Just Let Me Stay a Little While Longer Ch. 02

"You have made a dangerous mistake, Veryn." Sylvanas spoke the words almost idly, her bow drawn with the dark, sinister arrow pointed at her subordinate.

"I have it that you were seen with this feeble woman," Veryn commented. "Your...proclivities were observed. My Banshee Queen would never do such a thing, not with someone still stained with the curse of life."

"You do not know me at all," Sylvanas spoke quietly, confidently. Evident though, beneath the authoritative tones was the note of regret. "You have done much for me, Veryn. You could still do so much more. I will give you one last chance in recognition of your leal service. Back away and leave us."

"I have gone too far to believe that," Veryn replied. "And a bewitched Queen would say the same. I cannot trust your words, Sylvanas. But there is one way to be certain. By killing the prisoner and freeing you. The Queen I know would not disapprove of such a measure."

Sylvanas considered the words, studying her Lord Seneschal carefully. The she quietly said, "So be it," and nodded her assent.

Jaina felt the sudden emotion of betrayal and her fury grew in her, sharpening her magical talents, even as the blade tightened at her throat.

And then all hell broke loose.

Sylvanas threw the bow aside. The Queen of the Forsaken, of all people, knew how useless arrows were for killing the Undead. Piercing an eye or a limb meant nothing to those bereft of life. Instead she produced a formidable blade from seemingly nowhere and threw it in a flat, horizontal arc right at Jaina.

The spinning blade was thrown at such speed that Jaina did not have time to react other than feeling an immense sadness and acceptance of her fate. Then the blade struck home. The dagger at her throat fell and she heard a thump behind her.

Jaina's eyes widened with realization and her swirling emotions manifested in the summoning of two water elementals near Sylvanas. Water sprang from nowhere into the shape of two towering waves, instantly moistening the air and unleashing a terrifying loud noise.

The two skeletons, created to protect their master, raised their primitive weapons to strike at Sylvanas from behind. As the Dark Lady spun to confront them, the two water elementals absorbed the blows meant for her, driving with crushing force into both of the monstrosities. The skeletons endured for a moment, each trapped inside a bizarre column of water. Then the force became too much and they broke apart, pieces of bone and armor dissipating inside the roaring, vertical current.

Jaina watched her creations at work, her body flush with excitement and tension at her near death scenario. She knew what lay behind her but still looked there to see the body. What caught the eye first was the separated head, one that had so recently been right next to her own. Looking at the grisly sight, Jaina saw that the eyes were facing up, now utterly devoid of the unearthly light of the Forsaken.

Veryn Dallbright, Lord Seneschal of the Royal Court of the Undercity, lay decapitated, dead at his own liege's hand.

For a moment both women stood in silence. Jaina looked from the corpse to Sylvanas. The Banshee Queen's red eyes met the blue and her face softened. There was a curious look there, a sense of resolution and decision...and more than a little sadness.

"Not quite what I expected," Sylvanas spoke into the silence. The Banshee Queen turned from Jaina's eyes to regard the two water elemental creations still towering over her, a pile of armoured bones at their feet. "These are quite curious and useful creations. I thought you needed your staff to create them, though."

"Most Archmages do," Jaina said glibly. The flood of emotion she was feeling began to subside. The terror of betrayal, and exultation of being still alive...

"But not you." Sylvanas favoured the young sorceress with a smile. "I clearly chose well."

The Banshee Queen produced a second blade and slashed casually, fatally, at the water elementals. Beings of pure water are almost impervious to common steel, but Sylvanas' dual blades were far more than that. Imbued with mysterious dark magic, they cleaved through each of the summoned creatures, each howling one last time and dissipating. The hurricane of sound they made vanished with them.

The manacled Jaina remained where she was, as she studied the Banshee Queen warily.

"What now, Sylvanas?" Jaina finally asked, afraid of the answer.

Sylvanas regarded her thoughtfully. "I am not sure," she confessed, voice softening to the tone she reserved for Jaina. "But whatever we do, we will do together."

She strode forth and unchained Jaina again. As she strode toward her, Jaina once again could not help but notice the Dark Lady of the Forsaken's sensual stride. As Sylvanas drew away with the key, Jaina caught the blue face of the Banshee Queen and kissed her passionately, fearlessly, devotedly.

When they broke apart, they regarded each other levelly. "I love you, Sylvanas Windrunner," Jaina confessed, head still swimming with her near brushes with death.

Sylvanas paused a moment at the strong words, studying the lovely face of Jaina Proudmoore for a moment, then hurtled into the future.

