Two days later, Sarah was reading in her bed in the Cathedral when the young priestess girl, Tara, came in to check on her. She smiled at the warlock with kind eyes.

"Good morning, milady. How are you feeling today?"

"I'm almost feeling 100%. I think I can take care of myself from here. Do you think it would be okay to go home today?" She asked. She knew she should stay a little longer, but Sarah was feeling anxious sitting in the Cathedral of Light, knowing that she had to get back to her dark books. She had to complete her plan for Galen, and she couldn't do that with paladins and priests checking in on her every few hours. Besides, the pure energy warded off demons, and she needed her demons for all her power.

"We are not going to hold you here against your will. If you wish to leave, you may leave. However, I must report to Sir Darrick that you are leaving." The hood of her blue and white robes hid her face from view while she organized the collection of books by her bed.

"You don't need to do that," Sarah tried to hide the emotions bubbling with the mention of a certain paladin's name.

"I beg your pardon, but it is not my choice." The young priestess bobbed a courtesy. "Please let me know when you wish to leave today." And she left the room, leaving the warlock alone with her books. Sarah pushed the covers back, and slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed. She let her feet touch the stone floor of the cathedral and shifted her weight. She was going to get out of bed, even if it wasn't going to be pretty. Her head felt a little fuzzy, and her joints protested with her rapid movement. It had taken at least fifteen minutes to fully sit up in bed to read just yesterday. If she was being completely honest with herself, she might need another day of rest. However, there was no time for that.

The warlock took a deep breath and forced herself to stand on her own two feet. She held on to the nightstand for support, and made herself continue to stand. She assessed her pain, and was pleasantly surprised. Pins and needles burned at her feet and legs, but they were holding her body up. She decided to breathe it out and continue to hold herself up. If she couldn't stand up on her own, how could she expect to find a solution to the problem with Marcail's magic?

Fixing Marcail's magic promised a huge payday from Galen, and she needed the gold, desperately. With her share, she could probably afford one of the farms in Westfall, and just get away from the buzzing city and tons of people constantly bombarding her energy. Living in the middle of nowhere, with her books and demon friends, and away from the judgmental looks of people had turned into a dream. A dream she was going to make into a reality. All she needed to do was finish this job with Galen.

Sarah waited until the pins and needles subsided, and then she took her hand off of the nightstand. She picked up her foot and made herself take a step. Then another. A smile formed on her face as hope bubbled in her heart. Taking another step seemed almost effortless.

Suddenly, she felt the pain returning, and before she could try and get back to the bed, her legs gave out beneath her. She collapsed, and her body hit the stone floor with a slap. Pain rushed up her legs and spine and quickly told her she was not well. Gasping for breath, she looked up to the bed.

"Sarah?" A masculine voice filled the room, and then quickly turned to panic. "Sarah! By the Light!" Strong arms encircled her and scooped her from the cold floor. They quickly deposited her in the bed, but they continued to hold on to her weak form. She found herself leaning into the owner of those arms' chest. "Sarah, answer me, woman!" They shook her, gently, and she called out in protest.

"Stop!" The pain still ran through her body, and the shaking shot spurts of raging pain through her veins. She listened to the unsteady breathing of the man that held her as he suddenly went as still as a rock. Focusing on the man's neck, she immediately recognized the tight cords and the Adam's Apple that bobbed when he swallowed.

"Darrick," Sarah whispered, and she wilted in her bed. She tried to separate herself from him, but the paladin was having none of it.

"What in Light are you doing out of bed?" He demanded, as a hand found it's way to the back of her head and upturned her face to look at him. Sarah met his concerned eyes, as he looked like the Light was being extinguished in front of him. Like his very existence was quickly withering away.

"I need to get back to work," she said, confused with his rush of emotions being dropped into her lap.

"Not at the expense of your health!" He said, his deep brown eyes bearing down into her surprised aegean ones. The warlock blinked back her emotions as she opened herself to read Darrick. "You are being too careless."

"I am a grown woman, Darrick. I will do with my body as I like."

