User:NaraBluestar/In a Dark Place Part 3

Chapter Six

''I swore to let nothing harm her. I wanted to protect her for the rest of my life if she'd let me. '' Galmak's grief and fury chased endlessly around his head. He paced his cage impotently; three steps forward, turn, three steps back. He could see nothing though but the image that wouldn't leave his mind: Hyara there on the floor, her hand outstretched to him, a wavering smile suddenly crossing her face. That smile had broken his heart. She still looked to him for strength, but he had none to give her.

Sarzuun had paid very little heed to the orc. That first day, after Sarzuun had finished with Hyara and she had passed out, the demon had looked over at Galmak where he strained against the bars of his cage. The monster had laughed loud and long. Felguards had carried Hyara away, Sarzuun had left, and Galmak hadn't seen him since. ''How long has it even been? '' Galmak wondered. Felguards, and once the imp, brought him meager food at erratic intervals. The lack of windows and fresh air played tricks with his time sense. Perhaps two days; surely no more. The horrors he knew Hyara must have faced in that time made his stomach turn over.

Hooves clacked nearer from the dark passage by the fireplace. Galmak gripped the bars and peered out. Not the heavy steps of the giant eredar... A succubus emerged from the doorway and trotted over purposefully. She wrinkled her nose slightly as she came near; Galmak had to admit his cage must smell by now. She studied him silently for a moment and the hunter eyed her warily.

Finally she spoke. "I can't imagine why he decided to keep you."

Galmak remained silent.

She rustled her wings impatiently. "I see you have no idea either. Well.  There is a possibility, though, which I'm sure has occurred to you by now unless you really are as stupid as they say orcs are.  He may use you as leverage over her."

Galmak stared at her impassively. "I assumed he would, but he doesn't seem to have gotten around to it yet. I haven't seen him in days."

"No. He has been... occupied." She pursed her lips. "I think he will get to you eventually though. If he truly intends to keep you to do his bidding you will have much suffering ahead of you."

"And why exactly are you telling me this?"

She narrowed her eyes, her tail swaying languidly. "My reasons are my own." Her hooves beat once more on the stone, back to the dark doorway.

"Wait!" Galmak called desperately. Could she know? "Please... the draenei, is she alright?"

" 'Alright' is a relative term. She is alive." The succubus vanished into the doorway.

Sorrow mingled with his relief. She was alive... in what condition. His Hyara in the brutal grip of a demon twisted beyond imagination. ''Don't break, love. Don't let him break you. ''



Days passed slowly. Hyara was alone most of the time in the big bedroom. She spent much of her time pacing restlessly, trying to keep her body occupied in hopes that it might distract her mind. After that first pathetic dress she had been given no other clothes, so she kept wrapped in a blanket to keep away the cold as well as to preserve her last shred of dignity. Sarzuun visited her nearly every day, and on some horrible occasions twice or three times in a day. But he hadn't yet invaded her mind again as he had done that once, and for this she was thankful. He slept in the room most nights, but he seemed not to care that Hyara never shared the bed with him, instead returning persistently to her nest of pillows in the corner after he had finished with her. On some occasions Sarzuun would call for Raizha or one of the other succubae after he had exhausted Hyara, and then the hunter would bury herself under her blankets and try not to hear what was going on so nearby. Raizha brought her most days to the harem where she could bathe, and this brief escape from the horrible bedroom became a weak glint of sunshine in a dark existence. She learned from Raizha that Galmak had been moved from the cage to a cell somewhere in the fortress. The succubus dropped these bits of information sparingly and reluctantly, but drop them she did, and Hyara clung eagerly to any information she could get.

It was mid-afternoon one day when the key clicked in the lock and Raizha came in with a different, watchful air about her. Hyara was surprised to see her; she'd already had her bath that morning.

"Come," Raizha beckoned the draenei back through the harem door. Puzzled, Hyara wrapped her blanket more tightly and followed.

"What is this?" she asked, afraid Sarzuun had devised something new and awful for her.

Raizha led her across the harem to another door. "I am taking you to see your orc," she said in a low voice.

Hyara stopped dead, stunned. "Why... why would you do that? Sarzuun-"

"Sarzuun has nothing to do with it," the demoness snapped. "You want to see him, don't you? It is unhealthy for you to be kept in that room constantly and I think our master may find that in the long scheme it will ill-serve his ends.  If we meet him or his imp, I am walking you so you don't grow fat in that room.  Those are the only two here who would question my behavior.  Keep your blanket over your head."

