I didn't expect to be adding on to this story, but I couldn't help it. Helion is probably one of my favorite self-made OCs ever, just because of his rarity and appearance...

Plus, I didn't want to be done with Lyella and Helion just yet. I am thinking about adding another chapter or epilogue to make this a mini tri-chapter story or something... Maybe. :P Depends on how this chapter fares.

Anywho, chapter two, enjoy!

Lyella twirled her pen in her fingers lazily, leaning her chin in her hand and resting her elbow on the table in front of her. Her eyes flicked over the various goods she had for sale at her booth. Herbs, all kinds of herbs, were laid across the table with labels and prices. She only had little samples of each on the table to discourage pickpockets; she had larger supplies set up behind her in big containers, which were all warded. She actually had a decent market here in Shattrath City, because people from all sides came into this place for trade and rest, and she could get business from almost anyone.

The young woman had come to Shattrath nearly five months ago. Falcon Watch, she'd finally decided, had become far too dangerous for her taste. It was more of a military base than anything else, plus the constant raids by Alliance and those dreaded ravagers were becoming a daily hassle, and she'd finally decided to just pack up and move. It'd been one of the best decisions of her life, though. In fact, she began to wonder how she'd even survived before she moved here. This place offered safety, job security, and solitude, three things she learned to value the most.

Of course, the initial reason she had left her home was to seek adventure, but once she found it, she discovered that adventure was nothing but glorified stressful homelessness with a side of danger.

But this place, Shattrath… It felt like home.

Lyella gazed out over through the little marketplace in a lower sanctum of the city. Even this late, refugees were constantly pouring in and out of the inns at the far end, but where she was set up was a bustling, thriving system of little shops and stations of vendors who sold their goods at discount prices to passers-through. Sometimes Lyella would take herb commissions, if they were doable. Someone would order a large batch of Dreaming Glory, and she'd pack up a few supplies and venture out into the forest near the gates, collect what she needed, and make a good profit. It was a good system that she worked, and she was happy with it.

It was late evening now, nearing nighttime, and Lyella had sold a decent amount of her wares. There had been a steady influx of travelers, most of whom would pass through here on their ways to the inns, so she had a good amount of business. All the other shopkeepers had either left for the night or had begun to do so.

Feeling like she'd accomplished enough for the day, she finally packed up her things, stuffing the herb satchels into her backpack and clearing off the table. She tied her coin purse to her belt and hoisted her bag over her shoulders, and set off toward where she now lived, which was a small, multi-level apartment complex set into one of the tall walls of the city.

A small child squealed with laughter up ahead, and she glanced up to see a little blood elf family enjoying their evening in a softer, grassy area off to the side of the streets. A man, a woman, and what Lyella presumed to be their daughter were eating an evening meal, leaning against the stone walls of buildings behind them and sitting in the grass. Lyella smiled to herself. In all honesty, she wanted that. She wanted what she saw there; a family, happiness…

Only problem was, something like that can't be easily found in a place like this. She was living in a crossroads, a safe-haven in the middle of a world that otherwise was far too dangerous for a family to live in. Not only that, but it's not like she could easily find someone willing to share something so big with her, especially not in Shattrath. The people who moved here were either already settled or weren't planning to in the first place.

That's not to say she wasn't happy, though. No, definitely not; of all places, she was happier here than she'd ever been anywhere else. Something about the atmosphere of this city, its unchanging, steady days all blending together… It was nice, and she didn't regret it at all.

She was falling into a deep thought as she walked, so when she was passing through an alleyway by the local inn and a shadow passed over her in the form of a person, she didn't even bother to glance over. People were always outside these inns; it was nothing new.

But then, a strangely-familiar, liquid, clear, deep and almost humorous voice drifted to her ears, and she froze, eyes staring straight ahead, not daring to look at the voice's owner.

"Lyella?"

She'd completely stopped in her tracks. Her breath left her, and then hitched before she could get the chance to breathe back in. Her thoughts were rapid. This couldn't be possible. Out of all places, he was here? She didn't think he'd even remember her!

Her eyes, as much as they fought against it, finally flickered up to the man standing in front of her, and she felt her heartbeat increase rapidly and erratically. She couldn't help but let certain memories resurface when her gaze rested upon his tall, muscular frame, travelling up to his smooth, pale face, in which, upon meeting his dark stare, she lost all cognitive thought.

After their last encounter, she hadn't seen Helion one single time. He was a traveler, and she wasn't. He'd gone on his way and she on hers. She had no regrets surrounding him, and she'd moved on, but that didn't mean that some—rather, often—times she thought back to that time they'd shared in Falcon Watch. A quick, short burst of passion in which both of them gave into their desires and made the best of what they had. It'd been… Well, for Lyella, it had been incredible.

