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Who a King must do Chapter 28 – Fate in Twilight
🕑 Added 2019-09-06 09:46:38 +0000 UTC“Anduin… is all of this true?” Velen asked, the shock plain in his purple eyes. The High King had returned to Stormwind ahead a literal army of draenei slaves yesterday and immediately sent for the prophet. As the leader of the draenei on Azeroth, his alter-ego on Draenor having sacrificed himself to cleanse K’ara, the same Naaru who was now linked and enslaved to Anduin, the High King felt it necessary to have him there to help decide on the fate of these people.
“Yes,” Anduin confirmed one more time and let the old draenei sit down in one of the many chairs in the king’s personal chamber. The two of them were alone, even Xal’atath and K’ara weren’t around. Upon having heard that Xal’atath was heading the Shadow half of the church, K’ara had immediate taken residence in the opposite wing. The Old Goddess Shadow cult of free-use now had competition in K’ara’s Light cult of the perfect slave, where women submitted themselves and stayed celibate until they found a master the church approved of.
Their time there wasn’t pure just because they weren’t fucked by any masters. Aside from being schooled in the arts of housekeeping, from sewing to cooking, and finance, much of their day was dedicated to sex. Their pussy and ass were to remain untouched by seed, but they weren’t barred from giving blowjobs. As a matter of fact, they were encouraged to suck at least one cock a day to perfect their technique, while also publicly masturbating during the mess to show how sexy they were.
Outside of that, all of the girls in the program were training with each other. Strap-ons and dildos were used in mass during the free times, large lesbian orgies consuming most of the growing wing of the new grand cathedral. They were to be perfect for the studs they would eventually submit themselves to and part of that was to be extremely experienced in lovemaking.
The cult filled a niche in society previously uncovered and had garnered a lot of interest the moment after its announcement. Unsurprisingly, it found particularly many followers in the newly arrived draenei. Serving a Naaru was just what they knew and a nice anchor in this new and strange situation they found themselves in.
That aside, many women currently residing on Stormwind were pregnant or had already submitted themselves to a master, so they didn’t have a real chance to join that side of the church. Indulgence without strings on one side, absolute loyalty to one master on the other side of the new religion of Stormwind. Everyone was drowning in pleasure
Everyone but Prophet Velen, who was massaging his temples. “How did my people ever commit such atrocities? Did I not lead them well enough?”
“It seems your absence that was the problem,” Anduin tried to calm him down. “A large amount of Naaru landed on Draenor about two years before I arrived there. K’ara had already been guiding Yrel towards a more fanatical understanding of the Light and all of them then made it worse.”
“I…” Velen sighed deeply. “I truly should not be that surprised. I saw the tyrannical way the Prime Naaru Xe’ra acted on Argus with my own eyes. That the extreme of the Light, indeed fate itself, cannot be trusted is something I know thanks to Illidan Stormrage.”
The High King was relieved. He had feared his teacher would take the news much harder than he already had. Although Velen was shook, he would live with it and the consequences of the future.
“You were wise to remove them from draenei. Us and the orcs seem incapable of living side by side nowadays, whatever timeline, things just go bad eventually… Those Naaru you speak off, did you also bring them with you?”
“Yes,” Anduin answered, “they have transformed like K’ara did, although they seem weaker and they haven’t been marked by me.” This was probably because it was K’ara who had went to them, showed them the truth and how to change into flesh, rather than pulling directly from Anduin’s power. Regardless, they were all fiercely convinced that they had to atone. There were four of them, all female, and K’ara wished for them to be instructors in her new cult.
“I see… and you call me here then to advise you?”
“From another time or not, they are your people,” Anduin stated. “Their need for punishment is clear, but, aside from those two I have marked already, I have no intention of actually using them as sex slaves if they aren’t cut out for it. Being the builders of a new city for the draenei on Azeroth might be enough labour to make them pay for their sins. The orcs on Draenor have no need to know of any of this.”
“No, they do not… I will meditate on this, Anduin, please give me a few days.” After saying that, he rose and walked towards the exit, his staff clacking on the ground with every step. “…And may I take those draenei with me to the Exodar for those days?”
“Take as much time you need,” Anduin allowed.