Hyara gulped and found that she was shaking. To finally see him, to see with her own eyes that he was alive and hopefully unharmed...

Their hooves echoed down the endless stone hallways. Torches flickered at intervals and Hyara caught occasional glimpses of rooms, large and small, furnished and unfurnished, many with demons going about the business of the Legion. She kept her head down and followed Raizha closely, fearing discovery. But as Raizha had said, none of the demons they passed paid any attention beyond deferential respect to the mistress of Sarzuun's harem. Finally they descended into the deepest part of the fortress. The torches here were farther apart, spreading only small pools of orange light and leaving larger patches of blackness between.

"No guards?" Hyara ventured.

Raizha laughed. "What need for guards?"

She had a point.

Hyara shivered; the air was colder and damper here. Her heart cried out that Galmak had to live in this place. They reached the end of a corridor where a single weak sconce flickered beside a heavy wooden door with a high, barred window.

"Raizha?"

Hyara's heart leapt as she heard Galmak's voice, hoarse and wary.

"There's someone here to see you," Raizha responded. She turned a black key in the lock and opened the door to reveal thick iron bars.

Hyara sprang to clutch at the bars. "Galmak," she called softly. There was a scuffling sound from inside the dark cell and suddenly he was there in front of her, blinking in the light from the torch and grabbing at her hands as she held them out. They didn't speak for a moment, only stared. Hyara's face was wet with tears but she made no sound. Then they were pressing against the bars, struggling to hold each other through the cold iron. He kissed her and cupped her cheek in a huge green hand.

"Hyara," he breathed. "Dammit, what can I even say. I would do anything to get you out of here."

She shook her head, unable to speak for a moment. Then, "No. You're the one who doesn't belong here.  If it weren't for me... oh, Galmak, I'm so sorry." She choked back a sob. They clung to each other for what seemed an eternity, not speaking, glad only to be together again.

At last Raizha spoke. They jumped; they'd forgotten all about her. "Long enough," she said. "Every minute here is a risk."

Hyara stroked Galmak's face and felt her heart would break, leaving him again. She took her blanket from her shoulders without a thought for her nakedness and stuffed it through the bars.

"Hyara... you're..." He was crying silently now too.

"It doesn't matter," she said. "It's cold down here."

He kissed her again, lingeringly, until Raizha grabbed her arm and pulled her away. The demoness locked the heavy wooden door. At the high window Galmak's hand appeared. Hyara kept her eyes on it all the way down the corridor until they turned out of sight.

Back through the fortress they walked, again meeting no one who paid them much heed. Hyara was naked, but she held her head high. And in her mind something like hope began to take shape.



That night when Sarzuun had finished with her she rolled to the other side of the bed, covered herself, and fell asleep. The eredar was pleased and smiled to himself. Slowly Hyara allowed herself to become more submissive to him, and then she began to force herself to become more responsive. She loathed this. But the hope that had kindled recognized the necessity, and she saw that her change in behavior was beginning to have an effect on the eredar. At first he had treated her as a toy; he had seemed to make it his goal to humiliate and hurt her as much as possible. Now he responded to her more and more as if she were an addiction. She had gambled that his lengthy removal from other eredar had starved him for company of his own kind and it appeared she’d been right. He was still often brutal and cruel, but once she had gathered the courage to treat him with disdain at certain times she found that it excited him and he came nearer to treating her as an equal. This was exactly what she hoped for.

Raizha did not take her to Galmak again but she continued to bring Hyara news of him. Many times Hyara wanted to ask Raizha to send him some hope, word to be patient just a little longer, but of course she couldn’t. Hyara wouldn’t trust the demoness that far.

And then one day came unexpected joy. It was early morning, and she was just waking.

''Hyara? ''

Sleep fell away in an instant. ''Gink! Oh Light, Gink. ''

A mental sigh and a sense of the cat’s easing pain. ''You’re still alive. I would have known if you weren’t, but…'' He had the feel of her sense now, and he understood much of what had happened more quickly and completely than words could have told him. ''Oh, Hyara. '' The pain crept back.