But until this moment, she hadn't let herself give him or their connection much thought. So to see him now, suddenly, in all his perfection, was such a shock that Lyella hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath.

She sucked in a gulp of air and let it out.

"Helion," she said, but it was more of a whisper.

His dark, dark navy eyes studied her from under black lashes. The edge of his smooth lips twitched at a smirk, making Lyella's heart flutter again. Oh, how could she have forgotten all of this… this beauty? His rich, deep, dark blue hair was pulled back behind his ears, cascading down his back. It was longer than she remembered, but that made sense. It'd been a while.

He took a step forward, blocking out the light coming from the inn behind him and engulfing her in his shadow. He was towering and big, even without all his armor on. His face was illuminated by the quickly-fading, dusky light of the evening, making him look surreal, as his delicate tusks shimmered in the light and caught all the different colors of the spectrum.

He spoke and interrupted her thoughts.

"Out of all places," he murmured. "Everywhere, I searched, and I never would have predicted you'd be here, now."

Lyella swallowed nervously. He… He'd been looking for her?

"Well, here I am," Lyella half-laughed a little, throwing off the anxiety that arose in talking to him after so much time.

She could see his eyes study her, crinkling just barely with humor. "I don't think you fully understand what I mean," he began in a calm voice. "You have no idea how much I…" he trailed off, and his eyes flicked back and forth between hers as he searched for the right words. "How much I needed to find you again. I can't get you out of my head."

Her breath hitched again, and she glanced around. They were completely alone in this small, dark alley, in the company of only one another, and it took everything she had to restrain herself from dropping her bags and giving him a proper greeting, one she'd imagined giving him if they ever happened upon each other again. A greeting involving not much talking and a lot of action. But now that she was in the situation, she couldn't bring herself to move, so she just stood there and studied him a moment.

"Helion…" she murmured softly, and his dark eyes stared down at her, now only illuminated by the faint light of the inn windows, as the sun had made its full descent.

He looked as if he too was restraining, how both of his large fists had tightened at his sides and how he seemed to stand a little guarded, leaning back a little, though he stood tall and straight nevertheless. His eyes seemed pleading, almost begging, though Lyella was unsure of why. It seemed both of them were having difficulties here.

Lyella shifted from one leg to the other, cocking her hips as she had a habit of doing. "I missed you," she blurted before catching herself, then blinked. "I mean, I—"

She didn't even get to finish her sentence. Helion's long arms snaked out and wrapped around her, his hands planting themselves at her lower back, and his mouth claimed hers without any hesitation.

Lyella dropped her bags off of her shoulder, leaning forward into his embrace and wrapping her hands up around the back of his neck and strong shoulders, kissing him back pleadingly. She felt his delicate tusks grazing her jaw every once in a while, felt his hands run along her waist, all the way down to her hips and back up, gripping her close and pulling her up into his arms as he pressed her hard against the sturdy wall behind her.

Oh, how she had missed this. Not the action, but this man in particular. Kissing him. How his kiss held a certain spicy, hot taste, his breath steamy and smoky. She missed how his talented-yet-gentle tongue coaxed hers out of its shell, and how perfectly their lips fit together, like a puzzle. And most of all was the feeling of absolute security she felt when he smothered her in his desire.

Her heartbeat increased erratically, thudding like a hummingbird as this half-elf, half-troll man ravished her in the empty, dark alleyway, his hands everywhere and kisses traveling from her lips to her neck. She craned her head back, allowing him to leave trails of intense, hot kisses down her neck and along her breastbone, her breaths shallow and gasping as he triggered something deep within her, something that hadn't come out in a long time.

She weaved her hands into his long, soft, dark silky blue hair.

"Take me, Helion," she breathed pleadingly, arching her breasts up toward his face and coaxing him to have his way.

A deep, appreciative rumble made its way up from his chest, and he obliged instantly, hands grabbing hold of her tunic and removing the ties. As the cloth fell aside from her torso and left her bare, he let out a sigh, his big hands tracing along the delicate skin of her ribs and waist, his large thumbs brushing over her nipples and causing her to suck in a sharp breath of pleasure.

"Right here, right now?" he asked her, though it was less of a question and more of an order. His tusks brushed her ribcage while his lips massaged and suckled their way down to her perked nipples, his tongue encircling one and his lips then enclosing around it entirely.

"Now, yes," Lyella gasped, and he growled again, returning his lips to hers almost ferociously.

She began tugging at the ties on his shirt, trying to focus despite his incessant, hot, desirous kisses that robbed her of thought, leaving her with just the heat building within her. She managed to loosen his shirt so that it hung limply at his shoulders, and immediately her hands were trailing down his chest and hard, lean stomach, over the warm, rippling, taut muscle that pulsed with each breath he took.

