Chapter 2

Tyrande rushed through the streets, heading towards the council chamber. She lost track of time while in the Temple performing ceremonies and now she wasn’t sure if she could make it in time. One hour earlier, why did he want that?

She wore only her simple, silver-white ceremonial long dress, that hugged her body tightly while not revealing anything but her arms. The streets were filled with life as people went about their business in the afternoon sun. Her people, the ones she was to protect. And she did. Thousands of years she spent in devoted service to her people, why would anyone want to betray her like this?

She couldn’t understand.

Rushing into the large building and up the stairs she erupted into the council chamber only to find it silent. Saerion Autumnbranch sat at the round table and stared at her intently.

“You are late, Tyrande.” he said.

“I had duties in the Temple.”

“Duties you say? Your only duty now, is to make sure that I am happy with you, do you understand?” he rose up and walked over to her, scanning her entire body “I had something different in mind, but since the council is to meet in just a couple of minutes, you will have to adjust a bit. Also, this dress just won’t do.”

As he spoke, he pulled out a long, sharp dagger and handed it to her “Cut the dress up, I want to see your legs, priestess.”

Tyrande scoffed, but she took the knife and after thinking for a while, she made two vertical cuts, one starting at her upper left thigh, the other on the right, and cutting all the way down. The dress freed up and her strong, thick thighs bulged out. The result, while definitely enticing, was actually quite nice and tasteful, even Saerion seemed to approve of it.

“You are true royalty, Tyrande, always so elegant, so regal,” he said, taking back his dagger “But sadly, today you will not be attending the council meeting.”

“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I?” protested Tyrande.

“Well technically, you will be in this room, but no one will know of it. Only you, as you will hide under the table, and I as I will feel your lips around my cock for the entire meeting. You can listen to us talk, of course, but it would be silly of you to try to speak from underneath the table, right?” he smiled, his gaze stuck to the sight of Tyrandes legs as he thirstily gulped down each detail he could see.

“I won’t do that.” such humiliation, thought Tyrande, I could never.

“Oh, but I know you will. And you know what else I know? That you will actually enjoy it and that maybe then, after you admit this to yourself, you could stop with this pathetic attempt at pretending you have any dignity when it comes to cocks. Because deep down you know, just as well as I do, that you like this. You want this. Because that’s who you are.” he caressed her cheek and gave her a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. It was softer, and more gentle than she anticipated.

“So what, will you do it?” he asked, with his hand still on her cheek, just gently caressing her with his thumb.

Tyrande swallowed. She knew she had to obey and she knew she should be hesitant or defiant, but the way he pierced her with his gaze, how he saw her as she was when lust overtakes her, she felt humiliated, yes, but also understood. She was confused, mostly.

“Yes. I will. But don’t let anyone see me.” she said, almost whispering.

He kissed her again, and gently guided her underneath the table. He even threw her a small pillow to sit on as he adjusted the tablecloth so that no one could even accidentally notice her there.

“Wait until all are here and we sit down, then I expect your eager touch, Tyrande.” he said, just moments before the door opened and the first attendees came in.

Before long, the chairs were occupied and the chamber filled with chatter. Tyrande sat underneath the table, mindful not to touch anyone’s feet and carefully took out a small piece of parchment she had prepared beforehand. On the parchment a simple message:

Meet T. Urgent. Be stealthy. Tonight.

She crawled over to Shandris, she knew her boots immediately and even if Shandris hadn’t sat at her usual place, there were no legs in the entire sentinel army like hers.

Tyrande crawled over to her and carefully, pushed the parchment into the rim of her boot, slowly so as to not reveal her current ... predicament. She managed to do it in such a way, that Shandris seemingly didn’t notice a thing and satisfied with the result, she slowly crawled back over to Saerion’s place.

“Shall we begin?” said Saerion, sitting down. Tyrande found it amusing, that he could have spoken to both her and the council at the same time, but obeyed his command. Silently she untied his pants, as he pushed his chair a bit closer and presented her with his already erect, bend cock, ready and prepared for anything.

“Where is Tyrande?” asked Shandris “We cannot begin without her.”

Oh sweet Shandris, thought Tyrande, I am so glad you will never know of this.

“I am afraid the high priestess will not attend us today,” said Saerion with a calm, commanding voice, that surprised her “She has urgent business to see to and has tasked me to take charge of the most urgent business of today’s council before we conclude it. That is why today, we will be very brief.”

A silence fell over the chamber. “How do you mean, she will not come?” asked Doron Amberwing with shock in his voice.

In the meantime, Tyrande grasped Saerion’s manhood and while gently stroking it, she started to slowly lick its head. If she is to suck him for the entire meeting, she will make it as slow, as she wished.