''Gink, how close are you? You must get away before anyone catches you. There’s nothing you can do for me. ''

''This is the closest I’ve been able to get; there are demons everywhere out here. It’s taken us a long time to travel this far into their territory. Palla is with me but she can’t come as close. She’s more visible. ''

''Gink, please go. Please, if there were any hope I’d tell you, but the only way out for me is not a way I want you to follow. ''

''Don’t talk like that. ''

''It’s only the truth. There may be hope for Galmak, though. I’m trying. Tell Palla I’m trying to get him out of here. ''

Unease entered Gink’s sense. ''I have to go… Goodbye, Hyara. I won’t give up on you. ''

''Goodbye, Gink. I love you. ''

His presence trailed away, out of reach. She sighed and wiped her eyes. Talking with Gink again had been the one last thing she wanted, perhaps what she had unconsciously been waiting for. She rolled over to examine Sarzuun, still asleep next to her. Maybe the time was right to be more aggressive. Carefully Hyara moved closer. She didn’t want to wake him accidentally now. She wanted him to wake to… She moved her hands caressingly down his body and began stroking his manhood lightly. His body responded but still he didn’t wake, only stirred a little, and soon he had a full erection. Hyara steeled herself for what she had to do and straddled him. For once she was in control and she eased him inside her and began to rock back and forth slowly. The pig probably thinks he’s dreaming,  she thought disgustedly. But he stirred again and Hyara quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be lost in rapture.

“And what… are you doing?” His voice sounded a little strained.

She moaned convincingly and took a hissing breath through her teeth before replying. “I felt a need for you.”

He grunted and made as if to flip her onto her back, but she shoved him back down and continued to rock back and forth slowly.

“Wench…” he started dangerously. He sounded near losing control, and only now did Hyara open her eyes. She gave him a slow, mischievous smile and began to ride him hard. It was all over very soon; he bellowed, dug his nails painfully into her legs, and she felt him spill inside her. Hyara panted and screamed for all she was worth. She collapsed on top of him, then rolled off. He reached a hand over and traced his fingers through the stickiness between her thighs. He chuckled softly, got up, and left the room.

Hyara’s triumph was tinged with anguish and disgust.



It was very late. The fire burned low, embers pulsing red and orange. Hyara was exhausted and sick at heart, for she hadn’t heard from Gink for days now and she feared for his safety. But the time was here; she had to do what she’d been preparing for.

Sarzuun was resting languidly on the bed beside her. She draped a leg over his and pressed her womanhood, still sticky, against his body. “Sarzuun,” she breathed.

He turned his glowing fel-green eyes on her. Her heart was beating so loudly she was afraid he could hear it.

“I want you… I beg you, please… make me man’ari like you.”

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “Ahh… you are willing now, Hyara.” His laugh echoed around the room.

She smiled. “I am willing… and you know now that I must be willing, don’t you?” Surely he would have seen what she eventually understood from the wound she had taken in Felwood. She had fought the corruption, and because of that she would have died if not for the help she’d gotten. Had she been willing or weak, on the other hand… He must understand; everything hinged on her willingness. And he must believe her willing. For a moment she feared that all her efforts spent grooming him for this had been a waste.

But he pulled her to him and kissed her fiercely, biting at her lips. “Then I will make you man’ari. You will be immortal and mine for eternity. Hyara, you will know power and pleasure you never dreamed of as a mistress of the Legion.”

She smiled, wrapping her fingers around his manhood and massaging it slowly. “My master… make me one promise in honor of this, as I shed my mortal life and join myself with you and the Legion.”

“What, Hyara? I will make it if I can.”

“Free the orc, Galmak, who is held in your dungeons. You do not need him anymore. You have me to serve you.” She closed her eyes and bit his shoulder softly.

Sarzuun was silent for a moment that seemed to stretch forever. His voice had a hard edge when he finally spoke. “He will go free. And when he is gone from here you will never think of him again.”

It took all her self-control for Hyara to keep her voice steady and intimate. “Of course not, my master… there is no room in my thoughts for anyone but you.”



When the felguards came for him, Galmak thought the day of his death had surely arrived. But as they dragged him out of his cell, there was Raizha in the corridor. Why would she be there also?

She didn’t leave him wondering. “Your draenei has struck a bargain. You are free to go,” she said with a flick of her wings.

“What? How is that possible? What did she do?”

Raizha didn’t answer. The felguards prodded him roughly down the corridor and he stumbled after the demoness. “Raizha! Answer me! What did she do?”

“You will not like the answer, so I don’t see why I should tell you.”

“I want to know!” he snarled.

But she kept her silence as she led them through the maze of the fortress. They entered a vault-like black stone hall with a ceiling lost in shadows. An enormous iron gate loomed ahead. Raizha motioned for the felguards to halt. She faced Galmak.

