Her prince had been disappearing for days at a time, leaving Aella Skysinger alone in his quarters for a time. She rarely left, if only for her mage lessons, as everything she could ever want was provided for her. Servants came with decadent food, handmaids to help her dress in the finest new handmade garb, her prince had even hired several tutors for her if she wished to continue to hone her magic abilities. For the first few weeks, this was quite novel to her and she loved the extravagance of it all. But when Kael'thas Sunstrider returned, as rarely as that was, she was left with a single night of passion and romance only to wake up the next morning to find him gone yet again. The ache of his absence began to set a hole in her heart.
Of course, Aella tried to rationalize why the elven prince would be gone for so long. Though their people were few in number, far fewer than the humans or orcs of the world, their affinity for the arcane and worldly wisdom granted them much political power - and pressure - among the races of Azeroth. Rarely, Aella would hear her prince make a quip about the ignorance of some human prince or overhear him whisper urgent messages to his guard about contacting the dusky night elves of Kalimdor. For all his smiles and warm greetings when he came over, though, he never spoke to Aella of his comings and goings. They would talk about the beautiful lands he had seen or the interesting, powerful people he had met but never about the business he always attended to. If she ever tried to broach the subject, her prince would swiftly redirect the conversation to her studies or her enjoyment of the spire and its creature comforts.
So she sat in the prince's chambers, entangled in his bed sheets that smelled so much like him and wished him home and safe with her. The day would pass by as the light and shadows of the keep would rise and fall and Aella found herself feeling useless and discontent.
She began to read a book, a rare tome found in the libraries of Silvermoon, accessed by only the most powerful mages and warlocks. It was hard to concentrate, though. Aella continued to daydream about the return of her prince, to fret over his well being, and to silent chide herself for not being powerful or experienced enough to join him on his adventures. She felt like a child. She must have read the same three lines over half a hundred times before she began to doze off, laying the old book and her head down to rest.
It was a warm dream she had, one that felt like the sun laying upon her skin. She dream of this warmth that encased her and made her heart soar into the sky, taking flight like a bird. The feeling of desire raised in her chest, though not unpleasantly. She found herself stirring and giving a soft moan, waking up to find Kael kissing his way up her bare legs gently as he derobed himself.
"My prince..." Aella murmured sleepily, attempting to sit up. He held her thigh firmly in his grasp and traced his lips over it.
"I did not mean to wake you, brightheart," he said softly, continuing to kiss her higher and higher, making her shudder as he reached her inner thigh. She placed a hand on the side of his face.
"Kiss me," she ordered. And, with a slight pout, she added, "Please."
Her prince obliged, holding her closely and kissing her deeply. His kisses were warm and sweet and left her wanting more and more. He pressed against her and ran his fingers through her hair, kissing her faster and wildly and soon Aella's head was spinning from the eroticism of his kisses, gasping and moaning as he trailed his hands down to unlace her tunic.
"Stop." She put a hand on his chest, pushing him away slightly and pausing to catch her breath. His hands immediately fell as he looked at her with confusion. Never before had she stopped their lovemaking and Aella imagined that Kael'thas Sunstrider was rarely told to stop when he truly wanted something. She looked up at him, concerned but earnest, and decided now was the time to describe how she truly felt. "Where have you been? It's been almost a fortnight since you last came home."
"Aella..." he began, but she cut him of again.
"I worry about you, my prince. I do, truly. With word of the orcish invasions and whispers of betrayals and deaths..." She made a face. "I never know where you are or when you will come home. I know you have much important business but I want to be of help. I want to know."
Kael shook his head gently. "Many of these matters are extremely dangerous, young one. I wish I could indulge you in this but there are many factors that come into play and the dangers that lie within them..."
"Please, do not patronize me." Her voice was firm, staring at him in his impossibly verdant eyes. "I know what you do is for our people but I cannot live without knowing if you are safe. I have these nagging suspicions rooted deeply in my heart and these cravings for power and truth. I know of these dangers. All I ask is that I accompany you. Bring me along, please, I beg of you."
The prince's face softened. "Only if I could, brightheart. Truly, I would. In truth, I venture to many places alone, concealed or disguised for safety and secrecy. I fear war will be upon Azeroth again and preparations must be made. These are vital reconnaissance missions, full of risks that I cannot afford. The secrets that they hold are more perilous than I would have our people believe."
"Secrets?" Aella quipped back, surprised at the sharpness of her tone. She turned her head and found her eyes burning with tears. Rubbing them furiously, she added, "It seems that all you ever keep is secrets, Kael. Is that what I am, too? A secret for you to keep?"
