AN: I’m pretty bad at writing R18 scenes, but I like it vanilla, so here ya go.

Varrus found himself all but swept off his feet after the end of the conflict by Syra.

He had wanted to make inroads with the powerful players, make a speech or two, but he had to settle for waving them off, claiming fatigue after the failed assassination attempt.

Kael said something about holding a funeral the next day, to which Varrus quickly agreed, and told him that he was making a list for the people he wanted to sit on the Convocation of Silvermoon.

The Prince barely got a word in, giving his blessing when Syra's insistence became unmanageable.

He then teleported home with Syra-and his guards-thanks to the Master Alteration spell: Milestone.

Milestone: Place up to 5 teleportation anchors and teleport freely between them.

As soon as they arrived back in Varrus’ room, Syra kicked the Crossguard out, and slammed the door shut.

Varrus couldn't even get a word out when she pounced on him.

She twirled him around, and roughly slammed him into the wide oak door, causing it to shake and shudder.

Syra’s tongue entered his mouth a moment later searching hungrily for his tongue.

Varrus wrapped his tongue around hers, and locked eyes with her.

Varrus’s blue eyes locked with Syra’s gold as they lost themselves in each other's intensity.

A tear fell down Syra’s eye, and she pulled back, and twirled around, pressing her back into him.

“What’s wrong?” Varrus mumbled with concern into the top of her hair.

His right hand gently massaged the back of her hand, while his left hand brushed away the tear trailing down her cheek.

Varrus felt her body shake and shiver, making his heart feel as if it had been pierced by a stake.

“Don’t cry, you can tell me.” Varrus turned her around, lifted her chin, then planted a kiss on the top of her forehead.

Syra shook her head away, then leaned in to hug him, crying up a storm.

Varrus cooed into her ear, and gently rubbed her back.

“Shhh, shh, I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.” Varrus comforted.

“Liar.” Syra said in a bitter tone.

Varrus thought back to the umbra beam that almost claimed his life, and closed his eyes.

‘So that's what had her out of sorts.’ Varrus thought to himself.

“Hey now, what happened today was unavoidable. Your husband is the representative of Quel'Thalas. If I don’t go forward, and present myself as a target for everyone to resent or look up to, who else will? Besides, I had you with me. I knew I wouldn't lose.” Varrus spoke softly and said while nibbling on her ear.

“Hey, that tickles!” Syra interposed her hand, and pushed Varrus’ head away.

Varrus licked the palm of her hand, and thunked his forehead into hers.

“Syra, when will you learn? My beautiful badass wife helped me kill a demigod today. She screamed my name in worry when I faced danger. She ran Light knows how many miles, fresh from a fight to be by my side. How can I not give it my all to survive when I have a woman like you waiting for me?” Varrus said, and stole another kiss, this time on the tip of her nose.

Syra-who was hiding her face behind her long blonde hair-flicked her hair back, and revealed a small smile.

“I love you Varrus, and I’m so worried something will happen to you.” Syra said, then gripped Varrus’ sides tightly like she never wanted to let go, then buried her head into his shoulder.

Varrus let loose a small chuckle, his murderous, murderous wife really could be an adorable knucklehead sometimes.

Broken out of her place of comfort due to Varrus’ shoulders lifting up and down during his laughter, Syra’s face began to frown with ire.

“By the Light! Who delivered this angry little angel into my room!?” Varrus loudly, and oafishly exclaimed.

“It’s not going to work, I know what you’re doing.” Pulling away, Syra crossed her arms and huffed.

Varrus took a step closer, and placed his hand on top of hers. He then guided her hand till it rested upon a slowly expanding lump at his waistline.

“My sexy, adorable, perfect wife makes moon eyes at me all day. She all but makes me orgasm over her hand within earshot of the soldiers-while resting in plague infested lands during our trip to meet the wise-yet pulled back at the last second when I'm about to finish.

Then, my beautiful and oh so amazing wife sprang on me-at the last minute mind you-that she will be going to a different battlefield than me, leaving me dazed and confused!

Once we finally defeated the strongest foe of our lives, she all but whisked me away to my bedroom, then started crying! Woman! You made me raging hard all day, and you will damn well take responsibility!” Varrus complained as he all but manhandled Syra to sit on the edge of the bed.