“Hyara has promised herself to the Legion in exchange for your freedom. The demons in our territory have been instructed to let you pass. You have one day to leave, after which time you will be killed if you remain.”

She flicked her hand, two felguards dragged open the iron gate, and Galmak was thrown reeling into the blinding light of the outdoors. He didn’t know how long he stood there dumbly, in shock. After a while he looked at his hands, realized they were bleeding, and wondered why. Then he realized he’d been pounding on the gate and yelling Hyara’s name until he was hoarse. Not even on that first day of their capture had he known such despair. No one inside heeded his cries. Finally he stumbled away from the fortress down the road that would lead him to Winterspring. Was there any way? Could he find help and come back for her? Each step carried him farther from her but he kept going with the slim hope that somehow he could still save her. He passed by a rocky ravine with a few meager, twisted bushes growing at the bottom and a dark shape suddenly slipped from behind the vegetation. It was Palla. He dropped to the ground and threw his arms around her. He continued on, Palla to one side, Gink to the other. At last the snow of Winterspring glinted around him. He was free, but he wished he were dead.

Chapter Seven

Galmak plodded on. He was freezing in only his tattered armor and his stomach reminded him how long it had been since he’d eaten. Palla wanted to hunt for him; he might get a fire started, and then he could warm up and regain some strength. But he drove himself to continue out of desperation even as he knew he would probably find no help in Everlook. ''It’ll take days to get there at this rate, with no mount. '' He growled and staggered forward faster.

A shadow swooped low out of the sinking sun and he whirled and tripped as something thudded into the snow at his feet. A high, cold cackle died away behind a nearby hill, receding fast back the way he’d just traveled. Galmak stooped to pick up an awkwardly shaped bundle. Inside were some warmer clothes, food, and… He pulled it out and squinted at it in puzzlement. It was a robe, scarlet with demonic runes embroidered across it in gold thread. It looked like the sort of thing a warlock would wear. Something fluttered to the ground, and he picked it up. It was a note. He skimmed to the bottom, seeking a signature. ''Raizha? ''

''If you want to save your draenei, start back to the fortress this instant. Tomorrow at dawn put on the robe. You will be escorted inside. Be surprised at nothing that happens. Follow my cues and Hyara’s. When you first see her, call her Ar’aka. ''

That was all. But it was all Galmak needed. Whatever was going on, it was a chance, Hyara’s only chance. He gave a shout and charged southward.



The night before Hyara’s transformative ceremony was to take place, Raizha came to the draenei while Sarzuun slept. Hyara sat on the floor by the fire staring calmly into the flames. She looked up as the harem door opened and Raizha entered with her hoofs swathed in cloth so as to make no sound.

“You think you are going to die tomorrow,” the demoness whispered. Hyara’s eyes opened wide in fear. Raizha had guessed her secret; she knew Hyara would fight the corruption until death released her. The demoness held up her hand and continued. “You may still die. But there is one last hope, one more thing you may try. Hyara leaned close and in whispers Raizha explained her plan. The draenei looked thoughtful. It was audacious and extremely risky, but it was a chance. She had nothing to lose by trying. Raizha, on the other hand…

“Why do you do this,” Hyara whispered, “when you could let me die and risk nothing? All would be back as it was before I ever came here.”

Raizha was silent for a moment. The firelight on her face revealed her internal struggle. Finally she said, “Because Sarzuun is a fool. He would better serve the Legion dead.”

Hyara sensed this wasn’t the full truth of it but she said nothing. From a pouch at her belt Raizha produced a small gold knife and a tiny gemmed goblet. To Hyara’s horror the demoness pressed the knife to her palm, opening a gash. She squeezed thick, dark blood into the goblet and held it out to the hunter.

“You must drink,” Raizha said. Hyara’s stomach twisted in revulsion, but she understood and pressed the goblet to her lips. “Use no magic tonight. Tomorrow you must cast a fel spell. You will have only one chance. I suggest you make it an impressive display.” And with that Raizha left as silently as she had come.

Hyara climbed into bed beside the sleeping eredar and tried to let sleep overtake her. ''Light, let me be strong tomorrow, whatever comes. ''



She stood once more in the throne hall before Sarzuun. Felguards lined the walls; Sarzuun’s imp bounced and gibbered to one side of his throne. Beneath Hyara’s hooves an intricate demonic rune pulsated with fel-green magic. She wore clothing again for this occasion: thin crimson silk draped her in a translucent dress with a plunging neckline and slits up both sides showing her legs.

