**Author’s Note!!** - This, my dear friends, is the first smut chapter. If you don’t care for gratuitous, poorly-written, elf-on-elf action, then you probably shouldn’t read this chapter, and just wait for the next one. I had a lot of fun writing this part; as you can probably tell, it’s longer than all the other parts, lol. Cheers! And thank for reading!
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Maiev’s eyes almost never met his hidden ones in the following months. She kept a good watch over him, as always, but he never saw her watching him like a predator and its prey again. He doubted that story was the same when he was sleeping but as long as he never woke to that scene of her beside him again, it certainly didn’t bother him. He rarely received any more than a rough growl or snort whenever he made a snide question or comment, and this relieved him. Perhaps she truly would leave him alone now. Alone to think and reflect, and plot. He reveled in the newfound personal time and meditated often, relaxing as best he could.
Sometimes he saw her leave the chamber altogether, and wondered where she went. He thought about making an escape attempt during these periods when she was gone, but decided against it, as he found the cold, enchanted bars of his cell unwilling to bend to his will.
Tyrande often occupied his mind, and he found that the pillow, though given to him by Maiev, made a sort of companion. He didn’t absolutely need comfort, but it was nice to have a soft, colorful object in this drab, uninviting cell. He had once thought about this, and the thought of a scantily-clad Maiev had crossed his mind fleetingly.
He did not think about it again.
Her silence was comforting but somewhat frightening at the same time. She was one to snap, all of her emotions gathering together at one time and just exploding. He couldn’t tell whether she was suffering mentally or simply back to her stoic Warden behavior of treating him like a prisoner, and a mere prisoner only.
Did that irk him? He wasn’t sure.
She kept him fed, and that’s what mattered most.
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I hate this.
Maiev strode up the passage and begin through the labyrinth toward the opening, avoiding patches of wildlife where she knew they thrived. Her chakram already dripped with an oozing black blood from the hosts of a nest of arachnids she had found in the middle of one of the paths. It had been cut down promptly after its finding.
A pair of her Watchers eyed her nervously as she continued purposely through the maze. Sending others for supplies always bothered her. It was a task, though menial, she could (and did) do herself. She appreciated the exercise anyways. Stretches and repetitions could only keep a body in so much shape without actually moving anywhere. She picked up her pace to a jog, cape flowing behind her.
The walk itself felt good, but the inner turmoil was eating away at her. Her want for Illidan burned like a brand on her insides. The continued silent treatment bothered her to no end; it didn’t help when he added in a completely ignorant comment. He had even commented on her breasts once, but she hadn’t even looked at him, only half hearing what he said. She had to deny him from herself and tell herself what an imbecile he was if she was to escape. She wanted away from him, a way to turn herself off to his unconscious charms. She refused to allow herself to stare at him any longer, denied even glances and verbal communication. She did what was necessary of her to keep him alive, and left it at that.
Her lips pursed. It certainly wasn’t working.
In fact, she thought it was only making it worse. She longed for his company, for the discussions they had had before, and the touch of his skin. Her tongue unconsciously traced her bottom lip, lingering on the divets where his teeth had broken through. Was that really a kiss? She wasn’t sure. It seemed like the manifestation of desperation and violence and longing all rolled into one.
She was ashamed for the last statement she had thrown at him, in a moment of angry, anxious weakness. Weakness. That was the last thing she had wanted him to see in her. And she had hurled it straight at him. What did he think of her now?
She froze in midstep. What did he think? She was extremely curious to know, for some reason, more at this moment than any before.
He most likely did not know it, not having any time reference, but it had been months since the incident. She was almost ashamed at how much she lingered on the subject, especially after his comment about not dwelling. Yet she suddenly wanted to know his thoughts.
She abruptly turned on her heel and began jogging back to the chamber. Frowning, her jog turned into a run.
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Illidan looked up from his seated position on the ground to find Maiev trotting back into the cell and staring straight at him. After the long period of not having any visual contact with her, it made him slightly uneasy, as if her narrowed eyes could bore holes into him. She silently walked right up against the cell bars before Blinking inside.
She didn’t make a sound, but her eyes... She wants something. He grunted.
“What’s the problem, wench?”
“What do you think, Illidan?” she said in a quiet, airy voice.
“I think you should go back to leaving me alone.” He plastered a large frown on his face and directed it at her.
He was startled by a loud laugh. “I can leave you to rot, if you wish. I don’t think you want me to leave you alone completely.” She was looking down her nose at him through her mask. “But what do you think?”
He suddenly wished she would take the mask off for some reason. “Think about what, you crazy whore?”
