SEX MAGICK (AVE SATANAS)
Illidan had to admit to himself that he didn't have the most experience with the carnal pleasures of life. The years of imprisonment definitely played a part in that, as did his dedication to putting an end to the Burning Legion. He just never found the time or interest for a habitual roll in the hay in between everything else going on in his life, long as it has been. As a result of all of this, he didn't know how to respond or how to compose himself when Khadgar would leave lingering touches. He was almost certain that the archmage meant nothing by it, but something about the hunger that burned in his eyes told him otherwise. He was definitely made nervous by the notion that the hunger was directed at him of all people, the one known best for betrayal, even if that was a misunderstanding.
However, it would be a lie to say that he didn't reciprocate the interest. He definitely found himself attracted to Khadgar, particularly drawn in by his magical prowess. Arcane magic was taboo by kaldorei standards, however Illidan had dabbled in the craft himself once upon a time. While his time as a sorcerer was now long in the past, he still had a fascination in the practice. He had found himself staring at the other in the midst of combat from time to time, almost allowing fel to get the better of him in his state of distraction. It was getting embarrassing and he was setting an awful example for his soldiers. He knew he had to at least clear the air, for his own sake so he can get closure and get back to focusing on the heat of battle.
The elf slinked over to the mage's tent, a lump tightly forming within his throat. “Khadgar,” he stated gruffly, causing the man to jolt slightly.
“Warn a man before just barging in, will ya?” he chuckled and set aside the tome he was studying, “What's got you paying me a visit anyway?” He quirked an eyebrow, carefully scrutinising the cautious kaldorei.
Illidan opened his mouth, however everything he wanted to say fell dead the moment it tried to escape his lips. Khadgar hummed and watched as the elf fished for his words, opting to rest a calloused hand on his furry thigh. This immediately caused any conjured word to immediately catch in his throat and reverberate as mere strangled noise. “You seem tense,” the comment was stated so plainly, so matter-of-factly, but there was the hint of a purr and the slightly lowered lids that drove Illidan absolutely mad.
“I suppose that I am,” Illidan spoke in a careful measure as he watched the mage's hand. He was not moving it, but that was honestly getting to the demon hunter even more than if he was. The mage hummed as he trailed his hands up to the elf's broad shoulders, slowly working out small knots within the muscle. He felt a tickle of bile within his throat creeping up, threatening expulsion from anxiety at these foreign sensations. “I take it that you wish to…help?” The kaldorei was still unsure of how he's supposed to respond to clear innuendo. He wasn't dense, he knew that Khadgar was coming onto him but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say or how he was supposed to act. He always saw himself as a fighter, not a lover.
“Of course, how reliable of an ally would I be if I wasn't willing to lend a hand to my comrades?” he cooed, a purr eliciting from the elf as he worked out a particularly tough knot. “Oh, you're really tense,” he spoke softly, hands glowing brightly as he rested them on the base of Illidan's neck. Light tangled and danced across violet skin, a deep sigh rumbling at the instant relief the spell brought.
“Thank you,” he purred, pulling the much smaller human close, and rested his chin on his shoulder. He wrapped him in his wings and nuzzled against him, the slightest of smiles gracing his scarred lips.
Khadgar patted him on the shoulder and cleared his throat, “Well, you're welcome. Ah, I actually had more in mind, but I'm glad you liked that.”
“Oh, yes,” Illidan spoke, pulling away with a contemplative hum. He would be a fool to not admit that the little trick did get a fire to spark within the pits of his guts. “Could you actually,” he swallowed thickly, the words unfamiliar on his tongue, “Could you do more with your spellcasting?”
Khadgar smirked, taken aback by Illidan's flushed face and pathetic attempt at ‘sexy’ talk. Might as well as throw him a bone, it was almost endearing. He reached up to grab one of Illidan's spiraling horns, watching as he froze in place at the contact. “Oh, it depends. What do you mean by ‘do more’ with my spellcasting, hm?” he pulled the larger elf's face closer to his by the horn, amethyst features being dusted with a prominent rosy tint. He traced a free hand along the expansive tattooed skin, watching as goosebumps arose from a ghost of his touch. He heard a small whine from the demon hunter that towered before him and immediately he was entranced, he wanted to drown in more of the sound.
