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Arthas swore that she was using magic some how - he had no knowledge of the art - but when he gasped the question, Jaina just laughed and told him to do someone more productive with his mouth. But never had he had a lover like the sorceress. Her fingers drew strange symbols over his flushed skin and her lips burned as she trailed kisses down his chest. And when she took him into his mouth, Arthas saw lights dance in front of his eyes.
And then, when she allowed him entrance into her slick heat, Arthas forgot about his vows and his promises and his mission and his secrets, lost in her as she wrapped him in her spell. It was like a fire, engulfing him until he had nothing but his most primordial instincts. Jaina's laughing reached his ringing ears and he almost heard words - but unlike him, Jaina never lost herself in their passion. She stayed silent afterwards when he questioned her and revealed nothing.
And then, when she allowed him entrance into her slick heat, Arthas forgot about his vows and his promises and his mission and his secrets, lost in her as she wrapped him in her spell. It was like a fire, engulfing him until he had nothing but his most primordial instincts. Jaina's laughing reached his ringing ears and he almost heard words - but unlike him, Jaina never lost herself in their passion. She stayed silent afterwards when he questioned her and revealed nothing.