Sarzuun smiled and his eyes held a cold, hungry eagerness. “Today you will become man’ari and a great mistress of the Legion. You will serve me as you could not as a mortal.”

Hyara gazed back into his eyes and smiled. She felt little fear now at this last stand against him; her body instead seemed charged with an excited nervousness.

Rapid hoofbeats echoed loudly in the corridor. Hyara took a deep breath. The show was about to begin.

Raizha burst into the room and ran to kneel in front of Sarzuun’s throne.

“Master,” she gasped breathlessly. “I could not be sure until now, but… Master, you have been deceived!” She rose and turned to where the hunter stood calmly, raising an accusing finger to point. “Master, you cannot make her man’ari… the blood of a man’ari already flows in her!”

Sarzuun’s face was working through a range of emotions. He stared in disbelief at Raizha. His face seemed to settle on incredulous amusement and he was about to speak when Hyara’s voice rang out, calm and cold.

“Well done, bitch. You have seen what your master could not, in his arrogance.” Sarzuun now turned his eyes on Hyara and rose slowly from the throne. His eyes narrowed in rage. “Raizha,” he rumbled. “You are badly mistaken. This wench is not man’ari.”

''Oh Light, this can’t work… how can this possibly work. '' But now was no time to waver; she had to keep the momentum of the situation on her side. A cruel smile played on Hyara’s lips and she walked slowly to where Sarzuun stood before his throne. Next to him Raizha seemed hypnotized, gaping at Hyara. As the draenei approached, the demoness shrank back as if cowed in the presence of a powerful being. Hyara had to admire the performance. Sarzuun glanced at his succubus and Hyara saw the tiniest doubt begin to manifest itself in him. But she still tread a sword’s edge. She came close and pushed him slowly and firmly to sit back in the throne.

“Sarzuun,” she purred his name. “You don’t believe that a mere mortal could have given you such pleasure as I have? Surely you have heard of eredar who disguise their demonic nature in service to the Legion… who bring themselves low for a time in service to our great master. The Legion has been watching you. My master has been watching you. You must know who my master is, Sarzuun. He is your master too; or had you forgotten?” She ran her fingernails lightly down his cheek. “Months ago you asked my name, you remember?” He swallowed almost imperceptibly. “I am Ar’aka. I am the servant and mistress of Kil’jaeden. Through me his eyes have been on you, and now I have sent my servant to inform him of my… final decision.” Sarzuun seemed paralyzed, his face unreadable. Hyara returned to stand again on the fel rune. There was a sound behind her and she turned to see the great wooden doors opening. A felguard flung them wide, and in strode Galmak, rich demonic robes flowing behind him as he walked. There was dark determination in his face and he looked powerful and deadly. Hyara nearly lost her fragile composure at the sight of him, but she recovered as he knelt in front of her.

“Mistress Ar’aka,” he said, bowing his head.

Hyara placed a hand lightly on his shoulder, drawing strength from the touch. “Our master has been informed?”

“Yes, Lady,” he answered.

Sarzuun roared in rage and leapt to his hooves. Now was the time. Hyara summoned all her magical ability and felt the power of the fel flowing through her, magnified by the rune on which she stood. She extended her arms and a wave of malevolent green light pulsed toward Sarzuun where he stood. Into the spell she channeled all the fury and frustration she’d known for months now. A wild scream ripped from her lips and died as Sarzuun thudded heavily to the floor, writhing. Her chest heaved and the rage faded from her eyes. The eredar struggled weakly to pull himself upright.

“You are an unworthy servant of the Legion,” Hyara intoned. “There is one here who is better suited to the task. Raizha.” She turned her eyes to the demoness. “My master Kil’jaeden has been better pleased with what he has seen in you. To you I will leave leadership here. And I give you responsibility for the fate of this… creature.” She gestured disdainfully toward Sarzuun’s struggling form. ''May it be a fate worthy of the monster he is. ''

Raizha came to kneel at Hyara’s hooves. “My lady, I will make myself worthy of the position Kil’jaeden has bestowed on me.” She rose and gestured to the felguards around the room. They obeyed immediately, rushing forward to drag Sarzuun up from the floor. He roared and flailed weakly. As they dragged him from the room his eyes met Hyara’s for an instant and in them she saw a mad fury boiling. She shuddered.