"You will not push yourself to the point of exhaustion again." He sounded as if he commanded an army. Anger surfaced in Sarah's face.

"Or what?" She baited the paladin.

"Sarah," the paladin's voice wavered, as he turned his chin. "You are not leaving here until you are well." Finally, the warlock gave in and relaxed into her bed, letting her eyes drift from him to the corner of the room.

"I don't have the gold to just sit here and wait for something better to happen." She sighed, and finally the paladin's arms released her. Her arms were suddenly struck with that pins and needles feeling. Pain in her arms were a new symptom.

"You can't go out there again unprotected. Do you even remember what happened?"

"No, I don't." She admitted.

"If I hadn't come to the mage district, you would have died at the mailbox right in front of where you live. Light, how could you have been so careless?" Sarah was shocked at how much emotion the paladin was letting show through. She had never seen him act like this.

"Darrick, calm down. You did find me, and I'm doing just fine." The paladin scrubbed his hands through his short hair. "You're being unreasonable. I don't know why you're behaving this way, but I have a job to do." She watched as Darrick finally started to reel in his emotions and let logic come through.

"I'm worried about you."

"Well, I don't know what to tell you. I'm just trying to get better so I can finish our job. Remember? We have unfinished business that is in desperate need of completing. We can't just expect Galen to sit in Darnassus while we stall around." Darrick scanned her face and finally sighed.

"Okay, Sarah. Okay." He relented. "Can you at least stay in a better part of Stormwind?"

"Darrick, I can't afford anything better than the Slaughtered Lamb."

"I'll take care of it, I swear." She raised an eyebrow, and he scoffed. "If you want to get out of here sooner, please. You can stay wherever you want, just please make sure it's more populated and better lit. Don't worry about the price."

"I don't want your charity."

"Damn it, Sarah!" The warlock almost jumped out of her skin, as Darrick pounded a fist on the nightstand beside her, and the water glass turned over and spilled to the side. He paid it no heed. Sensing she was on the losing side of this battle, and possibly bringing out Darrick's bad side, she tried to think of other places she liked.

"Um," she bit her lip and entertained the idea of staying in the northern part of the Dwarven District. "Even if it's on the other side of the map?"

"You can't possibly think that the docks are better than the Slaughtered Lamb."

"No, doofus!" She rolled her eyes. "Think closer to the forest. It's near the castle." Darrick looked thoughtful, and then finally nodded.

"I'll take care of it, Sarah." He stood and took a longing look at her. "I'll be in touch, so keep me informed of what Galen says, okay?"

"Okay," the warlock nodded and watched as the paladin started to leave, and then he hesitated, as if fighting a dark battle within. Sarah suddenly felt the anxiety seep into her from him.

"What's wrong, Darrick?" She asked, as the paladin scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed.

"Sarah, I came here to tell you something. Something important," he fumbled in his pockets. Sarah could only blink in response to him, as she stared back at him. The paladin swallowed painfully, and faced her like he was about to tank a mob of bloodthirsty thieves.

"I never got the chance to apologize for that night we were in my quarters." He started. "I want you to know I never have thought of you as a 'trollop', as you put it. I was a little drunk and foolish, and I never meant to hurt you."

The warlock blushed, remembering that night where she had entertained the idea of sleeping with him, before coming to her senses. An apology was something she didn't expect.

"I appreciate the thought, Darrick, but it's water under the bridge."

"I'm sorry, but I cannot dismiss it like that," he shook his head and went to her bedside. He knelt down before her on one knee, and met her beautiful blue eyes. Heat immediately rushed over the warlock's body as she tentatively shifted away from him in her bed. "Sarah, if you have no interest in me other than a professional relationship, I can fulfill that. Just to keep you by my side, I will not pursue you if that is what you wish. But I will watch out for you. I won't let a sword slip to rid an awkward situation. I swear to protect you."

He bowed his head, and Sarah felt that strange sensation deep in the pit of her stomach with his confession. With a shaking hand, she gently placed it on the softness of his brown hair. He raised his head, locking eyes with her, and waited patiently for any response from her. Sarah's lips parted, as she breathed in softly.

