Chapter 14 - New Allies? Or Temporary Friends?

Waves of light washed over Aeris's relaxed face, their warm embrace tingling her skin and softly wakening her. She felt wonderful. The night's sleep had brought rejuvenation she needed. With a yawn, she sat up in her bed, looking around with a soft smile. She looked down at herself and turned red. She was naked, the thought had never really hit her. She enjoyed the freedom of nudity, but she was showing off her entire body for everyone!

Aeris started to notice more and more things, making her self-conscious. Her obvious differences from those of her same race, and even those of the human race. The chitin had managed to return, though she could control it. The silence prodded her thoughts. Taking a break from focusing on herself, she glanced around the room. She was the only one left in it.

A note rested on Roul's bed, written in his chicken scratch handwriting. "Downstairs speaking with the general of this brigade. Well, I won't be speaking their language, but the Mages are. Just pop on down when you're ready." She shrugged and looked around the spacious apartment, looking for some clothing. Her scan turned up naught but the blankets she had slept in. With resignation she turned toward her other, much less appealing option. Black smoke wrapped its fingers around her, and the chitin formed itself across her in its spiked armor style.

Slow steps drew her down into a common room. Sparsely decorated with a simple table and a mass of chairs, the wooden room proved to serve the purpose of a meeting well, Aeris observed. And there were quite a few more people here than she expected. The two men that had resided at the head of the column sat near the head of the table, the fancy one was human, it turned out, and his partner was a night elf. Both were intently focused on Kate, who was translating for Roul, who was talking. She couldn't hear him over the speech going on near her, between several men who appeared to be nobles and high-ranking military grade officers.

Someone took notice of her. The room fell silent as she was pointed out. Deciding to have a bit of fun with them, she kept her face dispassionate, almost disapproving in expression, eyes always in a soft glare. She barely hid the grin that wished to burst to her lips. With heavy footsteps she progressed the length of the table, and stood between Roul and the Night Elf. Conversation at the far end of the table resumed nervously as she departed from their sector.

However, the two men focused on her at the peak of the table, and Roul too gazed upon her form. Kate and Madison nodded approvingly at her appearance. Kate opened her mouth and spoke, her voice honey dripping, "Your spear was retrieved, and the Rider gave you his scythe, they both are waiting outside the inn, along with some proper clothing, though it appears you don't need it." She winked at the girl subtly, so as not to alert the General and his partner.

The Kal'dorei turned toward her, face scrutinizing her. "Is that permanent?" He spoke in a broken Thalassian. Aeris smiled at him.

"No, but I don't have anything to wear, so I felt it best to dress in what I had." He laughed with her, but the fancy man next to him raised an eye-brow. He related the joke to the golden armor men, and he too laughed, a bit. "If you don't mind me asking, how do you know the Blood Elf language?" She ventured, eyes summing him up. He was a strong built warrior, she decided.

"Its not so far off from the language of the Night Elves, it took a bit of time, but I can speak it some." His voice was like wind through leaves, and soothing. Had he not been in plate with a sword and shield, she could have mistaken him to be a druid. He nodded at Kate and Madison, "If you would? Allow this girl to tell her tale, and translate it for the benefit of my companion." They nodded. Aeris eyed him.

"Where do I start?"

"From the moment after Roul escaped the tunnel, and continue from there."

She nodded, and spun her tale once more. From when she awoke a prisoner, to when she waged war a Mother. She described her capabilities, and her 'powers' so to speak, earned from the transformation. She described how she felt on the subjects of the things pertaining to the Hive. She brought them all the way up to the point where the Rider had given her a lift. All in vivid and descriptive detail. Roul had cringed when she went over the Brood Father sex.

By the end of her tale, she had ensnared the entire table in her web of events. They all gazed upon her a new light. Some felt pity or sadness for her. Others regarded her as a twisted creature. Others felt apathetic to the situation. All over, however, was the sentiment of respect for the woman, grudging or otherwise, that she had survived what had occurred to her.

The Night Elf stared at her again, speaking slowly, thinking about what he had to say. "That was a lengthy tale, and quite the series of events for you to endure, miss." He used courtesy, and nodded in a slight motion at her, "We," He gestured to himself and surrounding company, "Have seen from this story and the information you have gifted to us, that you can be an incredible asset to the Alliance forces. That is, assuming you wish to aid us." He extended the offer.

Aeris thought to her dream of the woman. She looked at Roul, he spoke softly, for her ears only, "I will follow you." That small phrase brought her some confidence and she faced the Kal'dorei with a smile.

"Count me in."

He grinned, and the table let out a breath it didn't know it had been keeping in, each man nodding at her with one form of grin or another. They spoke to her, though she didn't understand the words, she thanked them for it. The Night Elf shook her hand and Roul's.

"Well, I'm sure you'll be wanting to prepare for the journey. You'll be riding a gryphon out to Theramore Isle." It was said in both Thalassian and in Common, for the benefit of those not able to speak one or the other. He was now very militaristic, and Aeris realized with a start, that the Night Elf was the General, not the fancy man! She was mildly impressed, and he rose a few notches on her respect scale.

"You won't be riding with us?" Aeris ventured.

"I will not, I'll be following on the morrow. I have some things to wrap up here. I do hope you all are not too disappointed." He smiled a small grin, and then rose with an abrupt motion. Feet loudly clomping across the floor, he fled the scene, waltzing out like he owned the place.