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Anduin was holding two leashes. The one in the left was connecting to the collar around Maiev’s neck. Together with Tyrande and Shandris, both cum-stained, watching and masturbating from their position at the ends of the massive throne’s seating, the redhead night elf had returned to the capital during Anduin’s absence. Guiding a whole people from the Blasted Lands to Stormwind had taken quite a bit of time, after all.
Luckily organizing the way back had been affected by the rather absurd scaling between the two different timelines. The two weeks that Anduin had spent on Draenor, organizing the move of all the draenei on that world, hadn’t even been a day over in Azeroth. The portal had, hopefully forever, closed once they had all been through.
The leash in his right was hooked onto the collar of Yrel. The white-haired draenei was just as busy sucking Anduin’s cock as Maiev was. Directly to Anduins left and right were Xal’atath and K’ara. As per usual when he was sitting on his throne, he couldn’t go a second with breasts smothering his face and shoulders. Of course, he wasn’t complaining about that.
Instead, he was sucking on K’ara’s blue nipple. Just with his lips at first, then he rolled the hard protrusion between his teeth, leaving playful bitemark when he eventually let go. Yanking on Yrel’s leash, forcing her to stop sucking his cock for a moment and face him instead. “Look at you,” Anduin mocked her in his dominating fashion, “a once proud High Exarch, now amongst the lowest of my slaves. How do you feel, just there to squirm before me and serve my cock?”
“I love it, I love you, master,” Yrel gasped, her only concern being that Anduin might cum while she was talking. Maiev had immediately taken the opportunity, now deepthroating Anduin. The same enthusiasm she had once displayed in hunting criminals, she now displayed in making the High King cum as hard and as often as she could. “I will gladly serve you the rest of my life, as punishment for my crimes or not.”
Anduin grunted, both to show his dissatisfaction and because he was now filling Maiev’s stomach with his seed. The brown-skinned elf pressed her lips against the base of his cock upon feeling the first quiver. As cum spurted down her throat, her pussy gushed. At this hour of the day, the floor was already tainted with all kinds of love juices.
Yrel whimpered, her fear having come true, but had no time for recourse as Anduin slapped her across the face. As her head was forced to the side, she could feel a spike of pleasure. “You’re a depraved slut, that the Light ever thought you worthy is inconceivable,” his hard glare wandered over to K’ara, who visibly shivered.
“The Light’s judgement has been rather poor, my beloved husband,” the Naaru was quick to agree, feeling herself grow wetter with every second his intense, blue eyes were focused on her. “Although this is more reward than punishment, we happily submit ourselves to your superior will in order to control ourselves. Do with us as you wish, master. We are just-”
“Get on the floor,” the High King interrupted. Shutting her mouth like a good whore, Ka’ra obeyed in a hasty motion. She presented herself quickly, getting on all fours and pushing her ass out. Her tail quivered in anticipation for what may come next. “Yrel, get next to her,” Anduin added, while also gesturing for Maiev to climb on top of him.
“I thank the goddess,” Maiev mumbled with the taste of fresh cum still on her lips, “for this opportunity to ride your fat cock, master.” With those simple words, she slid down the enormous spear, letting it impale her tight pussy all the way to the womb. “Being fucked and bred by you is the greatest honour,” she gasped, wishing to be filled up as many times a day as was possible.
“Maybe Elune herself will want to one day,” Anduin joked, while Jaina appeared from one of the doors close to the throne. Her belly had swollen that little bit more, as had her tits, now noticeably larger than anybody else in the harem. They weren’t just decoratively larger.
Jaina spotted the empty spot on her husband’s left side and teleported over in the blink of an eye. Although her pregnancy was beginning to impact her ease of movement, her magic more than certainly made up for it. “A quiet day, I see,” she commented upon taking place on the comfortable leather.
“A day without dangers, but by no means a quiet day,” Anduin responded, surrounded by the sounds of masturbation or anticipation, in the case of the two draenei wiggling on all fours, waiting for their punishment. The High King pulled his beautiful queen into a sudden kiss. With every day that passed, Jaina seemed to regain more of her youth. Only her hair remained the same, silver with a streak of gold, no amount of time healing the residual damage from the mana bomb.
