Like many times before, Sylvanas Windrunner, Banshee Queen of the Forsaken, visited Lady Somberdusk in her tower for the night. The Wraithspeaker was always dutiful in her dance with the Dark Lady, never once showing dislike or hesitation or regret. Sylvanas sometimes wondered if she enjoyed or even want it, but Lady Somberdusk always reassured her that she did.

 

Still, they were always formal in their times together, not that Sylvanas particularly wanted that. There were so many times where she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from moaning “ Xalenore” in Lady Somberdusk’s ear.

 

Sylvanas wondered if she had to stop herself from doing the same.

 

Oh, how Sylvanas yearned to hear her name on Lady Somberdusk’s tongue. The san’layn always whimpered “ my queen” or “ my lady ” so delicately when she came. The imagery of Lady Somberdusk, as flushed as a san’layn could be, her thighs clutching onto Sylvanas’ hips, oh, her nails digging into Sylvanas’ hair… Her fangs trailing across her neck, so scared to break her skin… The soft moans of “ Sylvanas, Sylvanas, Sylvanas… ” each time she thrust into her… Oh, how the fantasy consumed her.

 

Feelings were something Sylvanas became quite good at separating from her work. 

 

Work . 

 

It was strange to think of sex as work, but she certainly knew that was how Lady Somberdusk perceived it, in a way at least. But that was how Lady Somberdusk perceived everything . If it was not work, then it was not worth doing, and perhaps Sylvanas held some respect for that.

 

This night was different, though.

 

Sylvanas came to her, not because she was bored and wanted some entertainment, or because she was aroused and needed to relieve herself. No - this time would be different.

 

She wanted a distraction . 

 

Hellscream lived. Vereesa abandoned her. The sorrow was agonizing, and Sylvanas feared it would kill her.

 

She couldn't go to Nathanos tonight. He would've worried too much. Sylvanas saw the worry on his face already, when she said that Vereesa would no longer be joining him. No, she needed someone to not care. To comply, and to do nothing else but comply. 

 

And so, like many times before, Sylvanas Windrunner found herself visiting Lady Somberdusk’s tower for the night.

 

Lady Somberdusk did not seem shocked when she opened her door. Though, she never did.

 

“My queen,” she greeted with a bow.

 

Sylvanas nodded for her to rise. “I wish for your company tonight,” she started. The san’layn made no reaction. “If you'll have me.”

 

“Always, my queen,” Lady Somberdusk simply spoke before guiding Sylvanas into her chambers. 

 

Their routine was simple. The san’layn would aid Sylvanas out of her armor, then take her by the mouth. Sylvanas would then prepare the san’layn and take her as well. After Sylvanas spent herself, Lady Somberdusk would redress herself in her gown and wait by the window in silence until Sylvanas left.

 

But tonight would be different. 

 

Lady Somberdusk approached Sylvanas from behind to unfasten the buckles on her pauldrons, but Sylvanas turned away.

 

“Not yet,” Sylvanas ordered. “Stay still.”

 

Sylvanas moved to stand behind Lady Somberdusk, pushing the san’layn’s white hair to the side. As white as Little Moon’s, Sylvanas thought for a moment before burying it. No. Tonight she would not think about her. That was the point of being here, after all.

 

She dropped her dress after untying it, then circled around to Lady Somberdusk’s front. She brushed the loose strands of hair from her face. 

 

Her cherry lips parted slightly, perhaps expecting Sylvanas to embrace them. Instead, Sylvanas lifted the san’layn’s chin and kissed her neck, trailing down to her breasts then her belly. Two small scars glowed dimly, scars that Sylvanas herself shared, though in a different form. 

 

He made his mark on us all.

 

Sylvanas kissed further south until her cunt, where she paused and looked up at the san’layn.  Lady Somberdusk’s ruby eyes pierced back, expecting. Keeping eye contact, Sylvanas leaned in and licked the inside of her thigh, kissing it, lightly gnawing at it, working her way up until she was licking the folds of her labia as well. She shallowly dipped her tongue inside, and oh was she so wet. 

 

She continued around her cunt, spreading the wetness of her heat, mapping out every centimeter, avoiding her sweet bundle of nerves until —

 

“— My lady! ”

 

Sylvanas smiled to herself and licked her clit again, inciting another moan from Lady Somberdusk. She began flicking it with her tongue at a slow pace.

 

Lady Somberdusk brushed her fingers through Sylvanas’ hair as her pleasure built, and not before long she was gripping onto her head for stability. Sylvanas held her hips in her hands, holding her still as she delivered the san'layn through her orgasm.

