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Who a King must do - Chapter 25 – Regretful Spirits
🕑 Added 2019-07-19 22:47:59 +0000 UTCTheir departure from Booty Bay as sudden as their arrival. As much as he would have loved to take his newly bred goblin with him, Anduin had to leave the baroness where she was so she could actually start the whole integration effort. He also left Aclysia with her, just to make sure she was that extra bit secure.
They returned to Stormwind by the night of the same day. The hulks speed was truly awe-inspiring and with its size and firepower, it would be a valuable asset in the next months. Only Mizzy was currently able to steer it, however, as the many measurements were enigmas to most. As such, it rested in the harbour and was basically delegated to be the High Kings personal vessel.
The engine itself, however, was approved to be built into future ships, of a smaller, more mass production friendly design. Once back in his court, Anduin put several actions into motion. The sending of a sizable marine force to Booty Bay, to once and for all destroy the Bloodsail menace and support Baela in her efforts to make the former pirate haven a province of the Alliance, first of all. Then, the start of subsidies to be sent to Booty Bay, so that they may expand through the rest of the Cape of Stranglethorne. The hostile Gurubashi trolls, twice smacked down for trying to abuse powers resting since the days of their empire, would have to cede the natural resources of the region. Too long had they been a threat to prosperity.
Time would tell how those efforts would go.
The rest of the navy had been informed, by magic or by messenger owl, of the successful elimination of the undead ships. Sadly, Jaina, Valeera, Vanessa, Tyrande, Maiev and Shandris were all still gone on their missions and it would take a bit for them to return. With Aclysia gone as well, many of his slaves were not there to keep his cock occupied during the long hours of administration. Thankfully, he still had three at home, so he wasn’t really lonely on his throne.
After a few hours of relaxation, the High King began his next mission: the elimination of Stonard. Xal’atath informed him that her most elite void priests had already departed before they had even set out on the Master’s Pride. They were to wait at Karazhan.
‘Might as well conduct our business there first, my master,’ the Old Goddess whispered to him as he soared through the sky on the back on griffon. She was the only one of his wives and slaves with him now, only a select few of his own bodyguards, knights, sentinels and watchers alike, accompanying him. For this mission, no large force was required.
‘As I understand it, our business there may very well take months,’ Anduin returned. ‘Was it not your goal to scour Karazhan’s depths for whatever secrets that still remain? Karazhan is deeper than any other place and holds more secrets than any other place.’
‘You speak true, my love,’ the black blade conceded. ‘But I hope that initial business may take no longer than a single day, if even that. I implore you, trust me on this. I know my nature gives you little reason too, but…’
‘Enough,’ Anduin interrupted her in a soft tone. ‘My trust in you is infallible, I can feel your love for me radiating like the Light itself has taken root in you. Your treacherous origins don’t matter to me. If you are so certain that we will find what we seek the most immediately, then I will oblige you.’
‘Thank you, my master,’ she sighed lustfully, the firmness of his decision and his grace reminding her why she felt like this in the first place.
Underneath them, the golden of the Elwynn autumn leaves soon made room for the gloomy dark of Duskwood. It was a cursed and blessed land. The portal to the Emerald Dream, hidden underneath the massive mountain of towering trees at the heart of the land kept even the leaves in an endless state of green. However, the dark energies that had seeped out from Karazhan during the First and Second war, had tainted the land. Undead roamed, unable to keep their peace in the soil, what was fertile soil returned only crops that were wrong in some ways and endless mists hung between the trees, keeping everything a depressive, dim light.
Still, the people living there refused to leave and Anduin planned to elevate them from their plight once he had an idea how. After the gloomy landscape came simple desolation. Deadwind Pass had next to nothing living in it, only a few hard grasses, ogres with no other home and Kirin Tor mages guarding Karazhan. With good reasons, as the mysterious tower had a nasty tendency to spit out evils unknown or long thought defeated at random times.
They landed quickly and were approached by Kirin Tor mages. They snapped back when Xal’atath manifested from the void, only sensing her outworldish power. Although after the initial shock came desire, as they looked at the void elf, her light, greyish blue skin revealed in its entirety, as the thin purple dress she wore only surrounded her like a thin veil. Large breasts, smooth skin, a plum ass, they were for all to see. Ignoring them, knowing only her master got to touch, the Old Goddess went to greet her followers, who had put up camp nearby. Meanwhile, Anduin quickly explained the situation to them.