His hands went to her belt and it was quickly removed, followed by her trousers and then her thin underwear. He pressed himself hard against her as he kissed her violently, sandwiching her between the wall and himself, and she felt a hard bulge at her stomach, then realized he must have removed his own clothing as well.

Wanton desire shot through her and her hands traveled down his sides and hard muscle to his hot, erect member, and he responded with an enthusiastic moan against her lips that quickly transformed into action as his hands gripped her hips tightly, lifting her up against the wall, his arms holding her up entirely, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He placed himself at her entrance, and she felt his pulsing length slide along her already-slick folds, slowly, entirely, filling her. She let out a quiet moan, doing her best to stay quiet in this public, albeit empty, place. His hands and arms held her there against the wall as he began to slide in and out of her tight sheath, each thrust providing them both with satisfaction they had been craving for months.

He picked up his pace, impaling her as he held her fast against the inn, giving into his animalistic drives and letting go of any inhibitions he may have held. Lyella gripped her hands at his shoulders, her head craning back against the wall in ecstasy as he placed his lips and tusks at the base of her neck and shoulders. He drove into her at an impressive speed, his pale, pearly skin gaining a thin sheen of sweat at his exertion, and Lyella began letting out rhythmic panting gasps as she felt herself begin to build.

Her back grinded against the wall almost to the point of becoming raw as Helion pinned her there, letting out all the pent-up desire and quenching a thirst which had evaded them for so long. Their breathing became ragged, heavy, synchronized as they both neared their breaking point. Helion braced one arm to hold her and brought his other hand up as he continued to pound into her, lacing his fingers into her hair behind her ear and pulling her in for a vicious, deep, passionate kiss, his tongue penetrating deep into her mouth at the same time as his hard, thick length filled her, and she felt herself start to give in.

She began to tighten around him as he continued to assault her with one of the most intense kisses she'd ever experienced, and as his thick member continued to stretch her to her limits, she finally tightened to the point of no return and felt herself erupt in an explosive orgasm, resonating deep within her and shocking every nerve with incredible pleasure. At this newfound sensation of Lyella's orgasm, Helion let out a shuddering, broken gasp and thrust into her one more time, his hand at her waist gripping hard into the flesh as he finally released within her, pinning her hard against the wall and filling her with his scalding seed.

"F-fuck," he groaned against her neck, still pulsing with his release, and Lyella finally began to come down from her high, panting hard and letting her head fall against his shoulder.

Helion, breathing heavily, gently released the hard grip he'd had on her hip and removed himself from her, only now allowing her to stand back on her feet. However, her knees were jelly, and as soon as he planted her on the ground, she just buckled and nearly fell, if not for him jumping back in and catching her last-second.

"Whoa," he laughed a little, and Lyella just let a goofy, lazy smile slap itself onto her face. He smirked at her expression, brushing a lock from her face to behind her ear. "That good, huh?"

She nodded. "Mm-hnn."

"Where are you staying?" he asked her as he strapped his pants back on and looped his belt through, cinching it firmly in place. He then tended to her as well, helping her at least pull her trousers back on and re-tie her shirt so she looked at least decent.

She pointed down the alley. "Just down that way, then to the left a little."

He shook his head. "No kidding? That close? Easy enough." He braced his arms around her and lifted her up, and she giggled a little, realizing she'd been in this situation before, with the same man; though, last time, it wasn't nearly as fun. Last time, she was extremely injured. Now, 'twas quite the opposite.

"What's so funny?" he smirked at her, lifting up her bags as well and hoisting them over his shoulder while somehow keeping her steady in his arms as well.

"Remember how we met?" Lyella giggled as Helion carried her through the alley.

"How could I forget?" he murmured humorously, and Lyella smiled to herself. She studied his face, how smooth and chiseled his features were. He definitely did look like an elf, but then at the same time, a lot like a troll, too.

"Let's just say I'm having some strong déjà vu," she said lightly.

He chuckled quietly and then slowed as they reached her apartment complex. It was dark, and the staircase leading to her door looked ominous.

"This it?" he asked her.

She nodded, and without issue, he carried her up the stairs and opened her door, letting it swing wide.

"You know you really should lock this," he murmured softly in her ear as he carried her into her home, which was nothing more than a spacious one-room apartment.

She giggled and squirmed out of his hold, and he set her down, prepared to catch her again lest she fall, but she didn't. She stood there, hands on his broad chest, staring up at him.

"Thank you," she said softly, eyes flicking between his. It was dark in her room, almost completely so, save for a rune lamp that set a very, very faint glow from her bedside table.

A small smile ghosted his lips, and he leaned in, pulling her up for another kiss, this time soft, gentle, tender, somehow containing an underlying emotion that Lyella was not prepared for. It took her a second to pinpoint what it was he was projecting, but then she caught it: This kiss… It was loving.