Such dark thoughts had no opportunity to manifest in their kiss though. Jaina’s lips tasted of honey and apples, remains of her breakfast no doubt, and the moment their mouths touched the heat of the High King immediately transferred to the naked arch mage. She moaned as their tongues whirled, her breathing accelerating, her body grinding against her master, who found much of his shoulder enveloped by her massive tits while he reached down between her legs. He found her trimmed pussy hair dry, but that changed almost as quick as Jaina’s skin flushed from a healthy pale tone to a moderate red.
“Anduin… please taste me,” Jaina gasped when there was a pause in her kiss, shifting in her position. While Anduin was still rubbing his first wife’s clit, mercilessly fingerbanging Xal’atath on the other side of his body, Jaina raised her bosom to his face. From her pretty pink nipple pearled a drop of a white liquid when she cupped her big boobs to hold them.
“It is always my pleasure,” Anduin responded, liking that singular drop off and then sucking on her nipple. Milk shot out, filling his tongue with a delightful taste that was incomparable with anything. Anduin guessed that this must have been what ambrosia tasted like, faintly sweet and fulfilling. Although too early for a normal pregnancy, Jaina had recently started producing breast milk. It was hardly the only unusual thing that happened around Anduin and nothing had been found wrong with Jaina, quite the contrary, she was healthier than ever before.
Much like Anduin’s seed, it seemed that Jaina’s milk could come endlessly. As such, this change was probably in reaction to the massive amount of magical semen pumped into her on a regular basis. As long as it wasn’t harmful and the only drawback it had was that Jaina had to be careful to not knock things over when bending forwards, he did not care whatsoever.
“Yes, drink from me,” Jaina gasped, her pussy gushing fervently with every gulp her master took. Her nipples had become immensely more sensitive since this development. They were almost on the level of her clitoris when they became fully erect. “Drink from this perverted cow, masterrrr,” she felt her orgasm loom.
As did Anduin. At first it had felt a bit weird to drink from her tits like an infant, but taste and her erotic reactions had soon eradicated all second guesses. Now he could only bask in the glory of it all. He drew small circles around her nipple with his tongue to tease out yet more of the delicious liquid. One more nourishing squirt and Jaina shouted her delight as it pushed her over the edge.
Anduin felt his balls tighten at the same moment, his seed shot upwards through his shaft and into Maiev. The masochistic Warden tensed for just a moment, the intense climax of feeling his hot load inside her ravaging her being, but continued to bounce on his dick even as her body protested, wanting to do nothing more than become rigid with ecstasy.
‘No pleasure is more important than Anduin’s,’ Maiev thought as she felt her womb being painted white. Although she acted on that thought, milking her master with her quivering quim, while riding him, it would have been wrong to say that she wasn’t the happiest she had ever been in her life. Fulfilled completely sexually, in charge of a fair portion of a night elf society that was feeling their goddess’ blessing stronger than ever before, and with the prospect of her own family, something she had never known she wanted, clear in her seeded belly and the other slaves surrounding her, the Warden could only equally scold and compliment herself. Scolding for how bitter she had been all these years, but compliments for the fact that she had been enslaved by no one else before the perfect master came along.
A particularly large, hot spurt of Anduin’s semen into her waiting womb finally caused the redheaded elf to cease in her forceful motions. Too intense was the ecstasy of being creampied, no matter the amount of times she felt it. Arching backwards, barely able to feel her legs (or anything else of her body, really) through the constant pleasure crackling through her body, she didn’t notice how dangerously far backwards she tilted.
Had Anduin not still held her leash, she may have fallen. Almost effortlessly, however, the High King managed to hold her, the arm around Jaina tensing slightly as the leather rope became taut from the weight. With one yanking, he caused Maiev to fall against his chest. Her athletic body was covered in sweat, her light-brown skin glistening, her moderate breasts squished on Anduin’s firm muscles.
“You have been good, trying to ride me as long as you could, Maiev, and a good girl deserves a reward,” the High King stated, surrounded by post-orgasmic women of vastly different backgrounds, all hanging on his lips as if he was spouting the sweetest poems ever heard.