Leaving in an appeased, but not exactly happy, mood, the Kirin Tor mages went back to their watching duties. Like anyone else from their order, they called Dalaran their home, a mostly human city currently neutral in the conflict between Horde and Alliance. This would have to change eventually; such a powerful force couldn’t be left flying around the place.
“Do you not wish to take them with you?” Xal’atath asked, waiting for Anduin at the immense towers entrance. Karazhan didn’t look like too much from the outside, a creepy building that was half-ruined at some parts, but the power it radiated was unmistakable. Under it flowed the second greatest bundle of leylines on Azeroth, only surpassed by the home of the blue dragon flight.
“I do not think I will need any help with you on my side,” Anduin had to laugh and point at her resting priesthood, “you seem to think the same, Atha.”
“No harm will come to us,” she confessed with a smug expression and they entered. Cobwebs and the sound of rusty doors squeaking were their first greeting. Everything around had the splendour of past glory to it, from the tiled floor to the paintings. It also seemed like there was much more inside than the tower should have been able to hold naturally.
“I must admit that I can feel nothing but the raw power,” Anduin said as they wandered deeper, ignoring the occasionally appearing phantoms, locked in endless dance. The mere presence of the High King expunged the delusionary undeath of many of them, finally bringing them to the afterlife. “This place is filled to the brim with arcane and fel, neither of which I understand particularly well.”
“I have my knowledge about the arcane,” Xal’atath hummed, gliding a hand over a painting, whose colours rippled like the surface of water at the touch, “but not much more than your precious first wife. Unsurprisingly, the Shadow is where I draw my greatest knowledge from. However,” the turned a corner and suddenly found themselves in a library, “our host will surely know more than either of us.”
Between rows upon rows of bookcases, stood many phantoms. All of them appeared the same, a translucent man in a red cowl, large golden pauldrons decorated with raven feathers. They grabbed physical books without a problem and began reading. Except the one closest to Anduin, who turned and revealed a tired, once handsome face under the hood, a pointy beard on his chin. “High King Anduin Llane Wrynn,” that phantom spoke and all others looked up.
“…Medivh?” Anduin wondered out loud. The Last Guardian had been sighted again and again since his apparent death before Anduin was even born.
“Perhaps,” another phantom answered. “One of us might be. It has been too long since I was able to give my shattered mind a definitive form.” A third phantom continued. “My history and my spirit are too entangled with Azeroth to ever truly let go of this world. Yet, what Sargeras did to my mind has damaged me even in undeath.” A fourth phantom suddenly appeared from a blind angle. “Many of these shards you see might not even be truly me, but Nathrezim taking my shape. High King, this is why your appearance here is necessary.”
“…I understand,” Anduin nodded and summoned the Holy Light a nova of golden light exploded from underneath his skin, passing through most objects and phantoms without hindrance. Yet, the very first phantom he spoke too, amongst many other, began to scream, the bright green of fel energy crackled out of eyes and mouth and moments thereafter they dispersed into swarms of bats that themselves disintegrated into gold glowing ash.
The remaining phantoms calmly put their books away and all walked into the one already close to Anduin. Melding together, individual accounts of knowledge, shattered from the greater whole, formed a single being once more. Medivh looked at his hand, still translucent but noticeably less so. “I have not been this complete since my time as the Prophet, I thank you, High King, even if this state is not to last. Sooner or later I will shatter again and with the Nathrezim around, I cannot possibly risk one of them infiltrating my erudite mind.”
“Yet, you seem like you have work for me, further, that you know me,” Anduin was confused by this. The Last Guardian had been a friend of his grandfather. Two generations lay between himself and the mightiest mage to ever walk Azeroth.
“I have foreseen your arrival, like I have had a lot of events revealed to me in my solitude here,” Medivh answered, stepping back into the library. “This is a timeline I thought impossible. Of the many that were revealed to me, one of ceaseless grinding of Alliance against Horde seemed much more likely. Who is now your first wife should have been leading a raid against Zandalar at this very moment. Yet, things have shifted. Down a path I find both amusing and hopeful. You may be the great uniter this world needs, High King, although your success is not guaranteed.” He pulled a book out seemingly at random and then returned with it. “That an Old God is enthralled by you is a very good sign, however.”
Anduin took the book, wrinkles forming on his forehead. The demonic runes that decorated the heavy leather binding only seemed menacing to him. “What is this?”
“A book about the summoning of many lustful demons,” the Last Guardian answered nonchalantly. “I don’t know what you will do with it, but it will find more usefulness with you than settling dust with incorporeal me.”