Maiev didn’t even flinch. She lowered herself down to him in one quick motion and latched painfully onto one of his shoulders, her nose less than an inch from his. “I’m curious, Betrayer. I want to know what goes through that twisted head of yours.” She illustrated by tracing his hairline with a nail. “What am I to you now?”
He wanted to grab her hands and crush them to a pulp but held back, maintaining his deep scowl. He “stared” into those probing eyes from beneath his blindfold, and wondered what madness she had fallen into now.
“Are you going to answer me?” He felt her hand move from his hairline to his abdomen, caressing his muscles lightly. He kept his mouth shut and remained motionless, fighting between whether he wanted her to leave or continue stroking him. It felt good...
He realized her cape had fallen to the floor, exposing her armor. Even in it, she had a nice shape.
His lip curled in frustration. Why was he thinking this? It was the last thing he needed right now, especially when he could sense what she was feeling. He wasn’t surprised as her hand moved lower, going underneath the furry band of his pants, her fingers brushing against his manhood more than once. He saw the punctures in her bottom lip and suddenly wished he hadn’t made them, marring those beautiful, full lips of hers.
“I see I’m not going to get a reply,” she sighed, almost wistfully, but didn’t remove her hand from his midsection. She moved to grab his member and began running her fingers up and down the length lightly, squeezing certain spots harder than the others. He swallowed, even farther from a decision of what to do with her now. It felt so good...
Throwing everything to the wind, he let his body relax and take her actions. A low throaty moan erupted from his lips as he felt her nimble fingers work their magic on him.
Completely delighted by his reaction, Maiev worked her fingers up and around his sticky tip and fluttered down his shaft repeatedly. She leaned in towards him and connected his lips with hers in a somewhat less fierce display than previously. Grappling onto his bottom lip, she began to pump his erection, her excitement flowing into her actions.
Overcome by a too-long period of no sexual attention, Illidan came quickly into her hand with the small moan she remembered. She stared at the milky white substance on her fingers, breathing almost as heavily as he, before licking it off with a purposeful stare at him.
He could “see” nothing at the moment though; he was completely overcome by what had just happened. Not just that he gotten a handjob but it was Maiev... Always, it was Maiev. He suddenly felt angry and shamed and wanting more at the same time. He could dimly see her doffing her armor and throwing it across the floor, heard it skitter on the stone, until she was down to a thin halter and panties again. Her one hand licked completely clean, she used it to remove her helm and reveal her sharp features to him again. She was beautiful.
Suddenly, he laughed raucously. This was sheer, utter madness. What the hell, why not?
Maiev’s eyes narrowed at the laughing demon hunter, but a small smile played on her lips. He wasn’t going to push her away this time. Not that she would have let him anyway. She climbed into his lap and was greeted by a grin and hands that moved smoothly up and down her torso, outlining her curves and deftly removing her clothing. Her hair dusted his face as they met together for a rough kiss, their tongues sliding together as they both tried to delve deeper into the other’s mouth.
Illidan felt her hips begin to grind into his, and roved for her breasts with his hands, taking one in each and kneading it roughly. Maiev moaned softly into his mouth, enjoying the treatment. She was a rough sort of woman, and he would certainly treat her as she wished, using all his pent- up frustration and aggression.
He broke from her lips and hauled her upwards with his strong arms, taking a hard nipple in his mouth and sucking on it, occasionally nipping with his teeth. Her arms encircled his head, pulling him into her forceful embrace as she wrapped her legs tightly around his torso. He could feel a wetness against his abdomen and moved a hand inward toward it. His nails brushed up against soft, moist flesh, and he began teasing her as he continued sucking on her nipples, listening with satisfaction to her short gasps as his fingers brushed against her most sensitive spots.
Maiev couldn’t believe what a turn this had taken. He felt so good and they had barely begun. She was having what she wanted now, and she was happy. His nails brushed lightly against her clit and it was all she could do to keep from smothering him in her chest and grabbing his hands and forcing them to do her bidding. She moaned as her back arched into him, wishing he would not tease her so, but enjoying it at the same time. She craned her neck and latched onto one of his ears with her teeth. She heard his sharp intake of breath as she began sucking and remembered how sensitive his ears were. He lowered her back into his lap, trailing nips and kisses all the way up her chest and neck. As her thighs connected with his, she could feel his throbbing erection through his pants against her flesh. She almost giggled, remembering his superb stamina.
She wriggled out of his tight hold and kneeled at his knees, her eyes almost blindingly bright. He extended his legs and felt his pants slide off of them. He could see her between his legs, grinning like a silly little girl as she slowly lowered herself onto his body. Her breasts connected with his abdomen and smothered his cock. He grunted as she squeezed them together around him, moving slowly, almost painfully up his length before she laughed at his expression and released him. He instead felt a tongue press lightly down on him, licking all the way up the shaft along the pulsing nerve.
