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Illidan was restless, his mind wandering as he prepared for the coming events.  He made sure to keep his thoughts guarded, for he could not let the Legion figure out his  true plans. Varo’then was already uneasy having him around, so he felt lucky Azshara held the captain on such a tight leash.

The scars on his body, still freshly given to him by Sargeras, ached and burned.  “Lord sorcerer…” came a voice from behind him, a single handmaiden motioning for him to follow.  “I don’t have time for this.” he leered back at her, causing her to shy back, “The queen has called for you.”

Illidan was surprised, they had just spoken not long ago after he had recovered from the demon lords gifts, “Take me to her at once.” he commanded, the handmaiden quick to turn and lead him down the ornate halls.  Illidan felt somewhat uneasy, “Is this a trap?” he thought to himself.  Azshara was cunning, a master at manipulating those around her.  Could she have seen through his mask?

As the handmaiden took him into the heart of the palace, Illidan could see Azshara laying out on her throne of silk, two handmaidens to her sides attending to her every need. “Light of Lights, we have brought the lord sorcerer back to you.” the handmaiden said with reverence in her voice, bowing to her queen.  Illidan in turn bowed to her, the immense aura or her power saturating much of his sight, “My queen, you called for me?”

“I told you, call me Azshara.”she said as she looked to the handmaidens, motioning for them to leave the chamber with a graceful flick of her wrist, “Leave us…”.  They quickly departed, heading out the main door and closing it behind them.  Illidan was captivated by her radiance, it was obvious to him how the queen had come to power so long ago.

Azshara waited for the room to be empty before she moved towards Illidan, a graceful gait that made him bite his lip, “I have something to admit to you…” she said, coming up close to his face, “When I had heard that he had gifted you, I was jealous.” she continued, reaching a hand up and stroking the scars on his chest.  Illidan saw her aura flare all around him, attempting to penetrate his mind.  He felt paralyzed.

“Yet as I saw you laying there after it all happened, I realized.  You were more then just a tool for my future husband, you were a gift to me.” she said, licking her lips. Illidan was entranced by her form, his other sense picking up the seductive smell, the soft touch, her soothing voice.  “Tyrande...” he thought to himself, hiding away a section of his mind with his desires for his old friend, making sure she couldn’t learn of his plans.

“Remember what I said earlier? That there are many favors I can grant you that even he can not?” she said, reaching around behind her gown and unlatching it’s straps, exposing her delicious, firm breasts, “I will grant you one of those favors now” she said, pushing her body into his, “So that I may taste of his power myself.”

Illidan felt his body move nearly on it’s own, her influence and his own desires allowing her to lead him towards the throne.  She pushed him down, his body feeling the soft cushions.  Azshara crawled up to him, her eyes peering towards his scars, focused more on them then Illidan himself.  He felt her reach into his pants, pulling out his cock without any hesitation, “Oh my, it seems even your cock was granted his gifts.”

Illidan looked down, and it was true,  even his cock was marked with the demonic tattoos Sargeras had written into him.  Azshara took it firmly in her hand, touching the marks gently as she stroked.  Illidan gasped as she took the tip in her mouth, moving her tongue around his head.  “Tyrande…” he thought again, trying to picture her as the queen continued to pleasure him, “I am the most powerful…” he said, trying to regain some control and reaching towards the queen with his hand, “I am in control…”

Illidan felt a sudden shock in his arm, “Impressive” she giggled, “You almost broke my magic, but even with my beloveds power, you are still a novice.” she said as she held a single finger up to his arm, her magic making him lose control.  “Now be a good toy, and let me play with you.”

Yup, another one starring Azshara.  Don’t blame me!  You chose the story I was pretty much sitting on if people picked the WOTA and famous heroes meeting options!  So it’s totally your guys fault! “slinks off and hides”

Anyways, hope you guys like it.  This is a fanon continuation of a segment of the War of the Ancients Trilogy Novel, more specifically a section of The Sundering in which Illidan joins with the enemy for a short time.

And now to get some rest for another work week.

Lok’tar Ogar!

Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #5

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Vol’jin couldn’t help but pace along the beach, his nerves on edge as he held the parchment tight in his hand.  “Dat fool… How much more blood gonna be spilled for dis new land…” he whispered below his breath.

“Vol’jin!” came a sudden voice from behind him, startling him and forcing him to quickly turn.  “Zun’kira” he answered, spying the hunter matron as she came down the hill with two of her younger pupils.

She walked up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Ya seem distracted…” she said, a smile crossing her face.  “How ya be expected to lead with dat mind filled with such tings?”

Vol’jin relaxed a little as he peered back behind her, the two young pupils shying away as his eyes came upon them.  “Dis is a difficult age, Zun’kira, I have to be prepared for anything.” he said, training his eyes back to hers.

“Ah but all good chiefs need time to relax.” she said, moving a hand up to his tusk and caressing it.  The two pupils sneaking to his sides,  rubbing and massaging his arms.  “I hear da fish stocks be getting low, how about ya come join us on a little trip to sea? Aye, mon?”

Vol’jin relaxed his shoulders, and stuffed the parchment in his sack. The two pupils giggled as they pulled him towards the nearby canoes, “Aye, but I bet ya not wanting to hunt fish”

Zun’kira smiled again as she moved forward giving him a light push, causing him to fall into the canoe.  She gave her pupils a nod as they reached behind to untie their leather tops,”Aye, we gonna be hunting a snake.”

Very happy with this one, really wanted to use the new Vol’jin model and this was what I came up with.  Enjoy!  Will be back to polling this coming week.

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Jandice Barov looked down at the night elf strapped to the table, his eyes flickering in and out of consciousness.  She moved her ghostly hand up and down his naked body, “Oh what we could have done…” she whispered as the door swung open, and in walked two of her students. ___

“You wished to… oh… oh my…” said the high elf, her cheeks turning red as she looked at the table.  Behind her the gnome was more curious then embarrassed, “Are we practicing dissection today?” she inquired. __

Jandice laughed, her haunted echo filling the chamber, “No.  This one stumbled into our campus, and I felt it was a perfect time for a more… unique study session.” Jandice’s form dissipated from sight as she finished her sentence, appearing swiftly behind her students and taking them by surprise.  “As my two brightest, you get the first session. Now get undressed for some… sexual… education.” Ook

She watched with glee as the two students did as they were told without question.  She didn’t expect to actually teach them anything, but while her body was long gone, she figured there were other ways to sate her terrible lust. ___

“Class is in session.”

The vote was pretty close that time, Western Plaguelands winning by only a single vote!  You guys got your poor soul (lucky soul?) lost in Scholomance!

I did feel pretty bad for Four Winds though, and since I had an idea in my head for it, I decided to make a less sexy, more humorous image as a bonus.  Some may like it, some might not.

Want to see it?  Well I am not feeling so much like giving it out up front.  You may have to find it hidden in this post.