“Illidan, be honest with me here,” Khadgar said as he rested his wandering hand on his chest, “Are you perhaps turned on by my magic? I've seen you get a little too distracted from time to time when you'd otherwise be slaughtering demons by the thousands, don't think that I haven't.”
This made Illidan's blood run cold, but a fire stirred in loins and beneath the flesh of his face. He wasn't sure how to react to the archmage directly calling him out on what he didn't realise was such blatant ogling in a sense. He swallowed thickly and shifted in place, breath hitching sharply at the accidental friction that arose from Khadgar simultaneously trying to get comfortable himself while perched atop of him.
“I'll take that as a yes,” the old wizard chuckled, hand still gripping onto the curling horn as he pulled himself up. He found himself straddling the demon hunter's chest, feeling his heart quicken its pace and skip several beats at the contact. “Hey, we don't have to do anything you don't want to do, just say the word,” he smiled softly and gently cradled the kaldorei's face in his free hand. All words escaped him and he was absolutely ensorcelled by every one of the mage's entrancing movements, so he swallowed thickly once more as he tried to find the words.
“I am aware. I just must be honest, this is pretty new to me I am ashamed to say,” he murmured, leaning his face against one of the wizard's spindly legs. Khadgar perked up at this revelation and pondered on it, once again directing the elf by his horns.
“We can take it slow, let me guide you?” he offered, his robes already starting to feel stuffy from the excitement he was starting to experience. He would have expected the demon hunter to have literal aeons of experience on him, so hearing that the opposite was true was almost exhilarating. He grinned as Illidan nodded his head, a weak smile gracing his features. Intimacy was not the most familiar territory for him and Khadgar respected that, so he started off by pressing feathery kisses along his defined jawline with a hum. The elf breathed shakily as he held the smaller human closer, face flushing even more at each light kiss. This cultivated in him kissing him sweetly on his scarred lips, Illidan's heart almost totally stilling as he was taken aback. He slowly and carefully began to return the gesture, large hands cradling the magician as their lips danced their delicate dance.
Khadgar pulled away and began feathering fluttery kisses along Illidan's throat, who responded in gentle coos and arched into the affection. He gently nipped and suckled at a sensitive spot on his defined neck, marking the purple flesh. He hissed sharply as he completely wrapped his hands around the archmage's waist, digging his nails into the tender flesh. He pulled away and the elf panted lightly as he tried to squeeze his legs closer together with gritted teeth. “Let me help you,” the human insisted, mists of glowing energy spreading from his hands and wrapping around the kaldorei's wrists. He downright whined pitifully as Khadgar slowly stripped himself of his suffocating robes, tossing them aside before getting to work on Illidan's garments. “Lucky for both of us, you don't wear much. Don't like leaving much to the imagination, huh?” A light chuckle as he quickly tossed aside the demon hunter's garb, the strange magic keeping his hands firmly in place where Khadgar had kept them.
He leaned back, rocking his hips slightly against Illidan's thigh with a shaky moan and a grin. “All right, I've got an idea I think for what we could do,” he hummed, pulling himself up by his horns, “Can I ride your face?”
He was taken off guard by the bold request but hummed at the idea, “Sure. I think I'd like that.” Khadgar immediately lit up as he pulled himself up, using Illidan's horns as leverage. He gently pushed the elf down against the floor, climbing up to straddle his face while maintaining his grip on his horns.
“If you need to tap out for a moment, you can just, tap me,” he clarified, a mist of glowing energy enveloping the kaldorei beneath him as he positioned himself. He guided the other's much larger hands to hips whilst the arcane vapours kept his wings planted firmly to the ground beneath them. Illidan quickly took note of this silent spell and the mage's intent to keep him from squirming too much; it wasn't quite a freeze spell but it was similar. He smirked up at him and dug his nails into the human's hips, invoking a low groan and a roll of his hips from the man.