“Is that all you want me here for then?” Anduin was still confused.
“No, that is a simple gift from me,” Medivh returned with a chuckle. “There are things you must know that only I can tell you.”
Xal’atath sneered her way back into the conversation, “And you relied on my decision to come here as your means to deliver this message? No wonder you ever failed at all your duties.”
Medivh shrugged with a light smile. “You might say I relied on your decision. Personally, I would say that you shouldn’t be so arrogant to think no one else is able to manipulate things unseen. Greed is what brought you here, voidspawn, greed that I invoked by letting the leylines around this place glow like a lighthouse for the past weeks. I had no need to do much more.”
Narrowing her eyes, the Old Goddess crossed her arms impatiently. Anduin could feel her annoyance radiate. If Medivh spoke true or not didn’t really matter. Either her pride was hurt from being used as an unknown carrier pigeon or the idea to trick an Old God was deeply insulting. Anduin didn’t want to deal with this either way.
The easiest way to get Xal’atath to play along was to give her something else she wanted. As the High King dismissed the book into his personal void, he commanded, “Lean against that book case and push your ass out.” Voluntarily, but with one last glare towards the Last Guardian, the black blade obeyed. Whether their host minded or not didn’t really enter Anduin’s mind, he was too used to having public intercourse.
He threw the thin purple skirt of her satin dress up. With one hand he loosened his pants, with the other he slid a finger through her pussy. By the second time he had grinded through the soft meat of her outer lips, that finger was already glistening. “I am such a naughty slave, master,” she purred. “I am sorry.”
“I know that you are all manners of depraved,” Anduin grunted, his pants dropping to the floor. He stepped directly behind her and looked at her ass in all its blueish glory. The muscles were tense from the way she curved against the side of bookcase, yet the perfect levels of fat on it kept it in a bubbly shape.
He gave her left cheek a nice loud ‘SMACK’ feeling the satisfying impact reverberate in his arm. He did the same for the other side. Both times Xal’atath moaned, wiggling her ass. “More, master, punish me more,” she gasped having evenly forgotten about her ire and the one causing it, as only her love for her master mattered in any situation.
Anduin fulfilled her wish, continuing to spank her for almost a complete minute. The creepy sounds all throughout Karazhan were drowned out by moans and smacks, each time Xal’atath’s pussy turned wetter until several gooey strands were slowly dripping from her anticipatingly swollen cunt.
Then, he thrust inside her. A long gasp escaped her, followed by sharp yelps of delight as he thrust in a steady, casual rhythm. “What is it then that you need to tell me?” Anduin asked the Last Guardian, while fucking his third wife.
Medivh was only amused by this. When he had been alive, he had lived it up quite a bit himself. Granted, his partners had been rather average humans (aside from Garona Halforcen) and he hadn’t displayed the ability to make a woman howl within four seconds, but he was still familiar with the mindset. That howling was a bit in the way, however. “Could you silence her a little bit?” the phantom asked with a raised voice to overpower the moans.
“Certainly,” Anduin agreed and moved his hands from her hips to her throat. They tightened around her neck and all sounds were replaced with ecstatic choking. While he could have just commanded her to keep quiet, this was more fun for both of them. Xal’atath just loved when he did this to her and her tightening pussy made it clear that today was no different.
To make that position comfortable, he had to press her more closely to the bookshelf. Her ass was softer now, with less tension in her legs and spine. Anduin didn’t mind too much, a complete amount of jiggle was just as rewarding. Pussy juices dripped to the dusty floor as he fucked her with steady thrusts.
“Does this work for you, Medivh?” Anduin asked, nodding with utmost respect for the man.
“Yes,” the phantom returned the respectful nod. “There are two things I need to tell you. An advice and a favour…”
“I would like to hear the favour first,” the High King, listening very carefully. A being as strong as Medivh had its ways to ignore even the truth-forcing presence of Anduin’s might, so he had to rely on good old intuition to make sure he wasn’t being played for a fool.
Regret darted through the old prophet’s eyes as he spoke. “Duskwood… Deadwind Pass… the Swamp of Sorrows… the Blasted Lands…” With his fingers, the Last Guardian drew the shapes of the areas he named into the air, they stuck as lines in the air, the light purple of arcane power. “Names given to areas that were destroyed, tainted, by my actions.”
“Your actions as Sargeras controlled you,” Anduin offered some consolation.
