Love at the time of struggle

 "My lady, if you would just listen to me for a moment ..." "Enough blood has already been shed Aurarius. Even your own is not enough for you?" Corona's gaze wandered to the blindfold of the young blood elf under which the punishment for traitors was found. Arthas had personally made sure that Aurarius could never look at him again. The magicians and priests of the city tried everything to restore the general's sight, but the power of the Lich King seemed to surpass all their healing abilities. But they could at least restore his perception. "We have to do something. Should we leave the city to Arthas without a fight? I won't watch this monster invade here and slaughter everything." "Aurarius, Remember that this is the last night before the battle. You should be rested. "" Well, I actually feel a little exhausted. But, like you said ... last night. After that we may never see each other again. "" By the gods, don't say something like that. "Corona ran back, struck by his words, and slumped down on a chair." I could imagine something that would turn into something tonight special for us, my beloved Corona. " hit back by his words and fell on a chair. "I could, however, imagine something that would make this night something special for us, my beloved Corona." hit by his words backwarmed and fell on a chair. "I could, however, imagine something that would make this night something special for us, my beloved Corona."
"What are you going to do again?", Corona asked tightly and was shocked to find that her voice sounded fragile and insecure. Why did he make her so nervous? Was it because of his gaze that rested on her? Even if Aurarius couldn't see anything, she knew that he was somehow ... looking at her. Looking and watching. Or was it generally because of his closeness? On his hand, which was just moving slowly approached her face?
Corona was visibly restless and didn't know what to do. His hand came dangerously close to her and she knew that she had to hit it away, not let it come into contact. Even if everything in her screamed to be touched by him, to feel the missing closeness, her mind admonished her. If she just let his hand go unchecked, then she knew it was practically lost. Once she let him get hold of her, she would no longer be able to defend herself, no longer be able to tear himself away. And that couldn't be. Too much had happened and if you stirred it all up again, old scars tore open. Longings, wishes, old memories. Because of this, she was not allowed to be wrapped around her finger. It was only for her own safety.
But she knew this endeavor was easier said than done and she was still grappling with her unsteady self-discipline.
"Corona ... I need you.", She heard him say, but the words somehow seemed to get through to her like a damper, because somehow they were dull to her ears, far away and suddenly ... no longer important.
What was more than present and burned into her consciousness, however, was the very hand that practically wandered to one of her hair strands as if in slow motion and gently rocked it in her fingers for a moment before slowly wandering to her neck and up her collarbone stroked.
Corona remained sitting as if paralyzed and almost forgot to continue breathing, while she still looked at Aurarius indecisively, but then lowered her gaze. Somehow she felt as if he could look to the bottom of her being when he kept his gaze on her like that, watching her.
Her face was lifted again when she felt his fingers on her cheek, which then went to her chin and forced her to look at him again.
And although she knew she should have struggled, she didn't. Although Corona should have said something to stop this, she remained silent. Her body somehow refused to do her will. Somehow she got the silly, but dangerous, realization that she might not want it any other way at this moment, that she WANTed him to touch her, to touch her.
She was forced to admit to herself that she longed for him and hoped, pleaded that his closeness would not be snatched away from her anytime soon.
Somehow it was almost ridiculous that a person of their size could not defend themselves against being used by him, could not prevent the memories and longings from overwhelming them. That she wasn't able to push him off her when he leaned over to her and she felt his lips on hers, how they took them first carefully, then more demanding and she returned him hesitantly until the last bit of resistance in her went out.
She couldn't even say that he had taken her off guard in any way, because she had had enough time to clearly rebuff him. And she also knew that she had simply become weak.
But all that was a long way off, because at the moment there was only room for one thought in her head: Aurarius.
Panting, she released herself to gasp for air, but she didn't have much time to breathe because Aurarius forced the next kiss on her. It might sound a bit strange, but she liked his engaging manner. Unconsciously, Corona had tipped back over into the bed and pulled him along so that he was half lying on top of her, but she didn't mind the sudden weight on her. In some way it even made her feel safe. When he wrapped her in another kiss, however, and she had put her hand around his neck to pull him even closer, even though the two were already skin to skin, she felt his hand, with which he was did not support himself, stroked down her breasts.
She let out a slight, excited gasp when she felt it in her crotch. Maybe it was all going too fast, but none of them wanted it any other way, wanted to postpone what was going to happen anyway. It seemed to her a lot more as if he wanted to torment her with it when he slipped his hand into her pants and caressed her genital area. His hand elicited a benevolent sigh and her fingers ran through his red hair as their kisses slowly became more demanding.