Syra blinked up at him, trying to keep a frown on her face, but was pushed down, and had kisses rained down upon her cheeks, lips, and neck giving her anger no room to express itself.

Varrus reached under her bra, and began fondling Syra's bosom with one hand. The other hand reached behind, and slowly began to unclasp all the belts and buckles holding her kit together.

“When you worry about me like this, it makes me worry about you! So stop worrying, and give me those twelve babies you always talk about!” Varrus growled into Syra's boob as he bit her on the nipple.

“That’s sensitive!” Syra moaned, and went to scratch Varrus on the face.

Varrus caught her wrist, then moved on to the other boob. His tongue lapped at her harnessing pink tits, while his other hand began to snake it way lower into her panties.

“Varrus! I-! Oh. Nrmmm.” Syra struggled not to buck her hips as she felt him tease her slit.

Varrus began to edge her with his fingers, and felt warm, sticky fluids begin to coat the tip of his fingers. His wife's face was transforming into a tomato as her sex drive began to kick in.

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Before he knew it, she had pulled up his head from her boobs, and dragged her tongue across his chin and into his mouth.

Both her hands held his head in place refusing to let go while they greedily drank one another in.

“Nmn!” Syra squirmed as Varrus finally put his fingers inside.

She turned away from him for a second, and placed her arm over her forehead. Varrus saw her breasts glistening with his saliva, and became inspired.

Quickly taking off his robe, Varrus mounted on top of Syra, and began thrusting his cock along the tight gap between her boobs.

Syra removed her arm, and looked up at him in surprise, only to have the head of his penis poke into her lips.

“Suck on it. Please.” Varrus all but begged as the pleasure of her breasts sent shockwaves through his mind.

Syra grinned up at him with her trademarked beautiful smile, then gripped him by the buttox.

“W-woah, woah!” Varrus said, startled as Syra forced him into her mouth.

Varrus looked at the ceiling in an effort not to cum.

“Fuuuuuck.” Varrus gasped between breaths as the warm moisture of his wife's throat drew him closer and closer to orgasm.

He felt her nails tighten on his ass cheeks as she forced him deeper and deeper.

Her moans reverberate around his cock, feeling like a vibrator, and her eyes, oh God, her eyes!

Varrus felt the desire, the passion in that gaze. She was telling him that she wanted him to look at her. Not at other girls, and NOT AT THE CEILING!

Varrus gasped as she took his entire length down her throat, and held him there.

He tried pulling out, but her grip was too strong.

Her head began to pick up pace, and her tongue swished around his shaft in intricate patterns.

Varrus' eyes were blinking rapidly, and he couldn't help but press Syra's boobs together and tighten around his cock as he reached orgasm.

The head of his penis quivered in ecstasy as she focused her tongue to lick. Lick. Lick.

Varrus bit his bottom lip, then finally released his load.

White hot sticky fluids gushed down her throat, and when he pulled back, an extra little spurt landed on her tits, painting them white.

Varrus flopped over onto the bed, and was panting like a dog in the summer heat.

His cock was still twitching, and hardening ever more as he felt the palm of Syra's hand glide up and down the shaft.

Each tanned finger of hers sent shivers down his spine as they played with both the shaft and head of his cock.

Varrus moaned, and shook his shoulders while she played with him.

“My turn.” Syra whispered in his ear, then mounted herself on his chest.

Varrus got a good look of her chest while looking up at her, driving his dick to harden even more.

He wasn't in a position to say anything, because she suddenly moved, and lowered her clit onto Varrus’ face.

Not needing to be told twice, Varrus began to lap at her pussy.

Naughty juices began to flow freely down her legs, staining Varrus’ chest wet.

Feeling his hair being tightly gripped, Varrus moaned into her, and took some of her juices to wet his hand, and began jerking himself off.

“Yes my Love, yes! Oh Varrus! Varrus!” Syra began rubbing herself, and playing with her breasts as Varrus ate her out.

Her screams only served to harden Varrus more, doubling his hand speed.

“Haaah!” Syra screamed once more, gripping Varrus’ head tightly as she orgasemd.

Varrus came at the exact same time, his seed spreading to cover her ass cheeks.

Lifting her off his chin, Varrus flicked his hand, casting telekinesis, and holding Syra floating in front of the bed.

