Just Let Me Stay a Little While Longer Ch. 02

"Oh...Jaina..." Sylvanas panted as the greater fury of her release passed. Aftershocks continued, a testament to the power of her climax, but Jaina simply would not stop. The young sorceress breathed through her nose, the only way she could with her mouth glued to Sylvanas' pussy, the gentle warm exhalations into the Banshee Queen's pussy only extending Sylvanas' delight.

Then that wonderful experience was finally over. Sylvanas had fallen bonelessly onto the armrests, her form no longer held up rigidly but instead falling in post-orgasmic bliss. Incredulous, the Banshee Queen still saw Jaina's mouth locked onto her pussy, her blue eyes staring upwards at her in mixed affection, mischief and delight. Jaina hadn't simply pleasured her; she had sucked up every last bit of Sylvanas' most powerful orgasm, leaving not a drop to be wasted. Even now the young sorceress was still there, sucking away, devotedly, dutifully.

"Enough, Jaina," Sylvanas panted as her cunt reached, finally, a measure of overstimulation. Jaina smiled widely again and came off the Banshee Queen's pussy with a soft pop. The blonde Archmage's lips were glistening, and her mouth opened wide to show an amount of clear juices that would not shame a male ejaculation.

"I..." Sylvanas studied the sight for a sight for a moment, and reflected on the unyielding devotion the sorceress had just demonstrated. "I...love you, Jaina Proudmoore."

The Banshee Queen removed herself from her lovely perch on Jaina's mouth and even further off the armrests. She stood above the sorceress for a moment as Jaina laid backwards on the Dark Throne, tongue working inside her mouth, analyzing the newfound deposit of tasty fluids, then swallowing lewdly with relish. Sylvanas let herself descend gently forward. Jaina's body was wonderfully warm and her breasts pillowed her own as Sylvanas' lips locked with the fellow blonde, getting a good taste of herself as the Archmage returned the kiss passionately.

Sylvanas enjoyed the taste of Jaina's sweet lips a moment more, then broke then kiss. The Dark Lady's blonde locks tumbled around her face as she descended lower down Jaina's body, between the pair of clothed breasts. Jaina might like Sylvanas in her outfit of rule, the Banshee Queen thought to herself, but to her there was one way that Jaina looked best.

Sylvanas dug her hands into Jaina's robes and thrust them open to fully expose the glorious nude form of the young blonde sorceress once more.

Carefully, the Banshee Queen kissed between the two heaving breasts, their nipples fully erect in the air. Jaina sighed as the beautiful Sylvanas continued her journey down her young female form until she reached her destination, kissing between her own matching blonde pubic hair.

Sylvanas' blue face and glowing red eyes studied between Jaina's legs for a moment, the Elf ears extended and twitching. Then a pair of blue arms wound themselves into Jaina's legs, gently pushing them apart. Jaina hardly resisted as her legs opened outwards, exposing her pussy fully for Sylvanas.

There was a pause as Sylvanas studied the sight of the sorceress' lovely and visibly aroused pussy, and then she looked up to Jaina with her burning red-eyed stare. Her iron tones usually reserved for her subjects once again came into her voice.

"I want you. I will have you."

Then Sylvanas buried her head into Jaina Proudmoore's pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the sorceress.

The Banshee Queen was more experienced with her cunnilingus than her partner and it showed. Jaina's body quickly began to heave at the pleasurable sensations Sylvanas inflicted upon her. The Dark Lady knew that it was not always the depth of penetration that mattered, but the difference of strokes, the variation and the technique. Sylvanas was only too pleased to demonstrate on her willing test subject, as she flicked her head around that moist pussy. Jaina cried out and wound her arms downward onto Sylvanas' head, fingers wound into those beautiful framing blonde locks she loved so much.

The Dark Ranger continued her exquisite efforts and Jaina knew that she was already close to her orgasm, far sooner than it had taken for Sylvanas. The Banshee Queen was simply too skillful, and the emotions of the day had lowered her inhibitions. Not only that, the sweet recent memory of the powerful Sylvanas Windrunner shuddering in her own orgasm above her was an endearing and inflaming one. Jaina was so close, but she clung onto the precipice as best she could. The blonde sorceress studied the wiggling Elf ears and blue face between her legs, and sighed at the enamouring sight. She could not possibly last much longer in such exquisite rapture.

There came a sudden pop behind Sylvanas, of displaced air. The Banshee Queen and her Archmage lover were both far too distracted to notice it at first, wrapped up instead in their pleasures. But Jaina opened her eyes to see a familiar male figure, studying the scene behind the unaware Sylvanas. There was a sudden rush of adrenaline and fear inside Jaina, but that only served to send her even closer to her climax, too close to the edge to stop herself. Even with the knowledge of who was observing them, the young blonde sorceress cried out and came with an almost explosive, shuddering power.

The Banshee Queen's Elf ears twitched at that as she tasted her lover's fierce orgasm and her mouth drove forward. Returning the favour to her lover, Sylvanas Windrunner locked her lips on the beautiful spasming pussy of Jaina Proudmoore sucked for all she was worth. The feeling was incomparable. The sight of the newcomer was a distant memory for Jaina as she exploded in ecstasy, screaming as she sent what must have been a veritable tide of her juices into the Dark Lady of the Forsaken's willing mouth.

Jaina's body shuddered in rapture, contorting in her climax, white-blonde hair shaking. Sylvanas looked up with red eyes and studied the sight of Jaina Proudmoore in her orgasmic throes with a smile, keeping her mouth against the young sorceress' pussy in uncompromising sucking. Jaina could not control herself for many seconds as she plunged into the deep abyss of her orgasm.

The young blonde soreress' legs eventually went slack around Sylvanas' head. Jaina panted, her eyes closed, still enjoying the sensation of the Banshee Queen's mouth on her most sensitive area. Then Jaina's eyes opened, remembering the observing man still there, watching the situation with an unreadable expression on his face.

Jaina's eyes met the stranger's and she let out a startled gasp. Immediately, the Banshee Queen knew something was amiss, spinning around to grab for her bow next to the throne. In an instant a dark arrow was pointed at the intruder by one of the most formidable archers in Azeroth. The Dark Ranger looked fierce, even with her blue mouth gleaming with Jaina's fluids and the exposed legs of her pantless form. Squarely behind her, protected by Sylvanas, was Jaina basking in her recent orgasm, her sweat-gleaming form lying on the Dark Throne.

The man made no move to stop the Banshee Queen. There was a fierceness and fury Jaina had not often seen on Sylvanas' face as she confronted the intruder. "Who are you? How did you get in here? What do you want?"

The man made no reply except to look past Sylvanas at Jaina. Jaina cleared her throat, her world and body still spinning from her recent, powerful orgasm.

"Sylvanas Windrunner, Banshee Queen of the Forsaken," Jaina said, her voice sheepish, low, and exhausted.

"Meet Kalecgos, leader of the Blue Dragonflight and Aspect of Magic."

Jaina Proudmoore paused, and completed her introduction.

"My boyfriend."