“I must leave at once,” she said, and Raizha gave a small smile and nodded.

The demoness gave them provisions and warm clothes for their long walk back to Everlook. Many things had to be left unsaid because of the presence of other demons, but Hyara didn’t think it would have mattered even had they been alone; she didn’t believe the demoness would ever admit to one of the reasons she’d helped the draenei. Ambition surely played a large part in it. But Hyara had also seen how Raizha had kept a subtle but persistent interest in bringing news of each other between Hyara and Galmak. Perhaps a succubus could never know love for herself, Hyara didn’t know; but it was clear that Raizha could at least understand it, and could also understand that her master bore no love for her. Hyara was astonished to find that she felt pity and even respect for a Legion demoness.

As they crossed at last into Winterspring, reunited with Gink and Palla, sobs of relief wracked Hyara’s body. Galmak held her silently and let her cry. He felt he would never let her go again; they would stand clinging to each other forever here as the cold swirled around them. They traveled far that day, eager to put as much distance between them and that nightmarish place as possible, but finally they had to concede to exhaustion. Galmak smiled to himself as once again he made a little blanket tent under a tree. How wonderful that night had been. If only…

They curled together inside the tent, wrapped in each other’s warmth. He stroked her hair soothingly and she sighed.

“Galmak,” she whispered. There were tears in her voice.

“What, love?”

Her heart swelled to hear him call her that, but guilt and sorrow gnawed at her. “No… oh, Galmak… you- you can’t want me anymore.” She gulped back a sob.

He rose up on an elbow to look at her face and continued stroking her hair. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”

She closed her eyes. She couldn’t meet his gaze, so full of love. “I can’t explain. Please don’t make me explain. You wouldn’t even know me, from the horrible things… the horrible things I had to do.” She took a ragged breath and continued. “I won’t say he made me do everything. That would be a lie. Some things I chose to do… oh, please believe me that I only did what I did because I saw a chance to get you out of there.”

He nestled his face under her chin against the warm pulse in her neck and held her silently for a moment. “I don’t know all that you’ve been through and I think it might drive me mad if I did know.” He kissed her neck softly. “I thought I was dead in there… but more importantly, I thought I’d lost you. I didn’t see any hope for getting you away and it made me not care one whit what happened to myself. I never, ever want to lose you again. I’ve come within a hair’s breadth twice now. Hyara, I’m only leaving if you chase me off with a cartload of goblin explosives. And even then you can bet I’ll come crawling right back. I can’t imagine how it makes you feel, what that monster did to you… but as far as I can tell, you only made the right choices in a situation where most wouldn’t have seen any choices at all. Please, love. Don’t break my heart now. I do want you, and I’ll want you forever.”

Hyara could barely see through her tears, but she pulled him down and kissed him, tenderly, lingeringly. “I want you, Galmak,” she whispered. “Please, oh please, take me.”

This time he knew better than to ask her if she was ready, if she truly wanted this. She was ready and she wanted to heal. She wanted to pick up where they’d left off, where circumstances had so horribly intervened. Gently he helped her out of her clothing in the cramped space and stripped off his own. Hyara lay there in the faint moonlight that filtered through the tent’s entrance, and at last she saw the bare body of the man she loved. She sighed with pleasure at his smooth muscles rippling beneath his skin, his thick manhood standing erect and ready for her. And finally he could see her beautiful nakedness under the right conditions. The way he looked at her made her feel whole again, as if she were worthy of being loved, despite all she’d been forced to do. Galmak made love to her slowly and gently, slipping inside her with a tenderness and care that took her breath away. She smiled in bliss; he was exactly right for her. There was no pain, only pleasure. He drew himself in and out of her, slowly but deeply, working them both to a panting frenzy until Hyara at last begged him to finish her. Galmak groaned and thrust deeper and faster until she bucked in his arms and gave a little scream. Only then did he succumb to his own urgent need and finally burst inside her, letting out a low, rumbling growl. She moaned and sighed softly, drawing his lips down to hers. He laid down on her, careful not to crush her, with his manhood still inside her and his seed draining slowly from her body. Hyara couldn’t get enough of the feel of him. She felt she’d waited forever to taste his love and now at last he was hers. He was like a pure, cleansing light to her mind as well as her body.

Softly, she began to sing in orcish one of his songs from a lifetime ago in Felwood. His voice rumbled deep in his chest as he joined her. Outside, snow danced and whirled as if it took joy in their song.