9/29/2015 4:36:21 AM: Illidan's Release Even though it has been 10,000 years since the night elves placed Illidan in the lightless prison, Tyrande has never quite forgotten her childhood best friend. While Malfurion is a great lover, Tyrande feels neglected as he spends way too much time with his duties in the Emerald Dream. Consequently, Tyrande cannot help but picture how life would have been if she has chosen his brother, Illidan instead. Her occasional daydreaming turns darker as days pass. Her feelings for the Betrayer slowly turn into lust. The High Priestess of Darnassus, as wise and confident as she is, also has a dark side. After all, who can resist the charm of a bad boy? Illidan has always been the spontaneous, wild type, unlike his brother who is pure and reserved. Standing over seven feet tall, Illidan is muscular and covered in battle scars. In contrast, the priestess is just a little over 6 feet tall, with a slim yet curvy figure in all the right places. Her skin is smooth and pale in contrast to other elves. She has beautiful long blue hair and a smile that lights up the room. She realizes that Illidan can easily overpower her, and this fantasy eventually becomes an obsession. She has to have him, even just for one night. Despite Malfurion’s protest, Tyrande decides to free Illidan, claiming that his power can be used to battle the invading Burning Legion. Tyrande battles her way through the prison guards, eventually reaching her childhood friend’s prison cell. Tyrande’s alluring scent is like the smell of fresh roses in spring, seducing Illidan immediately as she approaches. Alone, she then unlocks the prison cell and releases him from his shackles. As Tyrande turns around, her long, blue hair brushes against Illidan’s chest, teasing the prisoner. In response, the Betrayer grabs her tightly by her wrist, refusing to let go. She can feel his tall, muscular figure restraining her, making her feel powerless. She hears a whisper in her ear, “It’s been 10,000 years since you have me locked up in this prison cell. You’ve been a bad girl!” Tyrande’s knees weaken as she hears those words from her childhood friend. Her heart begins to beat quicker and louder, which only makes Illidan even more confident. Tyrande snaps back to reality from the feeling of cold metal binding her wrists. The same shackles which she has once used to confine the betrayer have turned against her. Illidan snaps the shackles around her wrists, turning the priestess into a helpless prisoner. She soon realizes that Illidan has no intentions of leaving just yet. After all, she has been Illidan’s crush since childhood and here she is, helpless and shackled to the prison cell with him, alone. Tyrande utters “Let me go…” but before she can say another word, she feels a strong, familiar hand running down her back. Tyrande, in her pure and elegant Mooncloth Robe knows what is about to happen. She feels the warm hand slowly gliding down her spine and reaching for the sash. Within a swift second, the knot on her robe is released and she helplessly watches her thin robe fall to the ground, revealing her white lace bra and matching panties. She can feel the cold prison steel rubbing against her now exposed back. Her captor continues down to her butt cheek and grabs her firm, smooth bottom. Tyrande then squirms and struggles in her shackles as Illidan raises his firm hand to slap her, hard in her bottom. “One for every thousand years I am locked up in this forsaken place!” 2… 3… 4… 5… Tyrande continues to squirm and wiggle around, but to no avail. She is forced to watch her captor explore her smooth, firm body as he runs his other hand up her chest. Now Tyrande can feel his hand cupping one of her firm breasts. The spanking then turns into caressing as the betrayer rubs her now red bottom and fondles her breast. Her breast fits right into his palm like a match made in heaven. As Illidan squeezes her breast, it jiggles and fills up the void around his fingers. Tyrande can feel her panties getting soaked as her lust and fantasy finally come true. But she pretends to struggle, hoping her captor does not notice her excitement through her soaked panties. But it’s already too late. Illidan’s hand has already worked its way around her thighs to her crotch. “I can see the pure priestess has quite a dark fantasy.” Her captor grins devilishly, teasing her. Tyrande’s face turns red, knowing that her gorgeous body is not the only thing exposed, but so is her darkest fantasy. 6…7…8…9…10 with every slap, Tyrande gets even more turned on. She then hears the clasp on her bra unhooks, and the white lace bra is next to fall to the ground, revealing her firm, perky breasts. The chill in the prison teases her bare breasts, making her nipples erect. She cannot help but let out another moan, as Illidan wraps his lips around her nipple and nibbles it. She can no longer struggle. The leader of the night elves is completely defeated. “You’re all mine.” Illidan commands, “Your body and your will” Tyrande’s panties soon fall to the ground as Illidan grabs and pulls them all the way down to her ankles. She feels her captor’s finger tip teasing her shaved pussy, massaging her clit. Tyrande, aroused yet speechless can only continue to moan as she is teased by his finger running up and down her slit. Her juices drip all over his finger, and Illidan makes no hesitation to taste her most intimate part. Tyrande is then forced to stare into Illidan’s eyes as he pulls her long blue hair. She completely melts at the sight of Illidan’s dominant gaze. She responds with a seductive look, acknowledging her new role as Illidan’s plaything. She eagerly awaits her master’s next move. Tyrande senses Illidan thrusting his body forward, rubbing his erection rubbing against her slit. She moans and spreads her legs open in responses, wanting him deep inside her. She then hears Illidan, her master whispering in her ear, “You are not prepared!” Tyrande has never felt so vulnerable before. The High Priestess of Darnassus, once noble and pure, has been reduced to Illidan’s helpless, licentious plaything.Her hands are shackled to the cold prison cell, where she has been stripped of her elegant robe and white lace undergarments. Her eyes, once confident