Medivh could only smile wryly. “Yes… as I failed to even notice that I was being played by the Fallen Titan.” A moment of silence followed, the High King wasn’t sure if he was to say anything more. Shaking his head, Medivh continued, “My lament is something I can brood on without your presence, my apologies, High King. The favour I ask of you is to allow me to atone for one of my many misdeeds. What sinister energy was unleashed on those areas on the world could be drained from it. The forces feeding upon the blight in those lands could be driven out. Although Duskwood also houses… corruption of other kinds.”
Anduin was all ears for that suggestion. “What would you need?”
“Power,” Medivh answered. “Vast amounts of arcane power to pull the energy, nothing short of the greatest arch mages would suffice. That is still the easy part…” the Last Guardian sighed. “Although the demonic energies can be unbound by those mages, it would corrupt them to take control. A friendly army of demons would be needed to safely move it, concentrate it at a single spot. The drained fel would have to be bound somewhere, here, at the heart of the leylines. Karazhan will be able to contain a demonic beacon from affecting the surrounding lands. As long as it is condensed into something tangible, a focus of immense power…”
“So, you need an array of powerful mages, a vast amount of helping demons and a medium to bind the power in,” Anduin summarized and Medivh nodded. It sounded like raw lunacy, yet, the High King seriously considered it. To remove the blight upon these lands after so many years… so much living space would be created for the booming population of Stormwind and dangers would be removed.
Xal’atath felt the daring mind of her master put together a plan. It was raw lunacy to attempt and get these things. Not greater lunacy than making every last powerful female on the person the personal sex slave of the High King, however. The confidence in his own abilities, accompanied by not a spur of pride or arrogance, made the Old Goddess gasp with even greater desire to be possessed by this man.
With raw delight, she accepted his semen inside her when it suddenly pumped into her pussy. Light and Shadow ravaged her voidborne form in a series of harmonizing crackles as the two opposite forces somehow worked together to give birth to raw ecstasy. Her pussy gushed a black liquid, love juices that increased the lust in anyone touched by them. Yet, the High King only continued to move as before.
He already desired her to the maximum of potential. The Old Goddess climax only intensified as she realized this, two words pressing out past her tightened windpipe. “Love… master,” as she involuntarily shivered all over, letting her erudite mind drown in subservience to her man.
“I will try to get you what you need, Medivh,” Anduin promised as his scheming concluded with his orgasm. It had just been a casual one, barely impeding on his thought process, Xal’atath was still radiating raw thankfulness for being filed yet again. He loved pleasing them in this manner.
“Thank you,” was all Medivh had to say, the great Last Guardian bowing deep before the High King. “Thank you for enabling yet another step in my atonement.”
“Don’t thank me before the deed is done,” the High King warned. “I may yet fail.”
With a glance at the spasming Old Goddess, Medivh chuckled. “You have fulfilled many fates thought impossible already. I have confidence that you may somehow bring about this miracle as well.”
“I am honoured, Guardian of Tirisfal,” Anduin stated and, following a perverted impulse, pulled out of Xal’atath’s pussy only to impale her ass a moment later. Xal’atath’s long nails scratched audibly over the massive wood of the book case as her master’s size invaded her back entrance. She had been a bit of a butt slut before him, only keeping the hole around in her humanoid forms because she liked it, but thanks to him she felt almost as good with it as she did with her pussy.
Whatever hole he fucked delivered nothing but quick and satisfying orgasms and trembling legs anyhow. Her midnight blue hair shook with every thrust.
“Now,” Medivh continued. “For your information. Even after all this time I remain connected to the Dark Portal.” Anduin stopped moving and listened intently. That accursed portal had brought doom over Azeroth and Stormwind in particular numerous times. “I don’t know what exactly is happening but… we are once more connected to the Draenor of the other timeline. I feel no rising darkness from the other side, however, only… blinding Light.”
Anduin furrowed his eyebrows. “I have learned that the Light can be its own oppressive force if left unbalanced…” he mumbled, then resumed moving his hips. He was already planning to visit Fortress Nethergarde, so he may as well investigate this warning. “I will see what is happening in that realm.”
“Do this, High King,” Medivh nodded approvingly, then cleared his throat and continued in a much more casual manner. “Well, as long as I remain as one, I will see if I can’t pull some old tricks to see if incorporeal copulation isn’t a thing that can occur after all. No need to keep the unlive of my perished guests boring.”
Anduin wasn’t quite sure if he approved of that, but the Last Guardian had already teleported away before he could say anything else.