"I love you too, Jaina Proudmoore."

***

"Guards. Come in and clean up this mess."

The reaction to the command of the Banshee Queen was swift. With a noisy creak, the doors of the Royal Chamber opened yet again to admit her Deathguards. None of them spoke any word of the curiousness of the situation, such as the nature of the wet bones, or even the way their Lord Seneschal lay decapitated on the ground.

Jaina watched the Forsaken guards clean up the aftermath of their brief battle, still affecting her guise as the broken, weakened prisoner. Of course, none of the Deathguard had it in them to challenge their own Banshee Queen and study Jaina closer.

Sylvanas had returned to the Dark Throne. One leg was thrown casually over the other, exposing her sensuous thigh high leather boots, but that was the only part of her appearance that gave her any warmth. Her glowing red eyes shone coldly as she studied the Deathguards as they went about their work, and none of them dared to return that stare.

Only one figure in the room had the courage to look directly at the Dark Lady of the Forsaken. Jaina Proudmoore, Archmage of the Kirin Tor, raised her blue eyes from the floor to give Sylvanas a furtive look. Their eyes met, and Sylvanas' look flickered away from its coldness for a brief moment, giving Jaina a small secretive smile that was somehow full of promise. Jaina flushed at that and cast her eyes down again.

It didn't take long. Two Deathguards together lifted Veryn Dallbright's corpse, and one more each for the pile of wet bones and armour that marked his two former guards.

"Leave us." Sylvanas' voice rang, and the Deathguards departed with their burdens, closing the door behind them.

Jaina looked up at the Banshee Queen after waiting a moment further. "Sylvanas, I am sorry-"

The Dark Lady of the Forsaken interrupted the sorceress' apology. "I am too, Jaina. But I made my own decisions that led to this situation. The fault does not lie with you."

'Even so..." Jaina paused. "He was your Lord Seneschal."

"I will find another." Sylvanas said the words casually, easily, her red eyes burning into Jaina's. "I am more curious as to how he discovered us in here. I will need to be more vigilant."

"Besides-" Sylvanas gave her a bright smile, a full-fledged version of the secretive one she had given Jaina earlier. "You are very special, Jaina. I would do everything I have done again if I had to."

Jaina flushed at that. She did not break off her stare this time.

"He would have killed me," Jaina said.

"He would have tried," Sylvanas countered confidently. "But I never doubted the fact that it would be otherwise."

"You saved my life," Jaina pressed on. "Not just once now, but twice. You could have killed me as a prisoner yourself, as a normal act of war. Or, if your conscience was stronger, simply been a little too slow and let Veryn cut my throat."

Sylvanas looked amused at that. "Conscience! Jaina, sometimes I remember you are so very young and innocent."

Jaina's mouth tightened at the mild rebuke, but Sylvanas' next words softened the blow. "That's why I am so fond of you though. You are so different from this cold place, where only strength and authority rules."

"I think there is still a conscience in you, Sylvanas," Jaina pressed on resolutely. "You may have had to hide it, keep it buried deep within you...but you are more than merely Undead. I see that now, more than anyone."

There was a silence.

Sylvanas' red eyes glowed. "There's not much hope for me Jaina; but there is some yet for you."

The Dark Ranger rose to her feet, giving Jaina a better look at her resplendent form. It was still quite a sight, even for the young sorceress who had recently seen Sylvanas in all of her naked glory.

This had a different appeal all of its own. The corrupted Elvish garments of power, the cowled hood, the power, authority and danger that radiated from this Queen of the Banshees.

"After all, if I had let Veryn kill you," Sylvanas said in a tone so seductive it almost sent Jaina to shivers. "There would be no one else to lick my pussy near so well."

Perhaps there was a bit of something less docile in Jaina, Sylvanas reflected. At her last words, Jaina let out a growl, her cheeks flushed. The blonde sorceress drove up off her knees, her hands still manacled. The chain clanked on the ground as the Archmage drove forward resolutely toward the Dark Throne, and drove her face into Sylvanas' smirking one, locking lips once again with the Banshee Queen.

A lot of emotion can be conveyed with a kiss, particularly a long one with a pair of lusty, mutually desiring participants. Jaina let her recent emotions come to the fore; fury, hopelessness, lust, love and hope. Sylvanas' cold mask broke as she fell into the nature of the kiss, her lips conveying its own aching, urgent desire of unfulfilled lust.