"Okay, Darrick." She whispered, with a single nod. The paladin stood before her and gave her a fond smile.

"Thank you, Sarah. Please, if you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask." He bowed to her politely, and took his leave, closing the curtain behind him. Sarah stared after him, pondering his words and doubly pondering his intentions. Perhaps I have misjudged him, she thought.

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A few more days later, back at the Moonblade Estate, Darine was sitting in the courtyard. She was reading a book and nibbling on an apple, when she looked up to see the blood elf wandering around. She remembered her earlier conversation with Keina at the party and a pang of anger struck her. What did this blood elf have that Galen so obviously wanted? She was going to find out.

"Blood elf!" Darine called out, watching her turn around and her honey-bronze locks whipping around her as she met the gaze of the female warrior. "Come here," Darine motioned her to approach. Marcail felt her insides bubbling with anger, wanting to refuse her summon. She might be Galen's prisoner but she was not going to act with grace towards his difficult sister. Yet, angering Galen was never a good idea, and if he caught word of her insolence, she knew that he would be angry. She apathetically walked toward the female warrior.

"You called?" She crossed her slender arms in front of her pretty form in defiance.

"I wanted to talk to you," the female night elf rose, closing her book and leaving it on the steps as she took another large bite of her apple. "Come and walk with me." Marcail rolled her eyes, but followed at the female warrior's side, matching her long strides.

"I was wondering, how well do you know Keina?"

"Keina?" Marcail echoed with a more sarcastic tone, as if she were supposed to know who that was.

"The rogue that you saw with Galen at the festival." Darine explained, rather politely.

"She was in the group that captured me, but disappeared as soon as we were in Ironforge." She shrugged her small shoulders.

"She's a very skilled rogue," the night elf boasted, tossing her long, dark blue hair. "She's my age, and we grew up together, for she was in training to become a warrior before she became a rogue. I liked her the moment I met her, she had such talent with a blade." Darine smiled at the memory, and then continued. "I was disappointed to learn when she left her warrior training when she was an adolescent, to learn the more subtle arts. But we always remained friends. She came by my house frequently, and we would spar. Keina would even duel Galen, but she would almost never win."

"Galen is a formidable opponent." Marcail admitted.

"So is Keina," the night elf looked at her with bored, silver eyes. "You know, Keina and Galen courted once." The blood elf stopped in her tracks and looked at the female warrior incredulously. "Oh yes," Darine smiled, "I was so happy to know that. I really thought they would make a good couple. But they ended the relationship when Galen got his new post in Altrec Valley. Galen was never one for a long-distance relationship." She explained carefully. "He preferred his women to be with him. Keina was devastated. I had never seen her so upset."

"You lie."

"Why would I lie to you?" She asked, and the mage hesitated.

"Why are you telling me this?" Marcail asked, annoyed.

"So you know that Keina and Galen are supposed to be together. He loves her, he's just being hard to catch."

"Obviously if he really loved her, he wouldn't play those kinds of games," she suggested with the intellect of a mage. Darine growled.

"I'm also trying to spare your small, insignificant heart in the games that my brother plays," she snarled, spinning around to face the shorter elf. "But if you want to watch him reject you, be my guest. In the end, you are still a blood elf, and he will never marry you." She jabbed her finger into the mage's chest. Marcail quickly slapped her hand away, and responded with the same intensity back.

"I don't want to marry him, I already have a fiance waiting for me at home." She pointed out, though when the words left her lips, she felt her heart drop. She felt a little angry at herself for feeling that way, because going home was the plan from the beginning. Now, she wasn't too sure what she wanted. All she knew was that jealousy was a rotten poison that surged through her veins. It threatened to choke her and suck the breath from her lungs, and steal the wits from her mind.

"You better not mess up my brother. I will make you pay if you do." Darine barked as she quickly turned on her heel, her hair flipping in Marcail's face. If Marcail had her magic, she was pretty sure that the whole house and estate would be covered in a blizzard. The mage watched as the female warrior stormed off into the house and then she fisted her hands until her nails dug into her skin. Sure, Darine was only saying these words to mess with her head, but they still stung. The mage cursed herself as she stormed off to the lake.