He gasped sharply as it reached the slick tip and lingered, licking in circles and quick laps. He felt tight wetness enclose him as she took the head into her mouth and sucked hard; he swallowed a loud yell and tried in vain to repress the urge to thrust himself all the way into her mouth.
Maiev’s eyes widened as Illidan pushed himself all the way into her mouth, his dick pushing against the back of her throat. Having suppressed her gag reflex long ago, she did as he wished, sucking on him hard while she slid up and down. He pressured him once or twice with her teeth, replying to the pinched expression on his face with a sly grin. Her tongue pressed up against his underside, pushing most when it found the tender spot right underneath the head and wiggling slightly, earning her gasps and moans.
The expression on his face and his quick, hoarse sounds told her he was on the brink of orgasm again. She hastily dropped him from her mouth and began licking everywhere but his dick. He cried out as she moved to his balls, rubbing her tongue against them ruthlessly and then continuing back up to his cock. His hands were clenched on the stone floor; Maiev saw this and giggled at him before sliding him back in her mouth again. Wanting only to torture him, she began humming in a low tone.
The vibrations pushed Illidan over the edge. He came in her mouth with a hiss and a moan, and saw her swallow his cum with a satisfied look on her face.
His nails dug into the stone as she kept going, stroking his tender shaft with her slick tongue. His mouth opened but no sound came out. It felt so incredible. He felt as if he was going to burst from the pleasure; his legs began tingling as she continued sucking and he lost the feeling in the tips of his fingers. He wanted to smack at the pleased look on Maiev’s face but couldn’t bring himself to move, only to accept the pleasurable torture she was giving him.
And suddenly it was gone and he could breathe again. Maiev’s face was coming towards him, her breasts and hips swaying as she crawled. He didn’t move as her hot tongue licked at the salty sweat on his cheeks. She again moved to his ears, sucking and biting. He wanted to scream out but didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. He lay motionless, allowing her to do what she wanted, but felt himself rocking along with her as she grinded into him with her hips again. Hot breaths of air played on his ears and neck and small moans danced in his ears. She certainly wasn’t giving him a break.
The smug expression on her face disappeared as she was overcome with the hot need of sex and the desire of him to be in her. His cock, though recovering from her oral attack, felt so good gliding against her. She wished she could see his eyes, see exactly what he was going through, though his body told her plenty enough. She felt the nips on her neck and chest burning and it only made her want him more. Her lips moved to his neck and parted on his flesh as she bit into him, drawing a bright red trickle of blood. His muscles tightened but he did not stop her. She lapped at it with her tongue, working her way up and around his neck and to his ears and cheeks, all the time pressing more and more into him with her hips. She could feel him getting hard again as she drenched his flesh with her juices. She nibbled at his jawbone while her nails raked at his sides; it was getting unbearable.
She gasped sharply as he suddenly pushed himself into her, driving deep into her. He lay there motionless for a moment before beginning to pull out, breathing hard and sweating. She was about to yell at him for hesitation, before he rammed himself back into her roughly. A sharp scream of delight pierced his hearing as he began to pump himself in and out of her. She rocked with him, accompanying his thrusts by slamming herself down onto him. She forced herself to silence with difficulty; she wanted to scream and moan and cry with pleasure at the top of her lungs. His hands roved across her breasts and thighs, pinching here and there, leaving bright marks where he squeezed.
In one swift, strong motion, Illidan lifted her up as he stood, her legs wrapping around his torso to keep the contact. He staggered over to the large pillow and lay her down upon it as he dropped heavily on top of her and began thrusting roughly into her again. Her legs wrapped themselves around his shoulders, her hands grabbing at her breasts and pinching her nipples as she screamed soundlessly.
Between grunts, he grinned at her and shoved two of his fingers into her mouth. She grabbed his hand and worked them in and out, sucking on them as hard as she could in rhythm with the hard fucking he was giving her.
Suddenly he pulled out and leaned forward, his face twisted in the throes of ecstasy as he spilled onto her stomach. The pressure of his body sent her off the edge and she came like a steam tank, soaking his upper thighs. He collapsed on top of her, a heavy but welcome weight on her heaving chest.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she sighed. He didn’t respond. Maiev laughed quietly and buried her face in the silky slick of hair on the top of his head. His slow, steady breathing told her he was already asleep or very close to it. She hummed quietly until she, too, fell asleep, naked underneath him in the stark cell.
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