Pushing the tip of his penis into her mouth, savoring the taste, running her tongue along its round, firm surface, she almost forgot about the council. To her own dismay and shame, there was a part of her, an impossibly tiny part of her, that actually enjoyed this, even despite the circumstances, maybe even because of them. That thought was too foul, but she couldn’t just push it out of her head.

She was always very sensual and her sexuality, even if lulled to sleep by millennia of loneliness, fully awoke in her again with Illidan. She enjoyed rough play just as much as she enjoyed normal sex, but this humiliation was something new. Maybe that was it. A new experience always seems interesting at first.

But when it came down to it, she liked sucking this cock. If he hasn’t threatened her, would she suck him though? If given an opportunity, probably, but she would play with his memory after that.

There was, however, something enticing for her in the fact, that he wanted to take charge. Not a lot of men like that around for a woman in her position. It reminded her of the full bliss of her time with Illidan, he was like that. Never pushing beyond her boundaries, but always in charge.

And she surrendered to him with joy.

Saerion was but a shadow next to that memory, but as she continued to suck him, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her throat, that tiny part of her, that enjoyed it was becoming stronger and stronger.

She realized then, that no matter what would follow, she should enjoy it of her own accord, to keep pretending to be submissive to him and let him do as he wished. Only that way she could gain the upper hand.

Or maybe that was the way that seemed most exciting to her.

His words still echoed in her mind. Maybe she could truly enjoy this. Maybe she could enjoy even more...

“I am sorry, we have an enemy incursion near Astranaar and she has better things to do? And why would she put you in charge?” exclaimed one of the nobles.

Tyrande was just sucking his balls and stroking him, covered in drool and slick, wet arousal that flowed from his erect cock. She stopped, breathing heavily. Waiting. An incursion? What does it mean? She wanted to jump out from underneath the table, but her torn dress, her mouth covered in spit, her wet thighs, as her own arousal started to drip down them in small, shiny droplets, they all could see her like this and it would be far worse, than if they thought that she was just absent.

“Yes, I know of the incursion, I was informed by one of my business associates from there, in the middle of the night. As far as I know, the band didn’t attempt an attack on the city, instead, they seemed to move past and hide somewhere in the Ashenvale.” said Saerion calmly, his cock jumping up and down in her hand “I rushed to the high priestess the moment I got the information and she is right now preparing a military response, that is why, she could not attend.”

Hmm so he doesn’t want to ruin me completely, thought Tyrande, if he wanted that, he could make me seem uncaring and irresponsible right now.

“Well, that is good to hear, although it would be better to hear it from her. But I understand the urgency,” said Shandris “However as far as we know, there is no telling if it is an attack by the Horde, or something else. We maybe should push for a high profile, large scale response.”

Shandris, brilliant as ever, Tyrande was smiling now, gently stroking Saerions manhood. She didn’t even realize it at first, but slowly, even as they spoke of these grave news, she returned to sucking his cock. What was worse, her left hand reached down, casting aside the flap of the ceremonial dress, and reaching her aching, yearning pussy. She was so wet, that her arousal dripped down along her thighs, with a couple of droplets reaching the stone ground.

As she touched herself, she had to move incredibly slowly, because the sounds her wet pussy could make under these circumstances were truly obscene. She silently pushed two fingers into herself, and silencing her moan with a mouthful of cock, she curled her fingers and started to move them around, slowly.

Mad with lust, she didn’t even listen to the rest of the conversation.

It wasn’t that she didn’t care, or that she underestimated the situation. But the stress and the taste of night-elven cock on her tongue triggered an old response. An image of Illidan, ravaging her on the night before a battle, and an image of her, riding him in the evening after a battle, appeared in her mind.

If it is true, tomorrow she has to go and fight someone doesn’t really matter who anymore. And if she has to fight tomorrow, she wants to fuck tonight.

She teased and sucked him, pushing his cock all the way into her throat once more, but this time, she never let him finish. Instead she herself rubbed her clit and penetrated her pussy until she had to silence a soft moan of her climax.

He surely noticed because she heard him cough above as she took a couple of labored, heavy breaths. He must be so angry, she thought, so angry and hungry for more. He will surely do what I want him to do right now.

The meeting ended with the council agreeing, despite objections of Shandris, that if Tyrande wishes to solve this new threat silently, and with limited resources, they would obey her wishes. They all then thanked Saerion for his report and started departing. Only Shandris stayed behind.

“I don’t know what you are after, Saerion, but if you hurt Tyrande in any way, I promise you, death would be a blessing in comparison to what fate I will prepare for you. Do you understand?” she said, before turning away and leaving the chamber.