He nodded towards Jaina, whose giant breasts had not shrunk a bit despite the massive amounts of milk Anduin had drained from her. They looked equally appealing, perfectly symmetrical, as she continued to support them with her hands. In accordance to her husband’s wishes, she turned her upper body slightly, offering her left nipple to Maiev’s cum-stained lips. The masochistic Warden couldn’t believe her luck, to be rewarded in such a manner was perfection.
Especially when it came along her ass being slapped by two hands simultaneously. Dropping the leashes, the High King grabbed Maiev’s firm ass and kneaded the cheeks as he thrust into her from below. Maiev’s silver glowing eyes rolled up in her skull as she continued sucking the milk out of Jaina. The tight folds of her pussy were gripping onto Anduin’s entire length, trying their best to give the Warden another fill of the perfect man’s semen.
Jaina was gasping. Even just one pair of lips on a nipple was enough to cause her to shiver with ecstasy. To Anduin’s right, Xal’atath had largely recovered from her orgasm. With her master’s hands otherwise occupied, she had to help herself to more pleasure. Touching herself was beneath her, outside of trying to give her husband a stimulating sight, so she turned to the two slaves that had done nothing but watch this entire time. “Shandris, be a dear and serve,” the Old Goddess demanding tone rung out while she repositioned herself, leaning against her husband’s shoulder and spreading her purple pussy lips with one hand.
“Of course, my queen,” the sentinel general obeyed immediately, eager to do anything that brought her physically closer to Anduin. Crawling towards Xal’atath on all fours, over the length of the throne’s curved seating, Shandris soon found herself enveloped by the voidborne’s thighs, tongue dipping deep into the cunt.
On the other side, Tyrande didn’t want to be left out and took the little liberty to move on her own. Although a slave, the High Priestess of Elune did still have her own wants she often put through. In this case, to sink her own tongue into Jaina’s cunt, so eagerly presented along her lustfully pushed out ass.
As Jaina’s moans intensified, to be muffled only when the High King kissed her, Xal’atath posed a question. “What do you plan to do with them?” she asked, resting the back of her head on Anduin’s shoulder. The question was in obvious regard to the two draenei, still on the floor.
Still awaiting their punishment, Yrel and K’ara were the very definition of bitches in heat. On knees and hands, tails raised, their mouths wide open, tongue hanging out as they panted audibly, longing sighs and groans, they only allowed themselves rare glances over their shoulders as they were otherwise staring towards the court.
Which stared back, dozen of eyes watching what the king was doing while they received handjobs, had their cocks sucked or their pussies eaten by the sex slaves or fellow nobles. More submissively minded nobles loved to take a place under the table. They loved to be degraded in the act, but still have power anywhere else in life. The clear majority of them were, unsurprisingly, women. Like the blonde, busty baroness that was currently being facefucked by a lesser lord that was so far under her own rank that she could have bought his entire holdings and barely even felt the cut in her savings. Yet still, she went cross-eyes as he threw degrading words at her, between having a business discussion with some fellow lords, his cock slamming down her throat over and over again, only to eventually fill her belly up with his seed.
Similar scenes played out everywhere, as the court fucked and governed at the same time. One would have thought all of these distractions would have caused things to run inefficiently. However, the opposite was the case. With all of their urges satisfied all the time and a clear purpose to put the needs of Stormwind above their own when any matter required immediate attention, the government had never been less corrupt and ran more smoothly at the same time.
Yrel and K’ara were stuck between watching that endless debauchery of human supremacy and their master, the greatest of all humans, make multiple woman cum repeatedly without getting out of his seat. Alone his dominating presence was alone to make them a bit wet, but with the attention of the perverted court and the punishment at the hand of the perfect man, their pussies were overflowing with desire.
They needed something. Their own fingers, another woman’s subtle touch, a tongue in their pussies, a cock up the ass, they would be happy with as little as a kiss, as long as they got to feeling anything but this torturous anticipation.
Anduin knew that. Which was why he didn’t answer immediately, instead letting them squirm and stew in their needs. Their stretched out, firm asses wiggled ever so slightly, an unconscious motion, their bodies trying to entice their master to fill them with cum again and again. While they were pregnant, purely for the sake of lust, and once their wombs were ready again, they especially needed to be bred.
It was a desire Anduin eventually had to cave to.