She must have stomped the whole way, because when she reached the sitting log, her body sighed in relief as she sat down. Marcail stared at the water across the lake. It was a little breezy, so the water wasn't as flat as usual. There was a texture, and small waves lapped at the shore. She should have felt calmer in this spot, but all she could think about were the words that she and Galen exchanged the last time they were there together. She squeezed her eyes shut, and grabbed handfuls of her skirts on her knees.

Why was she angry? Galen technically never lied to her, or even hinted at a future together. Did she even really want that? Marcail wasn't sure, especially because that would take her away from her family and Silvermoon. It still would have been nice to have an option, instead of being a play toy until he could cash in his toy for gold. She cursed herself again, and buried her face in her hands as she tried not to cry. The thought of Galen sending her back to Silvermoon without so much as a goodbye, and using the gold to use on painted whores and drink at sleazy taverns. The thought angered her so much she heard the cracking of ice. Opening her eyes, she saw that she had frozen the grass around her feet. Shocked, she grasped her chest as she stepped away from the frozen ground. Was her power starting to return on it's own? She needed to meditate. Fast.

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Marcail knew it was getting late. The stars were beginning to grow in number in the sky, and pretty soon, it would be hard to find her way back in the dark. She started the path back up to the mansion, slowly, dragging out the time it would take. As she stepped up the marble porch, a question hit her. Should she honor what Galen asked of her, and return to his bed tonight? She had played by his rules for almost a week, and now she really, really did not want to face him tonight. She could creep up to the guest room, and avoid seeing him until she was ready. She sighed, knowing that plan would never work. His ears would be attuned to the room above his, and would come seek her out and demand why she was disobeying him. Perhaps she could just shrug him off, tell him she was feeling ill, and could just go to sleep. It was a greater chance of that plan working out than the guest room plan. Maybe he was already asleep.

You wish.

She settled on the idea as she walked through the dimly lit hallway, and slowly pushed the door open to Galen's room. A bright light filled the hallway as she entered the room. Sure enough, there was the warrior, sitting in his armchair with an open book in his hand. When he saw her come into the room, his face visibly relaxed. He put the book down, and rose from his seat. Marcail quietly closed the door behind her, and she feigned a pained expression.

"I was getting worried," Galen explained, as he made his way over to her. "I didn't see you at dinner tonight, or after dinner for that matter." Marcail put a hand lightly to her temple and grunted weakly in response. "Are you alright?'

"I have a headache. Can we just go to sleep?" She asked, gently. The warrior gently reached out to her arm to draw her into an embrace.

"Yes, of course." He said, as he held her stiff body in a warm embrace. He knew instantly that something wasn't right about her illness.

"Marcail," he began, his voice growing harder, as he released her. "I know when you are lying to me." He looked down into her eyes as they sheepishly met his. The knowledge of her lie shot through his body as he read her eyes. "Why are you feigning ill with me? If you wish to go to sleep, then do so."

"Do I have that in writing?" She knew she was bating him, but she didn't care. She dropped her hand, and then brushed past him and went to the chest of drawers where she could get a night gown.

"Marcail," he stiffly warned her with just the tone of his voice. Anger prickled all over her skin like gooseflesh. She hated when he did that.

"I'm tired of you ordering me around. I want some of my own freedom for a change." She said, as she removed a nightgown. She turned around and glared at him. "And my own privacy."

"What brought this out?" The warrior demanded, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "What did I do to deserve this?"

"Nothing! I just want some rights!"

"You have none, you are a prisoner," he waved his hand, dismissing her. She fought back the tears of hurt and anger, as she wanted to scream, is that all I am to you?!

"Well, I'm done being a prisoner," she tossed her nose in the air. "And I wish to change and go to bed. Since you are being uncivil, I will sleep in the guest room tonight." She started to walk toward the door, but when she was in reach, Galen grabbed her arm, and swung her around to face him.

