Hedonistic Heroism Chapter Eight

Hedonistic Heroism

Chapter Eight

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Andraste

The Broken Isles were beautiful, lush and varied and sprawling. Even the ruins that dotted them did little to detract from their beauty, actually enhancing it in many ways. Adding to the ancient mystique, the mythical feel of the entire place. Of course, it only looked like this because the Nightborne were currently burying their head in their arcwine and pretending that the rest of Azeroth didn’t exist, which would have guaranteed their eventual enforced submission to the Burning Legion and the death of many amongst their number.

Fortunately, nearly half-a-century before that particular series of events could take place, I would be ever-so-deftly intervening by taking ownership of what seemed like half of Azeroth’s prime female population, quite a few of the males (who either wouldn’t be male for long, or would find themselves on the next ship out, as the saying went), and a handful of people that weren’t from Azeroth at all. Sidestepping, short-circuiting, or otherwise throw the mother of all monkey wrenches into not just the unsavoury fate of the Nightborne, but the majority of the Legion’s plans across multiple dimensions.

Then I would set about building a multi-global political entity, which is to say an empire, that would be more than capable of not just fending off the Burning Legion, but wiping them from the stars entirely. That, however, was for the future. For the moment, my concern was meeting with Senegos and using him to blunt Malygos’ madness and the growing concern that my actions were engendering amongst the dragonflights. After all, I could hardly be some sort of existential threat to Azeroth if I was generously helping to reunite the shattered Blue Dragonflight with one another and laying waste to the Scourge!

That wasn’t even a lie, really, depending on how one defined ‘existential threat’. A threat to a long-standing status quo, probably. A threat to certain laws and cultural ideals about what was considered decent behavior in public, most likely. A threat to the chastity and sexual innocence of certain people on Azeroth, well, that was a true guarantee. But I wasn’t something like Deathwing or Kil’jaeden. I didn’t want to kill or devour Azeroth, I just wanted to corrupt and dominate and have lots and lots of extremely fun, sweaty, fetish-filled sex with Azeroth.

It was totally different, damnit! I was a hero, thank you very much!

At any rate, the trip to the Broken Isles hadn’t taken long, regrettably, and I had only been able to make Tyrygosa come three times once she had swallowed that draconic pride of hers and begged me to allow her to do so. And she had begged ever so sweetly. My clit throbbed at the memory, and my arms tightened around her drowsy, sex-addled body again as I buried my face back in her neck and inhaled deeply the delicious scent of her submission and adoration for me.

Stellagosa, likewise, smelled incredible. As desperate as Tyri was sated, Stella had probably left a stream of dragon-girl-cum all the way from Lordaeron to here, and there had been a few times where I was sure that she was going to create a magic cushion for us to ride on instead just so I would fuck her, but she stuck to her duty of carrying us across the sea. She was such a good girl already, with hardly any training on my part. I really would have to reward her handsomely, probably by capturing and fucking her first. Hells, I would breed her if I could, but the power my two dragonesses wielded was to great to have them on the sidelines with a swelling belly this early in the game.

God, it was tempting though.

“We’re nearly there, Mistress. Grandfather will be thrilled to meet both of you, as will the rest of our brood.” Stella rumbled beneath me, and I pinched Tyri’s nipple to bring her out of her sensual doze. She yipped and writhed against me ever-so-deliciously, the scent of her desire sharpening again as her libido, and refractory period, woke with her.

“Are you sure about that, Stella? I am a member of the Black Dragonflight, after all. Your grandfather would understandably want nothing to do with me. In fact, I would neither be surprised to feel it unjustified if he launched an attack against me, especially since we will be arriving in the midst of your nesting grounds.” I asked, genuinely concerned. While I could quite easily defeat the ancient male, even if he wasn’t as old and worn out as he would have been during the events of the Legion expansion, I had no interest in making any enemy out of him. Quite the opposite, actually, not to mention the collateral damage that was sure to ensue from our duel if one broke out!

“No!/I won’t let him!” the two Blue Princesses cried out in protest at the same time, each as fiercely as the other, and Stella continued quite firmly. “He won’t attack if you don’t threaten our brood, Mistress. Grandfather is old, very old, and wise. He knows that not the whole of the Black Dragonflight followed your father into madness, and even if he thought otherwise, surely with Tyrigosa and I standing at your side he would realize that you are not like the rest.”