“They will be punished as I said they would be punished, taking whatever of my desires I want them to and satisfying them,” the High King stated. Slowing down, Maiev anticipated he would want to pull down. Forcing her to resume her movements with his strong hands on her ass, he gave her a couple of spanks as he continued. “Even you are more worthy of my cock than those two are, Maiev, continue riding me.”
“Yeeessshhh, massshtaaaah,” she slurred as every reverberating slap on her jiggling ass made her cum a little bit. Her stretched out tongue and rolled back eyes quivered as her legs moved along in as much as a rhythm as she could imagine. On the ground, the draenei’s desperate panting for cock continued with a hopeless whimper. They too had anticipated Anduin to squat down on their dick-craving cunts.
Indeed, Anduin wanted to feel more ecstasy, he wanted to ram inside them. At the same time, Maiev was doing her job as a fuckable piece of meat perfectly right now, forcing her convulsing body along, through orgasms and screams. For every other man, the want to fuck all three of them, indeed every last woman around him on the throne, at once would have been a limiting factor. To Anduin, it was a mere inconvenience.
His eyes flashed with the purple of Void magic and a moment later, numerous tentacles sprouted from every surface of the throne, reaching out of small portal from the dimension of darkness. Their arrival was pure delight for all of the slaves, as the smooth, slippery surfaces tendrils were the closest thing to a replacement of their master’s cock that existed.
Jaina, Tyrande, Xal’atath and Shandris, they were raised slightly in the air by thick tentacles, wrapping around waists and limbs, more of them soon penetrating pussy and assholes, causing everyone to let out a collective shriek of pleasure. The two queens and Tyrande also had their mouths filled. Shandris had to continue licking her superior’s pussy, specifically the clit, something the High Priestess normally would have had to also share in, but the fact that Jaina was positioned with her chest towards Anduin made this impossible.
More specialized, thinner tentacles slithered around the large breasts of Anduin’s queens. For Xal’atath, it was just the mere wish of the High King to feel some of their squishiness, bring yet more ecstasy to his beloved slaves, the little tendrils massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples. He guided yet another tentacle to wrap around her neck and constrict, immediately causing the Old Goddess to tense up, squirting all over Shandris’ face as her eyes rolled upwards. Choking remained the kink the void elf lookalike loved the most.
On Anduin’s other side, there was an additional reason for assaulting Jaina’s breasts. With every pump of the tentacles, their expanded glory swung up and down. Regardless, he caught one of the pretty pink nipples and sucked at the same time as the tentacles constricted. The wondrous taste of her milk shot into his mouth just as his first queen’s spine curved as much as her confinement allowed, his greedy act having caused her own mind-shattering orgasm amongst the triple penetration of her fuckable holes.
Anduin himself basked in an absolute sea of pleasure. Every single tentacle, unless he willed otherwise, sent the pleasure it perceived back to him. Despite this, he remained collective, the High King being the master of his pleasure, not the other way around. If they really tried, his slaves would have also been able to weather this storm through sheer willpower, but at the hands of the greatest man alive, they had no reason to.
Inviting himself in, he spread the buttcheeks of Maiev, a particularly girthy tentacle seamlessly parting her sphincter. All the formerly so stubborn Warden could do was scream loud enough for the entire court to stop talking for a moment, her expression already one of raw ecstasy, beads of sweat rolling down her brown skin.
Then, finally, Anduin turned his mind’s attention to the draenei on the floor. Using one tentacle as his visor, through which to follow the scene, his actual eyes were glued to the heaving breasts from which he drank, he controlled the tentacles. Basically extensions of himself, all movements came naturally.
Yrel and K’ara both gasped in delight, uncaring that it was a spell by the Shadow, when the tentacles touched them. They felt the presence of their master within those slimy, smooth appendages, couldn’t help but perversely greed after the cock-like, engorged heads many of them sported.
However, those tentacles, for the moment, stayed away from them. Instead rather normal looking ones, with pointy tips good for nothing but making their way around surfaces, wrapped themselves around them. They didn’t struggle in any capacity, the mere second-hand touch of Anduin by his magic was enough to push the two slaves to the edge of orgasm.