"You will do no such thing! You have already agreed to share my bed." He glared, as blind anger began to take hold of him. Goddess Elune, she could really get under his skin!

"What are you going to do, then? Hmm?" She asked, narrowing her eyes even more. "Are you going to force me?"

"Don't tempt me," he warned. She brought up her free hand to try and pry his grip from her arm.

"Leave me be," she tried to pull away from him, her voice cracking. She winced at the sound of weakness in her voice, and then felt Galen's grip grow slack. She jerked her arm away from him, and this time he didn't resist. When she met his gaze, she knew she should have just left without another word. The hurt and genuine concern shone in his golden eyes.

"What did I do to earn your wrath? How can I fix this?" He begged again. He then took a step toward her and gathered her up in his arms. She relaxed as his warm body sent pleasurable sensations shooting through her veins. He felt her loosen, and he turned to her ear, decorated with small diamond earring studs, and whispered, "Tell me, my princess."

She let out a small groan in pleasure as she closed her eyes and breathed in the spicy, earthy smell that was Galen.

"I heard some disturbing news," she admitted, now that she calmed down. She hoped that Galen would deny everything that Darine had said.

"Oh? What's that?" He asked, burying his head in her hair.

"I heard that you and that rogue were once lovers." She said, pulling away from him.

"What rogue?" Galen's eyes already had that glint in them, telling her that he wanted her.

"Keina. That rogue who gave me those strange stares at the festival. The rogue who helped you capture me."

"Oh? And who told you this?"

"It doesn't matter. Is it true?" She asked, the glow of their moment before fading quickly.

"Why are you bringing this up now?" His eyes grew dark, as he tried to analyze the mage.

"So you don't deny it?"

"You don't want to go there, princess," He warned.

"So it is true." The horror that she felt this afternoon returned. "You fucked her, and left her when you got bored."

"Now stop right there. I am still your master, and you won't speak of her like that!" He raised his voice, reaching for her shoulder.

"Don't touch me! Don't ever touch me again!" She jerked away from him, as horror turned to raw pain. "I won't be handled by a playboy who is just trying to get his next pleasurable experience by someone who can't resist. Someone, like me, who is in your awful ransom game!"

"For the record, you came with me willingly, Princess. And quite loudly, too." He smirked.

"Oh you filthy, unimaginable kal'dorei." She spat, wishing she had something hard and painful to hurl at him.

"You enjoyed every minute of it," he marched to her, closing the space between them in a few strides, and grasped her arms. "You loved being fucked by a kal'dorei." He matched her venomous words. She struggled in his grip, but felt herself doing more damage to her own body than getting away from him. Her heart raced at the contact, and her chest rose and fell quickly. Galen's eyes raked over her chest.

"It was a mistake!" She shot right back at him, matching his fire. "One I shall never make again!"

"Oh you will make it again," he taunted, giving her a knowing grin. "You will beg me to kiss you, lick you, and ravish you again. Where would you be if I refused you? You've looked down at me from that pretty little princess nose for too long, Marcail. It's time I showed you how much of a bluff I know it is."

In one swift motion, he lifted her up, and threw her over his shoulder. She hollered in protest and tried to kick him, but with his other arm that wasn't wrapped around her waist to keep her on his shoulder, he grabbed her ankles, holding her still. She balled her fists and beat them against his back, but to no avail, as it were like being beaten by the wings of a butterfly. As quick as he scooped her up, he threw her down, hard, on the bed, and covered her body with his.

"I won't go so willingly, this time," she warned, trying to bite at his neck as he graced hers with a tender kiss.

"Fine by me," he shrugged, as he moved down her body with gentle kisses from his soft lips. She tried to sit up and swat him away, when she was met with his arm pinning her down at her shoulders and neck. When she tried to rise again, her throat met the hardness of his forearm. She gasped a little for air, as the bone hit the tender area of her throat.