Kael'thas looked as he might have been slapped. After a moment, his brow furrowed and he grimaced. "Why would you say a thing such as that?"
"Your servants always try to distract me from leaving the keep. You keep me locked away like one of your precious artifacts and continually refuse to tell me anything of importance. It's as if you are ashamed of me, that you don't want anyone to know of your... of your concubine."
"I would never think of you in such demeaning terms," her prince urged fiercely. "Do you truly doubt my affection for you that greatly? Have I not provided you with many gifts, with access to the most intimate rooms in the Spire, with servants to attend to your needs?"
"Trinkets and finery do not serve as a replacement for time with my prince," Aella said softly. Kael's face fell again and all at once Aella felt badly for bringing the subject up. Her beautiful prince was trying his best to maintain order in the entire kingdom and here she was, begging him to stay with her, a common spellcaster. She leaned forward and rested her head on his chest. His heart beat steadily and she closed her eyes as she felt his warmth. "All I wish is to be with you."
He rested a hand on her head, stroking her hair, and kissed the top of her head gently. He paused for a few heartbeats and then began. "I would never be ashamed of you. You are beautiful beyond measure, a powerful and brilliant mage, and willful, too." He gave a soft chuckle. "But as wise as you are, you truly are young, brightheart. I do not keep you out of my sight because I am ashamed to be seen with you. In fact, it is I who fears greatly for your safety. I would never dare to wish that our enemies would know of your significance to me - something I worry greatly that will be exploited." Kael gave a sigh and rested his head on hers. "I wish, too, to be with you always but that simply isn't feasible."
"But surely we could use the time we have together more wisely," Aella exclaimed. "I wake up and you disappear without word. And there is so much we have yet to do together. If I truly am more than your mistress, then certainly we must... we must..." Aella trailed off, her hands flying around wildly as she struggled for words. "I have never shared a real meal with you nor have I bathed together with you. I haven't met your advisers or seen you use your wonderful magic or... or have I see Al'ar!"
"Al'ar?" mused the prince, an incredulous smirk on his face. He began to chuckle as Aella turned pink. Al'ar was the Phoenix God, progenitor of his race of magical firebirds. It was said that he could be slain a thousand times and yet he would rise again from his ashes, his full glory intact. Such a mighty beast was Kael's pet, his mount, and his friend. Aella immediately felt silly for bringing it up. "Al'ar is a sight to behold," he nodded, still smiling. "A wondrous and powerful creature, much like yourself." He brushed his hand against her face and she gave a resigned pout.
"Surely, we shall do more together. I promise we shall. But you must know that everything I do, I do with my devotion for you in mind." He leaned down, holding her face, and kissed her softly. He broke their kiss but held her face close to his, staring at her with intensity. "I will always protect you and please you and pleasure you..." His voice trailed off as he began to kiss her neck hungrily.
Aella gave a whimper and Kael pushed her to lay on the bed as his kisses trailed down from her neck, to her shoulders, to her breasts while unlacing the front of her shirt. There was a hunger in his kisses and he lifted off the garb and licked her nipple, taking it into her mouth. He slid off her undergarments and switched breasts, licking and sucking on her as she writhed. He trailed down to her stomach, kissing his way down and licking her bare skin as if the taste of her was all he wanted to know.
His lips met her thigh again and he ran his tongue so close to her wetness. Slowly, he inserted one of his long fingers, than two, into her opening. She cried and moaned, grasping the silk sheets on the bed as the pleasure took over her. He slid them in and out of her as he continued to kiss and lick her thighs, her hips. Never had her prince serviced her in this way before.
Aella felt embarrassed to be exposed to the prince like this. It felt naughty to have him spread her open with his fingers, to feel his hot breath against her sex. Finally, he began to flick his tongue gently against her clit and she cried out, cumming hard on his fingers and shuddering. But he did not stop and continued to slowly press his tongue on her most intimate spot as she rode out her orgasm, feeling another building up so soon after. He worked her clit more, lapping up her juices slowly while fingering her, rubbing her erogenous zone steadily. Aella continued to whimper, feeling the control the prince had over her pleasure. He stopped licking her and watched her with a smirk on his face, fingerfucking her faster and faster. "Cum again for me," he said roughly. She cried out and obeyed her prince, pleasure washing over her again and again.
She was still panting as Kael sat up, unbuttoning his trousers and taking out his growing cock. She wanted to feel him, to please him, so she extended a hand and began to jerk him off, slowly at first but quickening in speed as he became harder and harder. He gave a moan of satisfaction and squeezed one of her full breasts in his hand, cupping it as she continued to jerk him off.