Their arms were forced behind their backs, bound together at an uncomfortable, almost painful angle. Tentacles around neck and waist raised them, choking them with the weight of their bodies while presenting them to the court at large. Their hooved legs were angled until it looked like they were squatting in the air, wide-open legged, juices dripping from their cunts with each passing second.
Finally, then they felt the meaty tentacles grind against their awaiting holes. “Yesssshhh,” K’ara exclaimed, past her lolling out tongue, her golden hair swaying as she did her best to grind against the teasing appendage. Something that Anduin immediately punished (or rewarded) by having another tentacle whip her across the ass.
“This is part of your atonement,” Anduin declared. “What kind of twisted being are you that you want it so badly?”
“Your toy,” K’ara gasped, unable to stop herself from wiggling her hips in the limited capacity the strangulating grip of the tentacles allowed her. Next to her in the air, Yrel had begun mimicking the motion.
“Yes, master, we are your twisted little toys,” the previously pure paladin perversely purred her agreement. “Our atonement is to be your sla-ah-vesss. Even though our regret runs deep, now that you have opened our eyes, we can’t help but feel… to feel…” she moaned, her pussy gushing a little, as her anticipation almost caused her to cum. This humiliation made her too damn horny.
K’ara continued seamlessly, the fallen Naaru knowing exactly what her fellow sex slave was thinking. “…to feel raw delight at your domination, my king,” she gasped, her tone a pitch higher than usual. Between every sentence, she had to take a break to pant and keep her eyes focused on what little of her master she could see in that writhing mound of orgasming females on the throne. “Please, we regret, so use us in whatever way you want! Whatever pleases you, we are your toys, your twisted sex slaves, abuse us, breed us, just never forsake us and keep showing us the way!”
Giving it a slight nod, Anduin responded, “As you wish, then, you twisted, masochistic toys of mine.” With that, the tentacles penetrated their lower holes, swiftly. All words were gone, all pledges of allegiance and promises of regret eliminated by a flash of white. Time seemingly stood still for K’ara and Yrel, a moment where they felt nothing.
Then every single nerve inside them lit up with sexual fire. They could not but orgasm immediately, a dumb-fucked expression on their faces, squirting harder than any other of the girls had today, and experiencing yet another height of pleasure at the hands of the High King as the tentacles pumped cum inside them at the same moment. Although itself unable to impregnate (not that any of the slaves present needed that anymore) the cum squirting out was a pure cocktail of their master’s magics, second only to the seed pumping into Maiev.
And along with them came everyone else. Semen flooded the anuses and pussies of every last girl, splurged down the throats of the lucky few getting facefucked by tentacles. Anduin could feel every last fold and tongue, milking his numerous extensions while his own balls pulsated. Rather than being paralyzed, the High King was motivated by this pleasure to thrust harder and faster into the slave he was directly inside.
Maiev’s screams were dominated by repeated stutters, coming along every time her master slammed into her from below. Moving ever quicker, Anduin soon couldn’t remain seated anymore, lifting the redheaded nightelf up as he fucked her into a standing position, her dangling legs instinctively closing behind his hips.
Anduin’s lips ravaged her neck, covered her in lovebites, while every thrust came along with another massive spurt of cum. The scene, the moans, they prolonged his ecstasy for far longer than any other mortal man (or even god) could hope to remain at the height of their climax. His bottomless balls continued to fill up Maiev’s until her belly began to swell. A visible bulge, rivalling Jaina’s baby bump, born only from the amount of cum inside her.
While Maiev noticed this stretching of her flat stomach, her mind was locked in a perpetual cycle of, ‘Thank you, master! Thank you, master! Thank you, master!’ repeating with every last drop of semen spilled inside her. A thought that every other girl mimicked as they were filled up and covered in semen, tentacles nearby shooting the thick white liquid all over them.
That wave of orgasms was, of course, far from the last one that Anduin intended to give to them. When he was about to start moving again, something else forcibly drew his attention. Someone else, to be exact, one of the many castle guards. He stormed into the room, shouting “High King, please, you must come see this!” causing the court and all lewd ongoings to come to a confused halt. The tentacles vanished and the harem gathered themselves in a matter of seconds, despite the overwhelmed state their bodies had been in. A rush of adrenaline in response to any threat towards themselves, their master and their unborn children managed to straighten out even the most depraved states of mind.