Corona felt his warm breath and his hot tongue on her neck as he distributed small kisses on him and occasionally bit cheekily on the back of her neck. His caresses made her partly shudder and partly almost burst into flames. Each of his touches, each of his little kisses and bites left a hot trail behind him, which practically ate its way into her skin and which she felt for a long time, even though he had already chosen a new place to caress.
By the time he set about sucking on her right nipple and playing around her with his tongue, it was practically done for her.
Corona had meanwhile embraced his legs, which were now resting on his back, and pressed passionately against him. As she managed to get another deep kiss from his lips, she felt his stiff member against her skin. Still only through the fabric, but it kind of turned her on and sent a warm chill down her spine.
Eyes veiled from lust, she looked at him and had to groan again. Corona had long since given up suppressing it, especially since it didn't work anyway and Aurarius only amused even more when he watched her desperate attempts not to let any sounds come out of her lips because she didn't succeed anyway.
It was now like wax in his hands. In moments he could have done anything to her. Above all, however, this was no longer enough for her, she simply wanted ... more.
Her hand, which had previously stroked his hair restlessly and had clawed into it from time to time with pleasure, wandered to his face. She stroked his cheekbones, chin and lips, she traced all of his contours. But slowly she wandered back to the back of the head and lingered a little indecisively on the cloth.
She knew he didn't show his eyes to anyone, after all, he wasn't wearing the blindfold for free, but she wanted to see them, if only for a brief moment. She wanted to know what Arthas had done to him.
Aurarius had let go of her upper body and looked at her carefully. Corona knew that NOBODY was allowed to take off their blindfold, but she wanted to risk it.
"Corona ..." Aurarius whispered and rested his head on her shoulder. Slowly she skillfully untied the knot in the fabric, but held the blindfold for a moment. She wanted to see his reaction. But so far he hadn't intervened, so she slowly pulled the piece of cloth off.
What had Arthas done to him? Inevitably it was boiling inside her. It didn't look that bad at all. She had always imagined it to be much more terrible and thought up all sorts of things that had been done to him in the deep eye sockets, had expected that they might be completely dissolved or so tattered and scarred that your stomach turned in disgust. But she thought it was ... beautiful. The red glow in them with which he could still see anything at all. They were just-
"Enough looked!", She heard him say and she gave a slight start when he suddenly pulled away from her and took her by the hips, turning her so that she was facing him with her back and on all fours was.
She atone for this action with the throbbing pain on her shoulder, but he didn't seem to care. Even when she felt his fingers, which pressed her buttocks slightly apart, and the warm tip of his member, which he slowly but steadily pressed into her, which made her convulsively tighten her face, it seemed to him to leave that cold.
Corona knew that this was his kind of revenge for the fact that she had simply taken the blindfold off him without asking, but it still didn't change the facts. He still penetrated her, panting slightly and something like that was a bit painful without preparation or liquid.
When he closed her flower with one hand and after a while began to move inside her, she groaned in delight. All of a sudden, all complaints were gone.
She ignored the slight pull at first, but after a while it stopped by itself and pure pleasure took its place instead. Her arms trembled and she creased her arms, gasping for breath and moaning brightly. She unconsciously grabbed a pillow and propped herself up a little to get the feeling of finding something to hold onto, because inside she was more than just agitated. Even if his movements were rough and hard, she enjoyed it. It was the blood elf way.
Corona groaned and clawed into the sheet and pillow, almost painfully burying her fingers in it. Her body was tense to the point of bursting and she felt as if she were literally on fire. He moved faster and faster inside her and the hand on her bud, the rhythm with which he penetrated her became harder and harder.
She was incapable of any more thoughts, he kept pushing and she was overcome by a small wave of pleasure. Again and again he drove her to the edge of senselessness and delight until she finally couldn't stand it anymore and came to a climax with a slight outcry.
She heard Aurarius groan slightly when she pulled together when she came, felt his hand on her back and felt him in her, how he moved for a few moments before he released himself after a while and came into her.
Aurarius waited a few moments so that his member was a bit smaller again and it was more pleasant to pull it out.
Exhausted, he now sagged completely and let himself fall completely on the bed with her.
However, she immediately regretted his decision and gritted her teeth, because a sharp prick in her shoulder reminded her of the injury Arthas had inflicted with Frostmourne and which had still not healed.
"Sorry Corona," he said while gasping for breath, completely sweaty. "Not that bad," she said. Aurarius looked directly into hers with his empty, shining red eyes. "Do you want to be my wife Corona?" How petrified she looked at him. “I know I don't belong to any royal family and I have nothing else to offer you, but I love you. That's all I can give you. ”She leaned toward him slightly, ignoring the tug on her shoulder. “I want you to stay with me forever, Aurarius. That is why my answer is: Yes. ”Still unsettling his happiness, he gave her a long, deep kiss. Both then quickly fell into a deep sleep.