"Struggling will hurt you more." He warned, pushing her skirts up until her pale legs were bare before him. With his other hand, he pulled the laces free on her bodice, and rose again, yanking at the material to come loose. His head dipped back under her skirts and licked her inner thigh. She shuddered hard against him and went still.

"I hate you," she said, between gasps as he tore her panties from her body.

"No you don't," he murmured, before diving his tongue right into her sensitive nub.

She moaned in pleasure, as her vision went blurry and her body squirmed and moved on it's own. She fisted the sheets in anger, wanting so badly to tell him to stop. Once he took her into his mouth and suckled, the only noise that came from her were heavy sighs of passion. She squirmed beneath him, trying to find her voice and strength to make him stop, but what he was doing to her felt so good, it was nigh impossible to find her voice. He dipped his tongue into her honey pot and gave a deep, masculine moan of his own. The deep vibrations of his voice transferred to her sex and she arched herself again to him. His stubble from his end of the day beard rubbed against her folds as her body jerked. Thrashing and writhing in the bed, she clamped her jaw to keep from crying out. She surprised herself when she began to feel the tension in her stomach begin to twist and wind. The need for her release devouring her from the inside. She did, however, cry out in protest when he pulled his mouth away and removed his arm.

"Tell me," he said as he began to unlace his breeches, the large bulge giving away his own level of desire, "tell me what you want right now."

He slid the leather down past his toned hips, as they fell to the floor and he stripped his shirt off over his head. Her eyes drank in his masculine form. His chiseled pecs, cut perfectly from how he wielded his swords, and his washboard abs, each in complete uniform down his midsection. They tapered off into a deep V at his hips, and his dark curls grew around his sex that stood straight at attention for her. He grasped himself, teasing her as she really wanted to wrap herself around his rod.

"Tell me now, Princess, else I finish myself off somewhere else." He threatened, his eyes dark and his smirk evident.

His arrogance radiated off of him, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. She glared at him, as the anger suddenly peaked. She gritted her teeth, snapping her legs shut and using her arms to prop herself up off the bed in defiance in her answer. She couldn't verbally refuse him, her body was already screaming at her in rage. He kept his amused expression, but he felt his knees beginning to buckle. This little blood elf was going to kill him, but he would be damned if she were going to win the battle.

"Then you get to watch," he turned, grabbing a chair and placing it right in front of the door. Her jaw dropped as he sat himself down in the chair and began to stroke himself. His expression grew more heated, as he never broke eye contact with her, but she could still see his arrogance flashing at her in his eyes. She let out a strangled and angry groan, but it still sounded laced with desire. Her face grew red hot as she watched him commit such a lewd act in front of her. She was so turned on, but also so mortified.

She heard the sound of slick flesh rubbing together. She tried to clamp her hands over her ears, but she heard him give a light growl in pleasure. The sound sent waves of pleasure down her body, as if he were caressing her body with his hands. This was too much. She had to get out of there, now! She opened her eyes and they darted around the room, looking for somewhere, anywhere, where she could make her exit. She looked back to the door, and Galen pleasuring himself right in front of it. The sound of him moving his fist quicker excited her. When she caught his eyes, she saw he had never stopped watching her. Sweet Sunwell, this was torture.

"You're doing this to yourself, Princess," he mocked, his voice heavy and breathy, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. "Let your pride go." Her gaze fell to his groin, where he still worked himself. She watched as the flesh over his glans stretched tight and released, along with his rhythm. Her mouth watered and wetness coated her inner thighs.

"Come here," he ordered.

She jumped up, and quickly tried to escape, her hand on the door as she tried to pry it open. He laughed at her pathetic attempt, and quickly switched hands, using his other one to keep his tempo on his thick member. With his free hand, he captured her arm, and pulled her down so she sat on her legs. He kept that fastened on her shoulder, keeping her on her knees in front of him with nowhere to go.

"You love riding it, now have you ever thought of tasting it?" He suggested, her eyes going wide in fear.

"N-no," she murmured, lying in answer to his question. Truthfully, she wondered what the equivalent for him was to the oral pleasure that he granted her. "I don't know how," she finally gave an honest answer.

