Keria lay dazed, her whole body tingling. The way she felt, she would not be surprised if her skin was glowing. Zethriel's throbbing cock, buried deep, felt as much a part of her as anything else. Spooning as they were, it filled her perfectly, even putting a gentle pressure on the roof of her cunt right at that one spot that made her wetter than the bath.
Lacing her fingers with Zethriel's under her chin, she pulled his arm around her tighter and moaned a long, soft moan that was more of a vocalized sigh. With his warm chest pressed into her back and his whole body cradling hers, Keria smiled, thinking she had finally gotten what she'd always wanted, and it was everything she had imagined and more.
They lay together like that for most of the rest of the morning. Keria was astonished that he could stay hard that long without cumming or growing uncomfortable, but if anything, he was half-asleep when tension began to build in her loins again and her wetness started trickling down onto the bed.
Zethriel seemed to notice, squeezing her hand and kissing her neck. She shivered, not at his touch of course, but at the way it made every part of her that wasn't touching him feel. Even the tiny motion made her gasp as Zethriel's cock moved slightly against her insides. Against that one special spot in the roof of her cunt.
She twisted her neck to get her lips on his and he met her kiss hungrily. Drawing his hand away from hers, Zethriel ran a finger lightly over each of her nipples. As she tried to wrap her tongue around his, he slid his hand down, feeling the soft skin of her belly until his palm rested on her mound right where his cock pressed from inside her. He began to rub slow circles, gently massaging her flesh against his cock from the outside.
Each circle sent fire into her body, and when he extended a finger to brush her clit, she gasped as her muscles knotted and then burst. As her cunt spasmed around his cock, she felt her lover go rigid and hot cum bathe her insides. Surprised at how quickly she had cum, Keria let her head fall back onto Zethriel's arm. She was panting and her juices had gathered in an almost embarrassingly large pool under their hips.
When she had recovered enough of her wits--and breath--she said, "It's a good thing sex doesn't stain." The pair of them chuckled softly. She turned herself in his arms so she was facing him and brushed his lips with hers. One of her legs slid between his.
"Gods, you're beautiful," he rumbled.
Keria smiled, realizing it was the first time he had ever remarked on her looks. "I think it's incredibly sexy how you never make a sound but shake like crazy when you cum," she replied, and promptly blushed.
Zethriel blushed too, and they both realized the absurdity of it at the same time and burst out laughing.
"We're a strange pair."
"I'd hope so. If we were normal, we'd be looking elsewhere by now."
Their smiles froze and faded away, and for a second, each saw their own expression in the other's face.
"I love you," they said in unison, and didn't even laugh.
Telak Cloudcrawler stared at the bundle in his hands, still unsure as to exactly what he was doing. His feet carried him through the streets of Silvermoon under the afternoon sun. He could swear people were watching him, but he told himself sternly that it was only his imagination. Telak had a talent for never seeming out of place.
"I must be mad," he muttered under his breath for what must have been the hundredth time. It had all seemed so simple. Telak shook his head. Never trust a Nameless, no matter how intoxicating she might be. With a start, he again realized just what it was she had talked him into doing, and added another, "I must be mad."
Tightening his grip on the bundle, Telak quickened his step.
That evening, Zethriel sat down across from Keria at the small table in her room, smiling at the miniature feast he'd had Kalrah bring them. Juicy lion-steak, outlander fruit, crisped potato strips, and chilled sweetwater. A triad of miniature crystal lanterns floated silently just over their heads.
They had even dressed for the occasion, if you could call it that. Zethriel was still bare-chested, wearing only his black silk shorts, and Keria wore only a sheer, green silk longvest. It was enough for them.
Zethriel picked out the best-looking tellariberrie and fed it to Keria across the table. Her tongue brushed his fingertips as she took it from him. Smiling and without taking his eyes off her, Zethriel ripped a bite out of his steak and chewed absently.
"What would you have done?" Keria wondered. "I mean, what were you planning on doing as a newly trained Warlock before we met up?"
"I don't know. I had a vague idea about traveling the southern lands," he told her, "I did want to learn the common tongue the rest of the Horde uses." Zethriel paused a moment. "I thought myself devoid of any great aspiration, but as it turns out I do have one."
Keria opened her mouth as though to ask what, but before the word came out she smiled, reading the obvious answer in Zethriel's face. "That's sweet."