The guard’s agitation was odd. If there had been real danger, the alarms would have been rung all over the castle. At the same time, whatever he knew, must have been such clear and public knowledge that there was no need to be secretive in any way. As a palace guard, this man was only one step below the high discipline required from the king’s guard. In other words, he would have known better than just scream out anything but the obvious.
A set of fine clothes appeared around Anduin. Within moments, all of his girls were clad in their own gear as well, be it Xal’atath thin dress or Maiev’s heavy armour. This came either at the hands of their own skills or from Anduin, the High King having mastered the spell, to hide things in the void and pull them back out, to the necessary degree.
It did not, however, clean them up in any capacity. Something that made their looks pretty messy pretty fast, as cloth was drenched and naked skin, along with hair, remained visibly stained with semen. None of them minded, however, being marked by Anduin in such a way was an honour.
“Show me, then,” Anduin declared and marched ahead. Not only his slaves followed him, but much of the court was caught up in the motion. All of them wondering what was going on. Most of them had to wait, eventually, as Anduin was led up one of the watchtowers, the flight of stairs too narrow for many people to come up. What he saw up there had him relax immensely and he returned downstairs with a smile. “It is of no concern,” he assured everyone. “Big news, but no bad ones. Follow me to the harbour if you want to see for yourself.”
Everyone did, but most people had to get their clothes. It was a cloudy day, typical autumn, with the occasional shower prattling on the cobblestone covered streets of Stormwind, many of them decorated with fallen leaves, golden and red. Inside, everyone was nude, the heat of other bodies and a cosy fireplace usually enough to remain comfortable, but the city itself was impossible to enjoy nakedly now.
Which was also why the streets were normally empty, as the people’s favourite pastime, orgies and sex in general, had all moved behind closed doors. Right now, however, Anduin’s procession was only amongst the earlier people filling the street, all in a steady stream westward, towards the water.
Once through the wall that separated the harbour from the proper city, standing atop the massive stone plaza that was connected to the docks below through gargantuan stairs down the straight cliff, Anduin saw again what he had seen from atop the tower.
In the distance, partly still hidden by clouds, flew two constructs of crystal, magic and metal. One was about as large as an entire district of Stormwind, perhaps even bigger. Purple crystalline structures grew from the blueish pale metal like the stingers of a porcupine, glowing as they continued to accelerate the spaceship forwards. Next to it was, almost insignificant by comparison, ship that was closer in size to the Master’s Pride, Anduins new flagship. It had a more pleasing shape, almost elliptic, with massive crystals growing out of its top and bottom in an ordered layout. A singular, even bigger one, pointed ahead.
The city-sized ship was the Exodar, the home ship of the draenei, on which they had crash-landed on Azeroth, while the smaller one appeared to be the Vindicaar, a proper warship, forged to fight the Legion and having done a great job at it, having been the base of all operations during the Argus campaign.
Yet, it was different.
The formerly radiant gold of the ship had changed. Where the Light had dominated before, a clear influence of the Shadow had taken root. The tips of crystals were black, blurring into a deep purple,then pink towards the main body of the ship. A heart of gold framed by necessary darkness, is how Anduin saw this ship.
Both of them came towards Stormwind at a pace that seemed crawling to the naked eye, but was absurd when taking into context the size of these things. From first hand experiences, Anduin knew that the Vindicaar was able to travel much, much faster even. He was surprised to see it here in the first place. Last he had been informed, the remains of the Army of the Light had taken it to continue they war against the scrambled forces of the Burning Legion. Sargeras or not, demons were still interested in pillaging the endless worlds in the Great Dark, so he had approved of that, even though the ship would have been a mighty weapon in this war.
A weapon that, apparently, the Alliance would now be given, if Anduin read the situation correctly.
The Exodar took a slight turn south, manoeuvring itself into a position to land. A couple of crystals fell off into the water, not too far off Lion’s Rest. Anduin followed that with some worry, as the behemoth of a ship turned in the air to orient its main entrance towards an available bit of land in the Harbour.