"Well first," he said, finally putting both hands on her, and using them to pull the rest of her bodice from her body. "You have too many clothes on." He relieved her of the corset of her dress, as her luscious breasts spilling forward, and he growled in approval at the sight. She looked down, fearful of ripping the dress, when he read her mind again.

"If you want to keep that looking pretty, I suggest you completely rid yourself of it now. Else, I lose my control." Her body shuddered at the thought, as she complied with his suggestion, pulling it down her body, and kicking it away from her. He grabbed her arm again, pulling her in front of him, and took her hand to place it on his throbbing shaft. She shivered as her flesh met his heated shaft. He was searing hot to the touch in her palm, and hard as steel, but his skin there was smooth as velvet. She looked up at him for guidance.

"Do what you wish, Princess," he smirked, tilting to the side of the chair with one arm draped over the armrest and using the other to prop his head against while he watched her. The blood elf decided to try and mimic his motions, when he put a hand up to stop her.

"What's the rush? You have the chance to explore, so why not do it?" Marcail tried as he suggested, using her soft, creamy hands to explore his hot blue flesh. She used her fingers to gently trail up his massive length, and then stopped at his glans. She felt herself starting to shake with pleasure as she traced a small circle around it. He gave a small moan indicating his approval, and she trailed her hand back down his length, down to the hilt of his shaft. She used one hand to grip him gently, unsure of how much pressure to use, and she marveled at the size of him in her hand. Sure, she had felt how large he was when he was pumping into her, it had been difficult to take him as untouched as she was. Her hand wouldn't close around his member, even when she squeezed it tight. With her hand contracting, Galen groaned deeply, his rumbling vibrations filling her as he threw his head back against the door, uncaring of the noise or feeling.

His actions sent excitement through her veins, and she looked for more ways to get those responses for him. She sheepishly looked at his hanging sack below his member, two large and round orbs were so tempting to touch. She bit down her small ounce of fear, and wrapped her other hand around one of the orbs, caressing and rolling it in her palm. She was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath, and she looked up to see his head still thrown back, his eyes squeezed tight in pleasure and his hands grasped the armrests on either side of him. How she could be having this much of an affect puzzled her. She finally started pumping her tight fist on his rigid length, and his hips bucked in response.

A sense of pure sexual power pulsed through her. She felt had never been able to make the night elf so vulnerable before this moment right now. She felt powerful, and decided to add a little more to her performance. She finally opened her mouth and lightly brought her lips to his pulsing bulbous head. A stifled groan came from him, and she opened her eyes, keeping her mouth on his hardened length. His eyes were heavily lidded, as he was now watching her as if this were the most important moment in his life. He reached out and threaded a hand in her soft caramel locks. She went back to focusing on pleasuring him and then he suddenly stopped her.

"Cease for a moment, princess. I will embarrass myself and spill here and now." He took her hand and made her release his pulsing shaft. "I think I know just what will drive you wild," he said, through labored breaths.

The mage wanted nothing more than to comply, as she nodded. What new act was he going to try with her and bring her to that irresistible, shattering climax? He brought her to the bed and lay down, bringing her with him. This time, he made her sex expose to him, as she lay facing the opposite direction. His thick member was thrust into her face, as she felt his arms lock around her legs. She understood where this was going, as she closed her hand around his length and opened her mouth. When she opened her mouth, but was forced to let out a cry of pleasure as she felt his tongue collide with her sensitive, swollen folds. He brought her nether lips into his mouth and suckled, and she cried out again, but wanted to give as good as she was getting. She thrusted the length of him deep into her mouth, and quickly gagged and choked on his length.

She heard him hiss in pleasure. Eyes watering, and withdrawing him slightly from her mouth, she tried to catch her breath. She continued to stroke his length, all while pleasuring his glans with her tongue and lips. She brought him back into filling her mouth completely, trying not to gag on him. He took a hand and pushed her head down, forcing her to take more of him. Reflexes told to to try and swallow, but she choked harder and coughed, bringing her mouth up for air. She was ready to turn around and angrily protest at being so brutal with her, when he pushed a finger through her wet folds. It sought out her g-spot, as he returned is mouth to her lips, and dragged his tongue up to her swollen nub. A few swirls around her sensitive nub sent fire through her veins again, and she settled, moaning in pleasure. She went back to working him, and was rewarded with another finger slipping inside her quivering folds.

