love in the time of struggle

 "My lady, if you would just listen to me for a moment..." "Enough blood has already been spilled, Aurarius. Even your own isn't enough for you?" Corona's gaze wandered to the young blood elf's blindfold, under which the punishment for traitors was found. Arthas had personally ensured that Aurarius never looked at him again. The city's mages and priests tried everything to restore the general's sight, but the Lich King's power seemed to surpass all their healing skills. But they could at least restore his perception. "We have to do something. Should we surrender the city to Arthas without a fight? I won't stand by and see this monster invade and slaughter everything." "Aurarius, remember that this is the last night before the battle. You should be rested." "Well, I'm actually feeling a bit exhausted. But, as you said...last night. After that we may never see each other again." "By the gods, don't say such a thing." Corona ran backwards, struck by his words, and dropped into a chair. "I could, however, imagine something that could become something tonight special for us, my beloved Corona." hit backwards by his words and collapsed into a chair. "I could, however, think of something that would make this night special for us, my beloved Corona." hit backwards by his words and collapsed into a chair. "I could, however, think of something that would make this night special for us, my beloved Corona."
"What are you up to again?" Corona asked bluntly and was shocked to find that her voice sounded brittle and uncertain. Why was he making her so nervous? She shifted restlessly in her seat, unable to stand up to calm down. Was it the way he was staring at her? Even though Aurarius couldn't see anything, she knew he was kind of...looking at her.Looking and watching.Or was it his general proximity?His hand that was straightening slowly approached her face?
Corona was visibly restless and didn't know what to do. His hand came dangerously close to hers and she knew she had to slap it away, not let it come to a touch. Even if everything in her screamed to be touched by him, to feel the missing closeness, she admonished her mind. If she just let his hand go unhindered, she knew she was practically lost. Once she let him get hold of her, she wouldn't be able to resist, wouldn't be able to tear away. And that couldn't be. Too much had happened and if you stirred it all up again, old scars would tear open. Longings, wishes, old memories. That's why she couldn't let herself be wrapped around her finger. It was just for her own safety.
But she knew that the endeavor was easier said than done and was still struggling with her faltering self-discipline.
"Corona...I need you.", she heard him say, but the words somehow seemed to get through to her as if through a damper, because somehow they were muffled to her ears, far away and suddenly...not important anymore.
What was more than present, however, and burned into her consciousness, was the very hand that, practically in slow motion, went to one of her strands of hair and playfully cradled it in her fingers for a moment before slowly moving to her neck and up her collarbone stroke.
Corona sat paralyzed, almost forgetting to breathe, still looking at Aurarius indecisively, then dropping her gaze. Somehow she felt like if he kept his eyes on her like that, watching her, he could see to the bottom of her being.
Her face lifted again, however, when she felt his fingers on her cheek, which then traveled to her chin, forcing her to look at him again.
And even though she knew she should have fought back, she didn't. Although Corona should have said something to stop this, she remained silent. Her body somehow refused to carry out her will. Somehow she had the silly, but dangerous, realization that maybe she didn't want it any other way at that 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, begged that he wouldn't be snatched from her anytime soon.
It was somehow almost ridiculous that a person her size couldn't resist being used by him, couldn't keep the memories and longings from overwhelming her. That she wasn't able to push him off her as he leaned in and she felt his lips on hers, taking them cautiously, then more wantingly, and she hesitantly returned him until every last ounce of resistance in him you extinguished
She couldn't even say he'd caught her off guard in any way, because she'd 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 for the time being, because at the moment there was only room for one thought in her head: Aurarius.
She pulled away, panting for some air, but she didn't have much time to catch her breath as Aurarius forced the next kiss on her. It might sound a bit strange, but she liked his engaging manner. Unconsciously, Corona had tipped backwards onto the bed, pulling him with her so that he was lying halfway on top of her, but she didn't mind the sudden weight on her. In a way it even made her feel safe. However, when he wrapped her in another kiss and she had her hand around his neck to pull him even closer to her, even though the two were already clinging skin to skin, she felt his hand gripping his not supporting herself, stroking down her breasts.
She let out a light, agitated gasp when she felt them in her crotch. Maybe it was all going too fast, but none of them wanted it any other way, wanted to delay what was going to happen anyway. It seemed a lot more like he was trying to torment her with it as he slipped his hand down her pants and caressed her privates. His hand drew a benevolent sigh from her and her fingers ran through his red hair while their kisses slowly grew more demanding.