and glittery, have become seductive and lustful. Her nipples are erect from the breeze inside the prison cell brushing up against her bare breasts. Her slit is dripping wet from her darkest fantasy coming true. Tyrande’s lips, in contrast, are warm and welcoming like sunshine on a beautiful spring day. Of course, her master wastes no time to taste her sugary sweet lips. “Now, kiss me!” Her master commands. Helpless, she is forced to kiss her master as he plunges forward while pulling her long blue hair. The kiss, although awkward at first, slowly turns into a wet, passionate embrace of the two. Her master lifts her up by holding her bottom with one hand, while his other hand glides languidly down her slim thighs. The entire time, she can feel his bulge pressing against her crotch, teasing her slit as it slides up and down during the passionate exchange. Tyrande is now pinned against the hard steel cell. Powerless, she opens her soft lips to accept her master’s tongue, and passionately greets him with her own in return. Her master continues to explore her body, caressing every inch of her, making her moan in heavenly pleasure. Tyrande feels Illidan’s strong hand making its way back to her slit. She lets out a huge gasp as her master then begins rubbing her clit. Her moaning grows more lustful as the sensitivity of her clit cultivates from every pass of his fingers. Her slit, lubricated with her own juices, naturally opens up as the demon glides his long, flexible finger inside her, conquering her most intimate part. Her captor slowly teases her by rubbing the upper wall of her pussy, stimulating her g-spot. She moans in ecstasy as Illidan increases pace, creating even more friction and stimulation to her already aroused vagina by rubbing her clit with his thumb. As her most intimate part is being explored by the demon’s finger, her master kisses her all over her luscious body, gently biting her neck and sucking her nipples. She then feels another finger being slid inside her, increasing the pressure on her g-spot, rubbing It even more aggressively every thrust. Her vagina completely embraces the demon’s fingers, soaking every one of his knuckles with her love fluid. Tyrande closes her eyes, savouring every moment as Illidan’s lips runs down her chest to her crotch, kissing every inch of her flesh while still fingering her pussy. She spreads her legs apart further so that Illidan can taste her soaked pussy with his lips. Her master gladly runs his tongue around the lips of her vagina, catching every drop of her luscious, sweet sex juice. Her clit, already erect from all the attention, becomes Illidan’s next target. He wraps his lips around her clit and slurps, occasionally flicking his tongue to tease it. She shivers in heavenly pleasure as her master sensually savours her pussy with his strong fingers and supple lips. Tyrande wraps her long, smooth legs around her master, pushing his masculine physique towards her. She is rewarded with more aggressive strokes from his talented tongue to her clit. She thrusts her thighs, rubbing her pussy against her captor’s savoury lips, matching the rhythm of his tongue. The overwhelming sensation of her master’s tongue finally overpowers her. Her eyes shut and her bound hands clench. Her clitoris thickens as if all the blood in her body rushes up to a single point, pushing her to climax. The pleasure inside finally rips through her body and pushes her over the edge. The sensation ripples into small vibrant explosions, dominating her senses, leaving her helplessly begging for more. When the final wave has ebbed, Tyrande tries to catch her breath, gasping for air. But the demon pulls her hair and orders, “I’m not done with you yet!” Her master kisses her lips again, brushing his bulge against her sensitive clit, which is still recuperating from the previous climax. She squirms, knowing what is about to come. Excited, yet anxious, she passionately returns his kisses, desperately hoping to feel her master‘s manhood inside her. Tyrande’s jaw drops when Illidan removes his shorts, as his thick shaft springs out like a predatory viper escaping its cage. Her master grabs her bottom with his strong hands and lifts her up in the air, and rubs his hard rod against her slit, teasing the opening of her vagina. Her heart completely melts upon the feeling of Illidan’s intimate part rubbing against her own. Still caught up in a passionate exchange of kisses, Illidan slides his masculine, thick member inside her pussy. She moans licentiously as she feels every inch of his rod passing through her vaginal wall. Her master slowly slides his shaft in and out, penetrating deeper with each thrust. She feels her captor becoming more aggressive with each thrust and finally pinning her hard against the cell. Bound and helpless, she can only moan in sensual pleasure from her master dominating and ravishing her pussy with his manhood. With each thrust, Illidan’s flesh rubs against her clit, bringing her closer to climax again. Her vaginal wall contracts around Illidan’s girth, gripping his shaft tightly, where she can feel every inch of her master inside her. She wraps her legs tight around his thighs, pulling him towards her, inviting him to plunge deeper with each thrust. Tyrande’s master slaps her butt cheek as he pounds her hard against the cell. The sensation from his aggression almost sends her over the edge. The pleasure continues to build up – this time more complete – with her master’s manhood inside her. She bites on her master’s lips as she feels her vaginal wall tightens. She shivers as the stimulation that has been building up in her clitoris explodes, pushing her to another climax. As Tyrande’s vaginal wall tightens, Illidan gives her one long, hard thrust and fills her pussy with his own warm, creamy man juice. She leans on her master’s chest, drained yet fully satisfied from what has transpired in the lightless prison. She sensually embraces her master’s body while trying to recuperate. To reward her for her obedience, Illidan finally agrees to help battle the scourge, and in order to protect her reputation, Tyrande also banishes Illidan from the forests. But deep down inside, Tyrande knows that she will always be Illidan’s plaything. THE END