He craned his neck up and pressed his tongue flat against Khadgar's lower lips, ripping a strangled groan from his throat. He reflexively bucked his hips in an effort to grant just a little more friction. He yanked on the horns as he grinded his hips against his tongue, briefly knocking the breath out from the elf. Catching his second wind, he quickly brushed his tongue against the other man's growth with a low rumble of a groan, pulling his hips closer to his face. He purred deeply as he probed his tongue at Khadgar's hungry cunt, trying to get a better purchase on his hips in the process. Calloused fingers immediately found themselves carding through ebony locks as he maintained a firm grip on a curved horn, pushing more of Illidan's tongue into himself with a shaky moan and a weak grin. He rolled his hips down with more fervour, inhaling sharply as another cloud of mystic energy surrounded the demon hunter.
The glowing slowly began to form into a more tangible shape, holding Illidan's cloven hooves apart and planted firmly on the ground. Tendrils of the magic crept up his hips as Khadgar continued to thrust his hips against his tongue, movements quickly growing more frenzied. Illidan groaned shakily as one of the arcane tendrils brushed lightly against his own clit. Clearly the mage hadn't forgotten about him in all of this, how thoughtful. He rolled his hips against the stream of mana experimentally, eliciting what could only be described as a whimper from himself. He groaned into Khadgar, whose feverish movements had not stilled as an arcane tendril rubbed up against Illidan's growth with more intensity. The stream of magic teased around his dripping hole, prodding at it. He whined, gripping tighter onto the archmage's thighs as the tendril pressed onward, his own tongue making sure to pay attention to Khadgar's neglected cock.
He thrusted his tongue back within the human's hole, who quickly met back his movements with eager rolls of his hips. “Relax, I've got this,” he cooed, slamming his hips harshly against the elf once more to send the message. In tandem with this, the mana tendril had pulled back on its own before ramming back into the demon hunter's cunt. Unbecoming of his image, he was immediately whimpering. Despite the harsh movements, the mage quickly picked up on the fact that the elf had not once tapped on his hips to signal him to stop. Concern briefly flashing, he slowed his movements, “Hey, just don't forget, you can tap out if you need to. If this is getting too intense, just let me know.”
The primary response that Illidan gave was just a thumbs up, which was all the go-ahead that Khadgar needed. He quickly got back to building up his momentum, grinding down on that heavenly tongue in time with the frantic movement of his debaucherous apparition. There was a clear steady rhythm and Illidan's hand had snaked down to provide some much needed friction to his overlooked dick, joining the fevered harmony. Khadgar, the ever merciful magician that he was, quickly made sure to conjure yet another stream of mana that quickly ripped away the violet hand and replaced it with its own ministrations.
A fire roared deep within the kaldorei's insides and the pit of desire coiled tighter as he felt himself hurtling towards his peak. He could tell that Khadgar was on the same path as the otherwise perfected symphony that was his lecherous display grew more cacophonous, some thrusts being more needy and desperate than the last. He knew neither one of them would last much longer. He gripped tightly and slammed Khadgar down on his tongue, pressing the appendage against that sensitive bundle of nerves against his inner walls. A wail ripped out from the archmage as his thighs wrapped themselves the demon hunter's head and he held onto his horns like his life depended on it. Riding the wave of pleasure, Khadgar's conjured streams of mana both worked in time to send the elf over the edge. The primary tendril thrusted itself deep into him as the secondary one curled around his clit, pumping it. Illidan rocked his hips back against the magical force, back arching and the mage's name spewing from his lips like an incantation as he reached his own climax.
Just as quickly as they appeared, the mana streams disappeared back into the aether and Khadgar stood up shakily. He flopped down beside Illidan, burying his face into his side with a pleased hum. “Well, that was fun. Hope that made up for the millennia of no action,” he smirked but was met with a scowl from the much larger elf.
Illidan knew that they really needed to get cleaned up, especially since he could feel the stickiness smeared across his face, but he couldn't really find the energy in him at this moment. Just a moment of rest couldn't hurt. The two of them rarely got any leisure, so a small moment couldn't hurt.
Plus, now he's sure he got that urge out of his system. He should be able to get back to devastating the Burning Legion like normal now.