Corona felt his warm breath and his hot tongue on her neck as he distributed small kisses on him and occasionally cheekily bit her neck. His caresses made her partly shiver and partly almost burst into flames. Each of his touches, each of his little kisses and bites left a hot trail that practically ate into her skin and that she felt for a long time, even though he had already chosen a new place to caress.
When he set about sucking on her right nipple and playing with his tongue, she was practically dead.
Corona meanwhile had wrapped her legs around him, which now rested on his back, and pressed herself against him passionately. While she got another, intense kiss from his lips, she felt his stiff member on her skin. Still only through the fabric, but somehow it turned her on and sent a warm shiver down her spine.
She looked at him from lust-veiled eyes and had to moan again. Corona had long since given up trying to suppress it, especially since it was no use anyway and Aurarius was only amused more when he observed her desperate attempts not to let any sounds pass her lips because she didn't succeed anyway.
By now she had become like putty in his hands. Moments he could have done anything with her. Above all, this wasn't enough for her anymore, she simply wanted... more.
Her hand, which had previously stroked his hair restlessly and had clawed at it from time to time, wandered to his face. She stroked his cheekbones, chin and lips, tracing all his contours. Slowly, however, it wandered back to the back of the head and lingered a little hesitantly on the cloth.
She knew he wasn't showing his eyes to anyone, after all he wasn't wearing the blindfold for nothing, but she wanted to see them, if only for a moment. She wanted to know what Arthas had done to him.
Aurarius had let go of her torso and was examining her. Corona knew that NOBODY was really allowed to remove their blindfold, but she wanted to risk it.
"Corona..." Aurarius whispered and rested his head on her shoulder. Slowly she deftly untied the knot in the fabric, but held the blindfold in place for a moment. She wanted to see his reaction. But so far he hadn't intervened, so she slowly peeled off the piece of cloth.
What had Arthas done to him. It inevitably boiled inside her. It actually didn't look that bad. She'd always imagined it to be far more horrific, imagining all sorts of other things that had been done to him in the deep sockets of his eyes, expecting them to be completely dissolved, or so tattered and scarred that it would make your stomach churn with disgust. But she found them...beautiful. The red glow in them with which he could see anything at all. They were just-
"Enough watching!" she heard him say and she cried out in slight shock when he suddenly pulled away and grabbed her hips, turning her so that her back was to him and she got on all fours was.
She made up for it with the throbbing pain in her shoulder, but he didn't seem to care. Even as she felt his fingers gently squeezing her buttocks apart and the warm tip of his cock he was slowly but steadily pushing into her, causing her to convulse convulsively, her face seemed to contort a little to leave that cold.
Corona knew that this was his kind of revenge for simply taking the blindfold off him without being asked, but it still didn't change the facts. He was still penetrating her, panting slightly, and something like that was a little painful without any preparation or liquid.
When he clasped her blossom with one hand and after a while began to move inside her, she moaned in delight. All of a sudden all complaints were gone.
At first she simply ignored the slight tug, but after a while it stopped by itself and instead pure pleasure took its place. Her arms were shaking and she buckled her arms, gasping for air and moaning loudly. She unconsciously grabbed a pillow and braced herself to feel like she could find some support, because inside she was more than agitated. Even though his movements were rough and hard, she enjoyed it. It was the way of the blood elves.
Corona moaned and clawed at the sheet and pillow, digging her fingers into them almost painfully. Her body was tense to the point of bursting and she felt like she was on fire. He moved faster and faster inside her and his hand on her bud, the rhythm with which he penetrated her became harder and harder.
She was no longer able to think, he pushed again and again and she was overcome by a small wave of lust. Again and again he drove her to the edge of unconsciousness and delight until she finally couldn't stand it any longer and climaxed with a slight scream.
She heard Aurarius moan slightly as she contracted as she cummed, felt his hand on her back and felt him inside her moving for a few more moments before finally releasing himself and cumming inside her after a while.
Aurarius waited a few moments to let his member shrink a little and be more comfortable pulling out.
Exhausted, he collapsed completely and let himself fall onto the bed with her.
However, she immediately regretted his decision and gritted her teeth as a sharp pang in her shoulder reminded her of the injury Arthas had inflicted on her with Frostmourne, which still hadn't healed.
"Sorry Corona," he said, struggling to catch his breath, all sweaty. "Not that bad," she said. Aurarius looked straight into hers with his empty, red, gleaming eyes. "Do you want to be my wife Corona?" She looked at him petrified. "I know I'm not from the 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 in her shoulder. "I want you to stay with me forever, Aurarius. That's why my answer is: Yes.” Not yet able to believe his luck, he gave her a long, deep kiss. Both of them then quickly fell into a deep sleep.