Their lips broke apart at last. Jaina was flushed, the Banshee Queen's own features warmer than the Archmage had ever seen outside of their private sessions. Quickly, deftly, the Dark Ranger produced the key to the shackles, unchaining Jaina and throwing them carelessly onto the floor next to them.

"It appears you are rested from last night, young sorceress," Sylvanas said playfully. "But who shall be first?"

"You saved me," Jaina said, equally coy. "A gorgeous woman once told me that she would reward me for my services. I think it is time I rewarded her."

Sylvanas smirked at that remembrance of their first turbulent encounter. She began to tug again at her breastplate and various garments but Jaina stopped her. "No," the Archmage said quietly. "I like you like this."

"Come now, my dear, this is no way for us to have fun," Sylvanas said crossly.

"You look so fantastic as the Banshee Queen," Jaina said. "So confident, such a leader...it turns me on, Sylvanas."

"What a pity," the Dark Lady of the Forsaken said playfully. "I do so prefer to be naked."

"Well, I'll make one small concession." Jaina looked into those red eyes for a moment, then cast her glance downwards to between Sylvanas' legs. "Your pants can come off. I want to taste that lovely pussy again. But keep the boots on. I like those."

"You drive a hard bargain, young sorceress." Sylvanas favoured her with the same brilliant smile, then tugged her pants down again in a smooth motion, lifting one booted foot and then the other out of the puddle it made on the floor.

Jaina watched with rapt attention as the Banshee Queen exposed herself once again. Despite being cursed by Undeath, Sylvanas had been given the rare gift of returning to her former body, which retained her lustrous Elvish blonde hair. This was particularly true between the Dark Ranger's thighs, where a nest of soft curly blonde hair remained.

Of course, Jaina found herself bereft of the other views she vividly recalled of the Banshee Queen, the large blue breasts, the lush curves of the hip that could not be totally hidden by the form-fitting armor of the Dark Lady of the Forsaken. But there was some compensation; other than being pantless, the Dark Ranger looked every image of the powerful figure Jaina had heard much about and now seen firsthand.

"Is this what you wanted, Jaina?" Sylvanas said playfully. In response, Jaina gently maneuvered one of her hands downward. The Banshee Queen sighed as Jaina's soft hand tickled down her exposed flesh at chest and belly, caressing between her armoured breasts. Eventually, the hand maneuvered through Sylvanas' soft downy blonde pubic hair, then further to rest between the Dark Lady's thighs.

More than anything, Jaina wanted to again taste that beautiful pussy of Sylvanas Windrunner, but she also felt the desire to "test the waters" first. She needn't have bothered. Between the legs, Sylvanas was just as wet as she had been the night before, and the Banshee Queen's red eyes sparkled with mischief and excitement.

Even so, Jaina made herself wait as she slid a finger into that moist cave. Sylvanas let out a contented sigh, her voice strangely amplified by her status as a Forsaken, echoing beyond the human norm. Jaina was no stranger to that. She drew her finger out again, soaking with the Dark Ranger's fluids, and then slid it back in again, this time adding a second.

Eventually, Jaina had all her fingers thrust into the wet, inviting pussy of Sylvanas Windrunner. The former Elf gave another moan as one particularly violent fingering sent her into a rush of pleasure. Jaina kept diligently at her work, reflecting that at least this position let her look into Sylvanas' face with her own.

Their faces were close enough that their breath warmed the other. The fact that the two were of a height only added to the feeling of compatibility. Jaina thrust in and out, her blue eyes watching the play of emotions on Sylvanas' face as it contorted in pleasure.

Eventually, the Banshee Queen began to moan as her pussy was fingered over and over by Jaina. The sorceress felt a rush of contentment, fondness, and power rush into her at the reaction. Sylvanas' armored form heaved in deep, pleasurable breaths of excitement. Jaina continued to plunder the other's depths for a moment more before finally sliding her moist hand out.

Sylvanas looked down as the glistening hand of her lover drew back from her moist center. Her red eyes met Jaina's as the sorceress brought the hand slowly, carefully, up to her mouth. The pink lips opened wide to admit her first finger, Jaina sucking softy, lewdly at her own digit to taste the fluids of her lover that covered it.

There was nothing in Azeroth that could have distracted Sylvanas from that sight as she watched Jaina taste her cunt juices with a look of relish and rapture. The Dark Ranger let to let out a low, echoing moan at the sight, unable to stay still any longer. "Jaina...I need you...right now..."