It was a process Anduin couldn’t follow with all of his attention, as he instead looked towards the Vindicaar, heading directly for him and the crowd. With perfect precision, the warship halted a few metres off the cliff, the magical engines continuously humming with power as the Vindicaar hovered in the air. Draenei became visible aboard the ship, working with some sort of contraption. Some of them, as Anduin quickly noted, were scantily clad in tightly sitting materials that left nothing to the imagination, a harsh break from the so heavily ornamented armours the blue-skinned race usually wore.
A bridge of magic appeared between the ship and the ground, sparkling with gold and dark purple. The first to cross it was Velen himself. Much like the Vindicaar, Anduin had some trouble recognizing his mentor in the draenei that walked towards him.
The ancient man had shaved off his beard, leaving only four tentacles dangling from his chin. Formerly bushy, long eyebrows had been shortened to a sensible length, their colour changed from pure white to dark grey. Just one indication, a much smaller one compared to the greatly reduced number of wrinkles on the Prophet’s face, that he had been rejuvenated.
“Anduin,” Velen greeted, his voice the same as ever. Old and wise, but, for the first time since Anduin knew the man, satisfied rather than filled with hopeful melancholy. The robe and staff he wore were also the same as ever, so there was no doubt about it. No matter the changes, this was still the High King’s mentor.
“Velen,” the monarch opened his arms for a friendly embrace and the Prophet bowed down with hesitation. They embraced each other as friends on a shared path. “I take it your decision has been made then?”
“I have indeed made it,” Velen confirmed and quickly recounted how it came to this. “Once we had returned to the Exodar, I spent a long time listening to the draenei of the alternative timeline. I found out how it had come to this in all details, every experience along the way. Some had me sympathize, others had me shudder in disgust, but all of them made it clear that my people had run from the darkness for too long and, in the process, mistook the light that guided us for the only salvation. We were blind and deaf for other visions of the future and so had I been. Inspired by your success in balancing the two primordial forces of our world, I took to my chambers and attempted to see more than what the Light wanted to show me.”
His words were temporarily disrupted by the sound of water being parted under the Exodar’s size. Large waves were created in the process, hitting the harbour and partially rolling onto land. Not at any too worrying degree, the people worked on the docks had already retreated to higher ground, so all that was lost were some barrels of fish and some minor equipment not properly secured along the shore.
Velen looked towards the Exodar with some level of nostalgia in his eyes. “This will be the last time the Exodar flies. We thought we had properly repaired the engine, but the way over here has shown that we merely stitched it back together for one more service.”
Anduin was surprised to hear that news, especially as the final resting place of the ship carried great connotations. “What did your meditations reveal then, Velen?” he asked, eager to learn the full picture.
“That the future has been put into turmoil by your actions, king Anduin,” the Prophet responded. “That nothing makes sense anymore. Light and Shadow exist side by side in the presence of your will. Forces thought to be untameable unify under your banner, under your might. I had once seen you rid the world of the Shadow. Now I realize that it would have been an empty world had you succeeded, devoid of all struggles and frozen in perpetual perfection. With that revelation, I spoke to my people, and we all, together made the choice.”
Velen kneeled down before Anduin, as did all the draenei that had followed him onto land. Exarchs, warriors, engineers and, from the looks of them, slaves, they all kneeled together with their leader.
“The draenei once more pledge themselves to the Alliance and subjugate ourselves to the humans,” he swore. “Those from the alternative timeline will be put back under your service as warriors and sex slaves as you first suggested. Of those of us who already were on this world, the choice is theirs, but I can tell you that their interest does not differ greatly.”
“You do not have to do this,” Anduin assured, overwhelmed by the sacrifice before his eyes. “Your people have not done anything wrong, there is no need for you be anything but equal to the human’s of Stormwind.”
“No need, yes, there are many reasons, however,” Velen disagreed and lowered his head. “Understand that I have seen it. In visions from the Light, from the Shadow and in my own heart, that it will be you and your people that will lead us all into the greatest age the universe has ever seen, to last for an eternity. I trust you, Anduin, to do the right thing with your new subjects. Everyone of us has decided on a new role in serving your people, be it through pleasures, work, war or words. I trust you to not misuse our capabilities.”
Anduin lowered his own head as he gracefully accepted this new burden. “Of course not, my mentor.”