"It's true," he said. "I don't care where life takes us, as long as we're together. The only thing I aspire to is to be worthy of the love you feel for me."
She looked at him, eyes drinking him in. "You are, my love. You're thoughtful, kind, clever, gentle, and selfless."
"I'm very glad you think so," he replied, grinning. "I don't know how right you are, but I'm glad you think so, my love. I'm fairly sure I'm not selfless, in any case."
"You are when it counts, I think," she giggled. "You definitely are in bed."
Zethriel chuckled, nodding. "The way I see it, I might as well be using my hand if I'm more concerned with myself than with you."
He said it like it was common sense. Keria grinned and bit off the last of her steak, thinking how lucky she was that the man she loved loved her back just as much. "You'd be amazed how rare that school of thought is."
Zethriel shrugged, smiling over his glass.
They finished up the meal and went to take turns relieving themselves. Keria went first, and after Zethriel emerged she slid her arms around him and kissed him, long, hard, and tenderly.
"Hey," he whispered suddenly. "Would you like to dance with me?"
"Dance?"
He nodded. "I've seen dances but I've never danced before. It'd be nice to try it."
She kissed him again. "I'd love to."
Zethriel stepped back, and his hands suddenly glowed with a golden light. In the air around them, the light seemed to coalesce, forming several shapes vaguely resembling harps, longflutes, and other things.
A moment later the light was gone from Zethriel's hands, but the floating, ethereal instruments remained. Keria tried to examine them, but then Zethriel was holding her again, staring down at her with those deep emerald eyes, and the instruments ceased being important.
Gradually, music emerged from the air, building up to a slow but powerful composition of soft, haunting tones and smooth riffs. It wasn't like anything Keria had ever heard before. "So beautiful," she murmured.
They swayed in a leisurely circle in time with the haunting melody, sometimes kissing, sometimes leaning their foreheads together, sometimes just looking at one another. Every once in a while the music would change slightly so as not to get stale, but always it was gentle yet powerful and always haunting.
Almost without meaning to, Keria danced a little closer with each change as the hours slipped by. Well into the night, when she had gotten Zethriel fairly hard, he reached his hand under her vest and between her legs from behind. One finger slid along her cunt, tenderly massaging her in time with their step. She sighed into his chest and then kissed him again.
They danced forever and that wasn't long enough. As his magic gave them music, he held her and swayed. Even with his finger brushing her cunt, he didn't care if they never stopped. Keria felt so unbelievably warm and soft in his arms, as always. A part of him. If she wasn't in his arms Zethriel was not himself. Not complete.
Eventually, with moonlight slanting in through the window, Keria pulled him to the bed. Zethriel ended up on top for a change, once he'd shucked his shorts and Keria had let the vest fall from her shoulders.
With his usual care, his cock split the wet lips of her cunt. She trembled as he slid into her warm confines. Pressing her into the cushions with his weight, Zethriel slid his arms under hers and kissed her, thrusting with a smooth rolling of his hips in time with the music.
She flung her arms around his back, running her hands through his hair as her legs came up around his ass. Zethriel went on with the rocking, his cock coming out about halfway before sliding back into Keria's waiting depths, moving with the beat.
As the tension built, Zethriel picked up the pace. Keria moaned and squeezed him tighter each time his cock plowed through her wet flesh. His cock strained, ready to burst, but he took his mind away for a moment and the feeling subsided to something controllable.
Zethriel held it back only a little longer; Keria's moans became punctuated by gasps and suddenly her cunt spasmed, clenching his cock. He thrust into her extra hard one last time and went over the edge with her. The feeling built up, rising through him. Everywhere his skin touched her he seemed to shake with sensation. Zethriel's whole body burned with it as it overtook him.
"Oh, I love you," he moaned as his cock erupted, filling her with his cum. He clung to her and she to him, gasping and shaking. A nimbus of heat seemed to cradle them. Zethriel clutched her to him, breathing her in and sighing. Lifting his head, Zethriel's lips skittered over Keria's as he looked into her eyes. The afterglow was long in fading.
Very slowly, he rolled off her. Her head came to rest on his shoulder as he nuzzled her neck. She snuggled up to him, draping a leg over one of his. Stroking Keria's hair, Zethriel pulled the covers over them and sank into the bed.