Floored and frozen, she merely stared up at him, pinned by his eyes. His eyes...

She remembered the first time she'd seen them, so long ago - blue and shimmering with gentle regard as he'd healed her of her injuries. But no more - the eyes that bore into her own, the eyes that held her in place now held no hint of gentility, no hint of caring, no hint of anything but bestial lust. He towered over her, panting like a wild beast, and reached for her, and oh, she couldn't move and suddenly she was lifted in the air and he was sniffing her neck, nipping at it even as he tore her clothes from her, a low, possesive snarl escaping him, breath hot against her skin.

And by the gods, she found herself absolutely terrified. By his animalistic fervor, yes - but more so because somewhere between her thighs she was warm, she was wet, and she was singing with desire, and she liked it. She liked it.

So when he bore her to his lips, crushing her with an insistent kiss, she moaned. When he bit her lower lip like an animal, she growled. When he forced her to her knees, presenting her with the cock she'd so often remembered with fondness, she gladly opened her mouth and took it in, tongue caressing the shaft with long, hard licks. Pale lips wrapped around the velvety skin, grippng him firmly and holding him there while her tongue danced over him. And when he groaned, it sent an electric jolt through her - and when his cock twitched, when his fingers moved to her hair, pulling it sharply and tangling it between his fingers, when he began to rock in and out of her, when he fucked her mouth as if it were nothing more than an object for him to empty his load into, she groaned, swallowed, sucked harder. And that warm, wet place grew more and more electrified by the second - the sound of the rain almost but not quite drowing out the wet noises her mouth was making as he pumped at it.

It was hours, but it seemed like mere moments before he gave one final grunt, his cock swelling within her. She knew what was coming and began to swallow almost before the thick cum burst forth, suckling the cream from him with a feral eagerness that frightened her almost as much as it made her body sing. He pulled from her lips with a soft pop, his fist squeezing a few last dribbles that she cleaned from him, tongue flicking over the satiny skin with an almost disappointed sigh that turned to a gasp of utter curiosity. For all the cum that now lay in her belly, he certainly wasn't showing any signs of slowing - indeed, if anything he was harder than before.

His eyes...his eyes showed no hint of any less ferocity than before. He grabbed her roughly, pushing her bare back to the grassy, rain-soaked forest floor and positioned himself over her. She attempted to adjust herself, but he didn't give her time for that, the mammoth shaft shoving into her with enough brutality to force the air from her lungs. She whimpered, weakly, and that only served to urge him on further, plunging in and out of her now-sopping pussy with almost violent thrusts.Her eyes closed, her teeth bit into her lower lip, her body grew warm, tense as a spring as she balanced on the brink of orgasm for what seemed like an eternity, lying there and letting him rut at her like an animal...

...and something grew within her, something strange...

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared up at him, wide-eyed and panicked - his eyes were shut at first, mouth slightly open, panting and shoving at her pussy until the tiny hands clawing at his arms offered enough distraction for him to open them and glare. Or he would have glared.

For there, in her eyes - there it was. His Light, shining in all its brilliance, and as he stared in shock, she smiled up at him. Beautifically, serenely, her body glowing with the sheen of a Naaru even as it moved and arched beneath him. The fingers that clawed at his arms mere moments before moved to his head and she cupped his face with those hands, so delicate and small - and there was his Light, there it was, he'd lost it so long ago and suddenly she was clasping him, her walls shuddering around him, she was singing her release to the heavens once more and the Light, oh the Light poured from her fingertips, filling him as completely as his seed filled her quaking womb.

The two of them arched, him above, she below, both panting noiselessly, the rain suddenly loud and roaring in their ears. He stared down at her, his eyes filled with shock, with self-loathing, with guilt. Hers stared into his, and without a word he understood all was forgiven, all was always forgiven, and he gave one more strangled cry, her hands, her Light-filled hands pulling him to her chest, nestling him there, wrapping around him and stroking his skin, the Light moving from her, to him.

The rain continued - the heat of the evening sun causing a humid mist to mask the peaks and valleys of the thick jungle. And somewhere beneath the brush, covered in mud, two figures lay together, seemingly unconcerned as they slept naked as the day they were born. And they smiled.

They were never seen or heard from again, but there were none really to miss them. Oh the draenei spoke of him in hushed tones, warning their young with tales of the paladin that lost the Light. And the elves - well the elves never spoke of her really. A life of thievery and intrigue oft led to such deliberate ignorance.

...

But sometimes, some days, when the sun arched through the skies above the jungle just so, when the clouds began to weep their life-giving moisture from the heavens, travelers in the jungle could swear they heard laughter, clear and high and bell-like, chiming in the breeze. And sometimes, if one were to watch closely, one would see a flash of pale, a flash of azure, in that moment between sun and shade, shining like joyful stars, glimmering and beautiful, and gone in an instant.

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