 

After helping her through her high, Sylvanas stood up and kissed her briefly before turning around to take off her own armor. The san’layn helped her with her shirt and breeches, freeing her hardened cock from her confinements and discarding the clothing. 

 

Sylvanas kissed her again, hungry, as Lady Somberdusk guided her to her bed and beckoned Sylvanas to sit down. 

 

The san’layn released her lips from Sylvanas’ and began to kneel down. 

 

“Wait,” said Sylvanas. “Not tonight.”

 

Lady Somberdusk nodded. Sylvanas pulled her into another kiss. She consumed her. Sylvanas wanted nothing more than to hold her close, to extend this moment forever. Sylvanas’ hands latched onto Lady Somberdusk’s head and neck, Lady Somberdusk’s hand playing with Sylvanas’ breast, her other hand —

 

Sylvanas moaned into her mouth as Lady Somberdusk’s other hand found her way to Sylvanas’ cock. It was one stroke at first, then another, then another, until she began a steady pace. The slowly quickening pumping sent electricity through Sylvanas’ spine, building up more and more, lulling Sylvanas into a growing state of ecstasy. 

 

Then Lady Somberdusk's hand stopped moving, and Sylvanas pulled away from her lips with a whimper. Sylvanas wanted to order her to come back, to touch her again until she came, but a smirk grew on the san’layn’s face that implied she had  other plans.

 

Lady Somberdusk, having an emotion? A rarity.

 

“Lean back, my lady.” 

 

Sylvanas did not move, not at first. But then the san’layn’s eyes got all big, and she practically pouted.

 

“ Please ?”

 

How could she say no to that?

 

Sylvanas leaned back and pushed herself further up on the bed. Lady Somberdusk climbed on top of her on all fours, holding her head down to kiss her. Her hips lowered, grinding her heat against Sylvanas’ cock for a moment, spreading her wetness. She sank her warmth down onto her cock with one quick thrust.

 

“ Xalenore! ” Sylvanas hissed, her head falling back. The san’layn’s eyes widened. Damnit . Sylvanas hadn't meant to let that slip, but it was too late now.

 

Sylvanas’ hands found their way to Xalenore’s hips, guiding them up and down on her cock.

 

“You feel so good,” Sylvanas moaned, and Xalenore’s pace quickened. 

 

Xalenore dug her nails into Sylvanas’ hair and kissed her hard, before lowering her head down to Sylvanas’ neck. She thrust her hips back down, harder, deeper this time, and held it.

 

She looked up at Sylvanas, her face changed. Darkness grew around her eyes, and her eyes themself seemed to darken as well. Something primal seemed to overtake her. It was not the first time she had done that during sex, and Sylvanas certainly had her theories on what was occuring.

 

“I…May I bite you, my lady?” asked the san’layn.

 

Ah. Bloodlust.

 

Sylvanas did not know san’layn feasted on the dead as well as the living. But perhaps that would have to be a topic of discussion for another night. 

 

“You may,” replied Sykvanas, “if you use my name.”

 

Xalenore lifted her hips back up, drawing a sigh from Sylvanas, and thrusting back down. She returned to her pace, quickening more and more. 

 

“ Sylvanas, ” she whispered into her ear. Sylvanas brought a hand down to rub Xalenore’s clit, her other hand still on the san’layn’s hips.

 

“You're so tight for me.”

 

Xalenore released another moan, and her movements became more and more erratic. Sylvanas began thrusting herself, meeting her each way, bringing her closer and closer to a second edge.

 

“Sylvanas, oh Sylvanas!”

 

Xalenore bit down onto Sylvanas' neck as she came. Sylvanas held her hips, fucking her through her pleasure, bringing herself closer and closer to her own until she spilled herself inside.

 

Xalenore lifted herself away and dressed herself in her gowns to stand by the windowsill, becoming Lady Somberdusk once more. 

 

And as the high from her ecstasy passed by, so too would Sylvanas become the Banshee Queen.

 

The moonlight poured through the window onto the san’layn, illuminating her hair into a faint glow. As white as Little Moon’s.

 

The Banshee Queen approached Lady Somberdusk from behind, pulling her hair aside once more to kiss her neck.

 

“Swear to me, Wraithspeaker,” Sylvanas ordered.

 

“Anything.”

 

“Swear to me that you'll never betray me.” Swear to me that you'll never betray me like her.

 

“I swear.”

 

Sylvanas kissed her again.