She felt something strange take hold within her, planting itself in her mind. Like a cool, soft ripple, it spread through her, warming her and soothing her at the same time. Her heart fluttered in response, and she felt Helion's fingers wrapping into her hair and around her waist, becoming more urgent.

She tugged him over to her bed by the belt that wrapped around his hips, not cancelling the kiss for anything, and as they reached it, she turned him around and then nudged him backward until he sat down on the mattress. She placed her thighs over his, straddling his waist, kissing him earnestly and running her hands up and down his chest and stomach while he wrapped his arms around her, his big hands cupping her bottom and gripping her a little tighter as the mood intensified.

Helion quickly became hard underneath her, and she smiled in approval. "That was quick," she purred, and he smiled, stealing another kiss.

"I aim to please," he murmured against her lips, flicking his tongue against her bottom lip before catching it with his sharp teeth.

His hands traveled up under her tunic again and he removed it, along with her trousers and his own as well. He leaned back, relaxing into her soft mattress with her propped above him, and she moaned softly as she began sliding her wet heat along his already rock-hard member, teasing him with anticipation. This elicited several very heady, low rumbles and groans from the half-elf, and he let out a shuddering gasp as she finally lined up with him and then sank down, fully taking him all in.

"Spirits, Lyella," he groaned, reaching up and pulling her down for a kiss as he began to sink him self up into her. Only a second later, he had rolled them both over so he was above her, staring down into her gaze with expressive navy eyes.

This time, though, as he began to rock his hips against hers, it was different. It wasn't wild, or fast or feral like before; he took slow, deep, passionate thrusts, sinking himself within her over and over in a continuous, sensual rhythm. One of his hands found both of hers, pulling them up above her head and pinning them against the pillows while his other hand kept him propped above her, his hard, lean stomach grinding against her curves. Lyella let out pleasurable moans at each of Helion's deep thrusts, each sending fizzles of pure, unbridled ecstasy through her veins.

She began letting out quiet, breathy pleas, anywhere from breathing his name to moaning in absolute bliss each time he sank himself inside her. She could feel his taut, restrained muscles start to tremor, the reservation in his arms and shoulders and stomach all begging to let loose, but he kept control, kept that same, perfect rhythm.

"Helion," she uttered in a helpless voice as she felt herself near her climax, "I'm so close. Don't stop."

She felt his stomach flex a little tighter and his arms pulse with energy as he ever-so-slightly increased his pace, grinding himself against her sensitive nub somehow perfectly as he thrust into her.

He let out a soft growl. "I'm not stopping 'til you come for me, baby," he purred in her ear, his hot breath somehow sending her nerves on an even higher alert. He planted a kiss under her earlobe, his tusks brushing her jaw. "Let go, love. Now." At that moment, he increased his speed, his hard length spearing her and hitting deep within her core, sending jolts of sheer pleasure into every nerve.

She felt herself rise to the point of no return then, taking in a deep breath and arching against him as he held her hands pinned and continued to drive into her, stimulating every area just right so that her orgasm nearly overrode all her senses, to the point of where her hearing was nothing but a mere, dull buzz. It was only until she began to ride it out after a few seconds that she realized she was moaning, loudly, body rigid in ecstasy. As her orgasm clamped down hardest at its peak, Helion finally let himself break as well, thrusting just a few more times before he spent himself within her, releasing a breathy groan.

They both lay there then with him collapsed above her, both trying to catch their breath, their bodies numb in satisfaction and heartbeats slowly returning back to normal.

Helion let out a quiet, content sigh, rolling over and pulling her with him so that she was lying face-down on his chest, her ear to his heart. He ran his fingers through her golden locks.

Lyella, though now she felt completely exhausted and entirely spent, refused to fall asleep, especially if it meant less time with Helion. Last time, he'd left in the morning, and she didn't want to take the chance again.

"Do you have to leave in the morning?" she asked him in a quiet, mumbly voice.

He took in a slow, deep breath, then let it out, licking his lips once before he spoke. "Not this time, not if you don't want me to."

"Good." she murmured against his chest, which rose and fell slightly with each breath he took.

He chuckled slightly. "I learned my lesson last time... Not gonna make the same mistake twice."

Lyella craned her head up to look at him, catching his gaze. He looked so content right now, happy even, all the stress lines having left his face in the low light of the room. "Learned your lesson? And what lesson might that be?"

"If you rescue an injured, malnourished woman from a Skettis encampment and she still finds the time to sleep with you in the same day, she's a keeper," he said, and Lyella could practically hear his grin.

She began giggling, and he wrapped his arms around her, sighing softly. The two of them lay there, falling asleep to the sound of each other's synchronized heartbeats, and Lyella smiled to herself as she heard a very faint snore make its way up from his chest. She curled up against him, tracing her fingers along the panes of his chest and arms until she too fell asleep in his arms.