“Varrus?” Syra cocked an eyebrow and questioned.

Rotating her over, Varrus wordlessly began to stroke his fingers all over her body.

Soft as a feather, he glided over every crevice, nook and cranny. No inch of her glorious body went unexplored.

He then rotated her so that it was as if she was laying on her back in a missionary position, yet she was still floating in midair.

Varrus stood still, and gently guided her vagina towards his penis.

Syra opened her mouth to protest, but quickly shut it as Varrus entered her, eliciting a moan.

Closing his eyes, Varrus focused on enduring the pleasure as he repeatedly rammed into Syra.

The warmth and love shared between the two of them sent his heart awash with intense emotions.

Smiling down at the love of his wife, Varrus for the first time genuinely shared in her dream.

Maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow. But some day, and someday soon, he would make her pregnant.

Motivated by that thought, Varrus turned up the telekinetic motion and practically became an electric powered sex toy he was thrusting into her so fast.

Before long, their shared moans began to harmonize, and Varrus felt his body quiver.

“I'm close.” Varrus panted breathlessly.

“Kiss me.” Syra panted back.

Varrus cut the telekinesis short, catching Syra in his arms.

Holding her tightly in his embrace, they clunked foreheads, and gently kissed one another.

“Hmn!” Varrus breathed into her ear.

Syra quivered, and tightened around his cock in shared orgasm as he ejaculated inside of her.

Unable to support her weight anymore, Varrus fell back onto their bed with her resting upon his chest.

“I won't leave you Syra, you can count on that.” Varrus comforted as he stroked her hair.

“I'm excited for our future. We're so young, I can't help but worry about you.” Syra fussed.

“And that's why I have you to talk to. That Sanguinar guy couldn't say anything after you defeated his man, Thaladred.” Varrus boasted, taking pride in his wife's strength.

“Mm hm! We won't have to worry about them ruining your plans ever again! I made sure of it!” Syra looked back at Varrus, beaming him a smile practically begging for praise.

Varrus felt the smile on his face freeze, and the hand stroking her hair still.

An awkward beat later, and Varrus felt his smile widen crookedly.

“Yes, of course, my wife is not only a powerful paladin, but a cunning politician as well. Where would I be without you? Hahaha….” Varrus weakly replied.

Thankfully, she had already turned around, and had begun snuggling into his embrace.

Meanwhile, Varrus was internally freaking out.

He had mentally prepared himself to work together with Sanguinar!

Seeming jerk that he was, the guy wasn't entirely in the wrong! Varrus, until 5 days ago, was a notorious playboy jackass of epic proportions! One who in Earth terms would barely be considered an 18 year old within High Elven society. Would any sane person trust such a youth to fill a critical role in the government?! Hell no!

While Varrus was slowly coming to terms with his reality, Syra was busy playing with his hair.

“Oh, by the way, you can rely on that Thaladred figure, his crime is unpardonable, and he would do anything to keep it secret.” Syra giggled into Varrus’ hair.

“...and what, pray tell, is his crime?” Varrus hesitated to ask, yet he felt like he must.

“Why, killing Lord Sanguinar of course, silly! I have to thank Thaladred later for darkening the light in the room during our duel! It allowed me to poison him with a magically activated hallucinogenic. When the battle was won, he thought for a split second that Sanguinar was the enemy, and well, the rest is history.” Syra giggled like a schoolgirl conducting a prank.

“So that's why you chose to go on a separate front, and fight away from me. You needed to be close enough to activate the poison, and were away from prying eyes.” Varrus said in astonishment, putting the pieces together.

“Promise you won't be mad at me? For leaving your side I mean! Please?” Syra glanced at Varrus like she had committed some crime, and she had grown antsy as she hid her face behind his hair.

Varrus shook his head, and laughed in disbelief.

His wife murdered a political adversary, and was completely unapologetic about it. BUT, she was guilty because they fought on separate battlefields?!

His wife was definitely mental.

Feeling tear drops fall onto his chest, Varrus sighed.

“Okay, okay, I forgive you.” Varrus sighed.

“Yay! Now lean back, I still want to make a child tonight!” Syra smiled grandly.

‘Damn this woman was insatiable!’ Varrus thought to himself as he let her take the lead this time.