The hunger shook Aella Skysinger so violently that she began to shiver as she rubbed her eyes, awakening to the first dawn. The sensation palpitating in her chest was growing by the day and she worried she could no longer bear it. She arose from her warm bed, pulling her robes tighter across her chest as if that would stop the burning inside of her. Clutching her garb tighter, she peered out of the window; the light was touching the edges of the great elven city of Silvermoon. And yet, in all of its beauty, the light shifted and clung to the edges of the capital, casting eerie shadows upon the white stone and rising towers. Aella writhed uncomfortably, turning from the sight as the feeling continued to flutter inside of her. This lust for the arcane, for pure magic, for power, would not soon cease. She only feared it may soon consume her.
Sighing, she began to get prepared for the day ahead despite her uncomfortable circumstance. Lessons and training rarely stopped for an acolyte mage, especially one of her caliber. Though she was the most powerful of the young blood elves in her elite division, her instructor, Voren'thal, refused to give her any praise or recognition. He chided her constantly, citing her destructive methods and her uncontrolled style of magic-wielding. "It will destroy you if you do not channel it properly," he told her once. "The arcane is as dangerous as it is powerful. You would not be the first to be consumed by your own raw power."
But Aella loved the feeling of being limitless. She loved the feeling of emitting spells from her fingertips, gently guiding them as they slithered from inside of her, rushing through her core and manifesting into beams of light and power. She knew it was dangerous but that seemed to only excite her further, spurning her on to make rash choices and cast even more dangerous spells. The feeling was intoxicating to her, intimate and wonderful. She craved it.
And yet, in the basements of the academies of Silvermoon, Aella found herself listening to the rambles of an elf who was eons old, warning her and her fellow acolytes of the dangers of the shifting planes of existence and the importance of concentration and control. It was all very tedious and many of the students found themselves daydreaming, Aella including. It was only until Instructor Voren'thal used the phrase "instantaneous teleportation" did Aella's pointed ears perk up.
After a long discussion of the safety and methods of their practice, the acolytes were allowed to begin to practice their teleportation in small ranges. The room was large but that did not stop some acolytes from colliding with one another mid-blink. Some found themselves hovering instead of leaping, crashing down to the ground with grunts and groans. And yet others could barely manage to disappear and reappear in only the same spot. Aella, however, was blinking all over the room, making a small lap and grinning as the rush of magic washed over her each time she did it. It was natural to her, like floating in a pool of water.
The lesson continued for some time and the acolytes were hollering and chatting, begrudgingly or enthusiastically practicing their new found power. The noise of the room did not register to Aella as she continued to show of her proficiency as the students looked on in admiration or jealousy. "It's quite easy," she admitted in a cheerful tone. "Watch!" She blinked around further while giggling to herself, high on her new abilities. She stopped only when the room fell silent and she heard his voice.
"Impressive, young mage. You learn fast."
The voice was low and even and a certain kindness to it rang. Yet there was no mistaking the authority of the voice. Aella whipped her head around to see most of the room kneeling before him, dressed in robes of gold and scarlet, flanked by two mighty paladins. Kael'thas Sunstider, the Blood Elf Prince.
Immediately, she fumbled with her robes and took a knee as well. "M-my prince," she sputtered out, bowing her head gently. "Th-thank you for your kind words..." Taking a quick glance at the prince, she saw he was giving her a smirk. Her face flushed and she stared hard at the floor.
"My lord," Voren'thal said, rising from his knee. "Anu belore dela'na." They gripped arms, familiar with one another, and Voren'thal's face softened from its usual grimace. "What brings you to these depths of our great city? Surely you must have more important business."
"I have business to attend to, old friend." The prince smiled softly, as if hiding a secret. "I thought I might stop by to say hello and to check on the young initiates. We will be needing great magi in our ranks soon enough." His volume did not shift, but there was a tone in his voice as he said "I foresee a great need for the power soon." The tone disappear but the two continued to chat cordially for a moment and the room was abuzz with murmurs of excitement about the visit from the great Sun King. Aella willed herself to look at him again, to see his beautiful features and the power of his gaze. The prince spotted her staring at him again and smiled warmly. Then he turned to say his goodbyes to the initiates and gracefully exited.
The urge in Aella's chest ached harder.
*****
That night, Aella laid in her velvet-covered bed, tossing and shutting her eyes as she tried to rest. The sensation was spreading, building up inside of her. Had she finally reached her limit? Would this need for magic grow exponentially until she was consumed, driving her to madness? It throbbed and throbbed inside of her. Opening her robes, she put her hands on her bare skin, trying to soothe an ache that wasn't truly there. Her skin was flushed and warm and her fingertips were chilled. It made her jump. She slid the cold hands up and down her body, caressing her breasts and her stomach and her thighs. She wished that someone would touch her, to hold her, to feel her...
Her hand slid down to her slit and she let the coldness of her fingers brush against her sex. Her spirit felt as if it was smoldering. She rubbed herself gently with one hand as she fondled her breasts with the other. She let out a soft whine, rubbing slightly faster and bucking her hips forward. She needed this. She pinched her nipples gently, feeling her slit getting wetter as she rubbed herself in small circles, whimpering quietly.
Oh how she wished someone would grab her, to rub her, to thrust inside of her depths... Her fingers moved faster as she shut her eyes tighter and imagined a Sin'dorei male on top of her, kissing her and inserting his fingers in her. She imagined her prince, taking her roughly as his powerful eyes peered into hers, him staring at her as she came on his cock. "Kael..." she whimpered and the feeling began to wash over her again, the thrill of unknowable magical power and she came, hard.
The room felt as if it was spinning and Aella rubbed her eyes slowly, feeling a cool breeze run over her mostly naked figure. When she opened her eyes, she was in a dim room with high, vaulted ceilings and a canopy bed underneath her, made of the richest red silks and golden trim. The high of the orgasm came crashing down as she felt cold and confused. This was not her room nor any place she had ever been before - it was far too lavish and upscale for anyone that she had known. Where exactly was she?
She saw the room was round and had windows high with think drapes covering them. It was still night yet. Aella clutched at her robes, trying to hide her nakedness. In front of her was a large pair of doors. Squinting in the darkness, she saw the symbol of the blood elves, of her people and it began to dawn on her where exactly she was.
The doors slowly began to swing open and Aella hurriedly tried to concentrate on teleporting back to her room in the acolyte tower. She felt chilled and exhilarated and dizzy and it was hard for her to think. Her form wouldn't move and she closed her eyes tighter, imagining harder. And yet, her spirit knew where she wanted to be. It was futile to even try.
"Now what is this...?"