Sylvanas pushed Jaina downwards onto her Dark Throne. Fortunately, the symbol of Forsaken power was big enough that Jaina could lie down on her back comfortably, only her legs past her knees extending beyond its clutches. The Banshee Queen sighed as she looked down at the young sorceress' own sweet young form, clothed in its mage's robes that did not manage to fully obscure the lithe female form or the sorceress' large round breasts. If only she had taken the time to remove Jaina's clothing.

There was no more patience in Sylvanas now, though, not after Jaina's early ministrations. She had wanted this from the very beginning, and now the young sorceress had fingered her into even greater desire. The Dark Lady braced her legs on the armrests of her throne, her body lowering itself towards the glowing, beautiful face below.

Jaina smiled, looking upwards. She was treated to a glorious, uninhibited view of the descending pussy of Sylvanas, still visibly wet from her previous ministrations. She could see past it as well, up the curve of the Banshee Queen's armoured breasts to her face, looking downwards raptly with her red eyes. The Elf ears were fully extended, the blonde hair framing Sylvanas' face magnificently.

The young sorceress could almost not help herself. A pink tongue snaked out between her lips in preparation, Jaina's blue eyes closing as she awaited the Dark Ranger's arrival. Sylvanas Windrunner let her eyes travel down Jaina's gorgeous clad form again, the young face the very picture of human beauty, the tender nose, blue eyes closed in anticipation, lips parted by the tongue that the Banshee Queen wanted to feel more than anything.

Sylvanas paused with her resplendent nude form poised right above that extended tongue. The Banshee Queen's face looked downwards at Jaina's ready face and smiled wickedly.

"Excellent," the Dark Lady of the Forsaken said in her iron, authoritative tones, sending a thrill of excitement through Jaina's body. "Lick my pussy. That is a royal command, sorceress."

Without waiting a single aching moment further, Sylvanas finally completed her decent, locking her dripping cunt onto the mouth and face of Jaina Proudmoore as if the two had been designed for it.

The position was not totally comfortable for either party. Jaina's legs extended off the throne at the knees, leaving them dangling over the edge. Sylvanas had to brace her own legs on the armrests of her throne, requiring significant strength. Quickly both women were lost to such worldly concerns in their respective pleasures. For Sylvanas, there was only the feeling of Jaina's tongue swirling within her, fondness burgeoning within her for the lovely Archmage. The sorceress continued her ministrations, demonstrating her own affection for the Banshee Queen who had saved her life to become her most recent lover.

Jaina's tongue flicked into Sylvanas again and again, the sorceress' blue eyes repeatedly opening to study her delightful situation and closing again in pleasure. Sylvanas observed from above, studying the blonde head between her thighs with her hungry red eyes. One particularly strong stroke made the Banshee Queen moan, her leg muscles standing out like cords as they sustained her weight. Jaina reflected that she must have quite a bit of strength to hold herself up like that. Sylvanas was no slouch in the athletic department, it seemed.

Jaina continued to lick at the Banshee Queen's pussy perched wonderfully on her face. Both parties were lost in their pleasure, in timeless, indescribable joy. Sylvanas reached a new height of rapture as Jaina unrestrainedly pushed her tongue deeply inside her lover's pussy, the sorceress' fingers also at furious work around the tongue. "Jaina...I am so...very...close..." Sylvanas panted.

The blonde sorceress contemplated on that. It seemed the proud, strong Banshee Queen was about to cum powerfully on Jaina's face and tongue. That enamouring thought only made Jaina smile wider, seen with delight by her lover above, as the Archmage kept up her efforts, plunging her tongue deeply inside Sylvanas.

As Sylvanas felt the sorceress' tongue again pierce full length into her, that familiar sensation suddenly changed as Jaina suddenly locked her mouth on every bit of the Banshee Queen's pussy she could find and sucked furiously. There was nothing Sylvanas could do at that absolutely magical sensation other than explode in orgasm, sending a wave of her fluids into the blonde sorceress' hungry mouth below her. Louder than anything Jaina had heard from Sylvanas yet, the Banshee Queen let out a screech to mark her own furious climax.

Jaina's eyes shot open to study the powerful armoured figure writhing in orgasm above her. The blonde hair tossed this side and that, the red eyes closed, then opening again as it sensed the blue eyed gaze. Their eyes locked together as Sylvanas continued spasming out her exquisite climax into Jaina's mouth, who kept sucking furiously, her mouth unyielding as it continued to take every bit of the Banshee Queen's essence it could find. That wonderful suction only served to make Sylvanas' orgasm go on longer than any she could remember.