She hugged his fingers tight, as he watched them disappear within her, and still grip them as he withdrew. He put his lips against her nub and suckled again. The heat from her sex exploded, as he heard her strangled cry on his member as she came. He barely let her recover from her daze, as he slipped from beneath her and had her on all fours. Galen guided his slick member inside of her, and he didn't waste any time. He quickly pounded into her, his thrusts fast and hard as he crashed against her g-spot. Marcail buried her face in the blankets as she cried out, as more of her release quickly crashed down on his length. Her orgasm lasting longer and harder than the first one as she convulsed all around him. He shouted out her name, as the base of his spine tingled, signaling his release was near. He drove into her a few more times, and his own release ripped through him, pumping his white hot ribbons into her womb. Her channel still convulsed and squeezed the last of his seed from him, as he caught his breath and racing pulse.

Marcail rolled over on to her back, as his sex slipped from hers. Breathing heavily and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, she lazily looked up at the large night elf getting up and going to the wash basin. He damped a cloth and brought it to her. He reached between her legs, cleaning their mingled juices from her. Marcail tried not to blush again, but she couldn't. The act of him cleaning their juices from her folds was sweet and welcoming. She covered her face with her hand, but peeked and then watched as he did the same to himself. Galen put the cloth aside, and turned his attention back to her. He gave her a grin, joining her in the bed, and pulling her body against his. They lay there, holding on to each other until the feeling began to fade.

"You know, you can't just pleasure the life from me every time you get in trouble." She teased lightly, trying to hide that she was still hurt. Galen sighed beside her and responded thoughtfully.

"I am sorry that you had to hear about my past relationships from someone else. I will tell you what you wish to know." He said. Marcail was about to ask why, but her curiosity got the best of her.

"When did you and Keina start dating?"

"We were pretty young. It was a little before I left for my first post in Altrec Valley.

"How long were you together?"

"Not long. Only for that time, when we were both home for an extended period of time."

"Did you love her?"

"It's complicated." He answered. When Marcail scoffed and tried to turn away, he pulled her back. "Hey, I meant to say, I did care for her, but I still thought of her as a friend. We lacked the electricity and chemistry that lovers share. I still do care for her, but only as a friend." Marcail looked up into his eyes and saw truth. She leaned forward and kissed him gently. When she pulled back, he slowly opened his eyes.

"What am I to you?" The words just fell out of her mouth, she hadn't meant to say them, but they came out anyway. Her eyes grew wide and she clenched her teeth. "You don't have to answer that."

"But I want to." He pulled her back down into another kiss and locked her into his embrace. "I care deeply for you, Marcail Dawnfire. I will always make sure you are safe." She saw the admiration in his eyes, and was satisfied with his answer. A sad smile tugged on her lips. She felt a little guilty, because if he asked her the same question, she wouldn't be able to answer him. She didn't even know what he was to her, and it pained her to search for the answer. Galen sensed her hesitation, and though it stung a little for her not to instantly return his affection, he was feeling patient enough to let her figure her own thoughts out.

"Come, Princess. Let us sleep."

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AN: Hey guys. I wanted to say this book has been a wild ride for a few years for me. I still love going back to it. I hope there are still people out there who want me to continue the story. My real life drama has manifested in the form of terrible, painful, and chronic migranes. I have been in and out of the hospital and my husband has been really worried about me. I am trying to get by, but the doctors have me on morphine, a really powerful and addictive narcotic. It doesn't help that I struggle with depression and I feel the narcotics are making the depression worse. This weekend I went back to my story and worked on it, and it gave me some happiness. I hope it made you smile. :) I also finished this chapter on a LOT of morphine, so if you notice something confusing, please don't hesitate to tell me.

Cheers,

Chaser