solid ground. The majority of it was in fact floating.

His eyes widened for a moment and he flailed helplessly before twisting his body with the renewed grace of an acrobat. You flattened your arms against your sides and pushed your legs behind you, and like a torpedo you flew towards him at an incredible speed, fire trailing behind you as you rocketed yourself forward with a geyser of flames.

You caught him in your arms and kissed him as you both fell. The trees and buildings of Quel'thalas below looked to be the size of insects still. You locked lips with him and wrapped your legs around his as your descent began to speed up. He grabbed your ass and squeezed, and you ran your fingers through his hair. He was looking up at you, but behind his beautiful face you watched as the ground drew nearer and nearer.

With a thundering boom your entwined bodies crashed into the earth. Trees groaned as their trunks split, rocks flew and spun through the air, and the earth gaped as your forms tore through the dirt, your momentum ripping a crater into the ground as if a meteor had struck the spot.

As this happened, he began moaning thrusting his large cock into you, unfazed by the shattering caused by your fall. As you ground to a halt, you could finally hear his low growls as he pumped himself into you, completely indifferent to the destruction unfolding around you.

You felt him twitching and spasming, and his cum leaked from your ass. Your ears perked as you heard the distant voices of approaching locals. Commoners. Disgusting. "Time to go," you whispered  between sloppy, frenzied kisses, and you both disappeared from the spot just as the dust and debris began to clear.

You were now back in your manor, and he laughed softly when his lips weren't pressed against yours. He slid himself from under you as you lay on the floor of your bedroom into which you'd materialised.

His was cock pressed against your hips as he gently picked you up and brought you back to your bed. He set you down so that you were sitting up. He kneeled in front of you and slid your hard cock into his mouth, and began to tilt his head back and forth. You moaned and pulled his hair. He slowed down, teasing you and torturing you, and his tongue swirled around your cock in his mouth.

He then pulled his head back and stood up. He pushed you down against the bed and lowered himself onto you. He groaned as your dick filled him, and he back to rock back and forth feverishly. As he rode you, his swollen girth bounced over your stomach tantalisingly. You stroked it with both of your hands and he moaned loudly. Cum spurted onto your stomach and you smiled. You put your hands on his hips and he stopped for a moment as you sat up, still inside of him.

You pressed your mouth to his chest and sucked on one of his nipples while you pumped your cock into his swaying, wiggling rear. He gasped and moaned loudly, his voice deep and guttural.

Your hands cupped around his ass and you pumped harder into him, his moaning growing more dramatic with each thrust. His cock twitched against you and you felt it continue to leak onto you. His breathing, only really for display now, grew ragged and laboured as you felt his insides contract around your dick. He swayed faster and faster, and you let loose an anguished cry as your cock gushed cum into him.

Your arms wrapped around his back and his hands found their way to your hips. You held him as together you shook violently and spasmed. He lifted himself off your cock with a sloshing noise, and his fluids along with yours gushed out of his rear.

He pushed you over and held himself above you, his hands at either side of your head. He twirled a finger through your scarlet hair, and leaned down to kiss you. Your arms draped over his shoulders and you kissed him back with such fervor and longing as if upon letting go you'd wake up from a dream. His forehead and nose pressed against yours and he withdrew his lips to whisper to you. "Can I...stay?" He asked.

You laughed and kissed him lightly. "Please," you begged. He lowered himself so that now he laid directly on top of you, grabbed you, and rolled over. You let your head rest against his chest as his hand gently ran through your hair.