Aeris looked at Roul and beckoned him over. "C'mon, I wanna get my new stuff up to my room, then we can spend some time together." She pecked him on the forehead, before slipping outside as well. He followed suit a few moments later. He seemed a little off, but Aeris thought that might just be the shock of events catching up to him.

Inside they hauled the bags with her name scrawled on them, to the room they shared with the Mages. With a thud she dropped them onto the floor. Then, using the help of Roul, they pushed their beds together. "Now then, its time for some nice fun with Roul!" She mockingly said, chitin retracting to show her naked form.

"Oh ho ho, someone's gotten quite sexual sense I last saw them in bed!" He joked, stripping down himself, and sliding into the covers next to her. Their bodies pressed against each other, and he hugged her, stroking her hair. They sighed, feeling warmth and comfort in each other.

Aeris reached down and pulled Roul into a kiss with her. Soft at first, but a hunger for passion took over, and the kiss grew more urgent the longer they held it. Her mouth opened, at the prodding of his tongue, and he explored inside her. They dueled with one another, wrapping around and twisting against the others tongue.

Hands found purchase on backs, Aeris's doodled snowflake soft patterns on his back, their soft, tickling motions exciting him. His own hands worked their way down to her rear, where they gripped with an iron clamp. She moaned through their kiss, elating him further.

From beneath the sheets, Aeris felt a pressure against her pelvic area. She broke the kiss gingerly, giggling slightly, "It seems someone is ready!" She joked, a hand teasingly twirling down his chest and stomach, stopping at the tip of his manhood and swirling it around.

A thin blush spread across his cheeks, and his left hand moved from her rear to her crotch, swiping across her slit. He brought it above the covers, glistening with her juices, "Whose talking?" He remarked. She stuck out her tongue at him, and he caught it with his own mouth, and they were back to their passion.

As it progressed and both felt the need grow urgent, they rolled in the bed, till Aeris finally won out, and resided above Roul, whose back was against the bed, looking up at her. His eyes were orbs of lust, gazing only at her.

The two were so enthralled with one another they noticed not the presence of Madison and Kate, who smiled from a corner of the room, feeling happy the two had finally come together with one another.

She waggled her hips, and slid onto the tip of his cock, moaning as she did so. Her right hand flew to her breast, fondling it. Slowly, she lowered herself down on the cock, voice rising in pitch as she did so. When she reached the base, she let out a breath, then licked her lips, a predator look in her eyes.

She leaned down and brought him once more into the kiss, as her pelvis began to rise and fall to the time of a beat only she knew. Squelching noises echoed the plop of flesh hitting flesh, each time she dropped down onto him. His hands found her breasts, and those fingers worshiped every inch. They grasped at the flesh pinching it and pulling it, flicking and rolling the nipples in their grasp. With a mighty squeeze he brought milk to the tip. She arched her back in a moan, and he picked up where she grew tired. His hips thrust now.

With her head above him, his mouth nabbed its next target, her large breast and hardened, milk leaking nipple. He sucked at the fluid dripping from it, tongue rolling and lapping at the sensitive flesh it held. A chorus of noises from Aeris let him know he was doing all the right things.

Her voice whispered in his ear, "Ahn... I'm close, R-OH-Roul!" She gasped out, hands tightening around his shoulders. He too was closing in. And she started to piston in time with him, and together they increased in tempo and strength. Finally it accumulated in a final chorus of moans from Aeris and a fantastic finale from Roul. As she reached a crescendo, and her fluids began to run wildly down and stain the sheets, his thrusts grew deep, hard, and slow. His semen flew into her, filling her up, till the fluid mixed with hers and dripped out onto the bedding.

Sliding off of him and rolling next to him, Aeris snuggled up against him, face leaned against his arm. "Mmm, just as wonderful as ever, love." She kissed his cheek, her face warm. His face was soft as he gazed at her beautiful form, eyes drifting up and down her.
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Wool flapped in the heavy wind up above the clouds, where only the birds were privy to their location. Aeris was gripping her Rider, the same one as the day before, with a death clamp, terrified she fall off and die. Up high and with such wind and speeds, it was impossible to communicate with anyone but the Riders, and they weren't usually that sociable. But Aeris was okay with that, she had to focus on not dieing.

They had been flying for a while now, and now loomed over the marshland of Dustwallow, and in the distance, down below, if you strained hard enough, you could make out the tower of the legendary Mage. Jaina Proudmoore. However, their nearing destination did not shake Aeris of her fear of death, and so she clung with an impossible grip.
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The tower was far more amazing when see on ground, then from the air. It extended into the air, a spear thrust up, made of stone and iron and wood, it was the home of the Alliance's greatest Mage still on Azeroth.

Before them was a short series of stone steps. Each Rider stood before his or her charge, as the quartet were called, and were tasked with guiding, translating, protecting, and general tasks such as that. Right now, they were taking them to see the Mage. The thought thrilled Aeris, this great woman was a wonderful role model, she preemptively decided.

So with long strides they produced their way into, and up the winding tower. Odd staircases coated the inside, some leading no where, twisting and turning as they rose higher and higher, bridges connecting them. Up and up they went, till at last a thin set of steps was the only barrier between them and Proudmoore. Tentatively Aeris took her first step to see one of the most powerful Alliance figures, and she had no idea what was going to happen.