“My cousin is right, Mistress. Father often spoke of my elder brother, wishing to still have Senegos at his side, advising him. He was, is, one of the wisest and most patient of our kind, and often was even invited to advise the whole of the Aspect Council itself. Absent violence or imminent threat to his descendants, he will hear us out.” Tyri agreed, just as firmly, and I could tell that she was excited at the prospect of meeting her brother at long last. Understandably so, of course, she hadn’t been old enough to remember much of anyone or anything when Deathwing had killed her mother, along with most of her Dragonflight.

“Very well, I will place my faith in the two of you and your estimations of him, then.” I acquiesced, smiling as both preened immediately at my expression of trust in their judgment. We crossed another set of wards, and my nose twitched as it was filled with the scent of dragons and magic. Pure, undiluted magic, and I looked down to see the literal pools of mana beneath us. There was enough raw power here that even a Garlean would find themselves able to use magic, and I didn’t even try to restrain a grin at the thought. A grin that broadened as the fey dragons and whelps that had been capering and playing in the pools spotted us and began to chase, crying Stellagosa’s name in excitement as they rushed and tumbled through the air.

We were swarmed the instant we landed, Tyrigosa in particular drawing immense attention as we dismounted so that Stella could return to her mortal form, the young dragonlings fascinated by this person that felt so similar to their own family, but whom they had never met before. Their excited voices washed over us, words chaotic and rushing haphazardly like a mountain stream after a storm, as they blurted out every question that came to their young, curious minds. Much to my amusement and delight, and the embarrassment of my companions, more than a few commented on the strange smells that were wafting off of all three of us. Blushing brightly and stumbling over her words, Stellagosa had tried to shoo them off with a rambling ‘explanation’ that amounted to a whole lot of nothing and fooled absolutely no one while Tyri had tried very hard to hide behind her long, luxurious chocolate locks.

“Alright, little ones, we need to talk to Senegos. Go back to playing in the pools for now, you can play with Stella and Tyri and I later, alright?” I said finally, clapping my hands lightly, feeling very much like a preschool teacher in the effort. There was a chorus of groans and complaints aplenty, of course, but they obeyed all the same, returning to their previous games and pleasures and forgetting us entirely almost immediately. I shook my head, as amused as I was amazed by the simple existence that children, of any species apparently, enjoyed. And why wouldn’t they know little more than such things? They were deep in a seat of power that very few creatures on Azeroth, never mind the Broken Isles, would be able to penetrate. The wards and protections around the Repose were not weakened by another half-century of neglect and siphoning from mana-starved Withered, the Legion wasn’t pouring out of the Tomb of Sargeras, and events like the Cataclysm (which had doubtless had no small effect in canon) hadn’t happened yet, and wouldn’t for decades yet.

“Come, Mistress. Grandfather doubtless knows that we’re here.” Stella’s voice drew me from my thoughts, and I nodded in agreement, falling into step behind her with Tyri as she set off. There were greetings aplenty from other members of the Azurewing, and it was obvious to me that we would have been stopped a dozen times over if it were not for the way Stellagosa, through her brief replies and determined stride, radiated ‘on an important mission’ for anyone with the sense God gave a walnut to recognize.

I spent the trip, short though it ended up being, admiring my surroundings. The game hadn’t done the Repose justice, of course, given the limitations not just of video games in general, but World of Warcrafts somewhat-aged engine and…somewhat cartoonish art style. It was magnificent, with regular old grass interspersed by radiant, shimmering, mana-infused flowers. The very ground seethed with magic, sharp-edged runes and elegantly curved patterns and inscriptions endlessly bleeding white-blue light into the air around us.

Of course, the deeper we went, the more…evolvedthings became. The grass shifted from green through the shades towards violet, the trees and mosses and flowers became more vibrant, more riotous in color, more unique and mystical in shape. The runic arrays more extensive and more complex. The taste and feel of magic in the air become almost tangible, so all encompassing that it filled my entire being, both physical and not. I had thought I had tasted magic, had felt the all-encompassing embrace of its power, when I had arrived on this world and grown use to my new senses.

I had not. Compared to the well-spring of pure powerthat radiated from just ahead of us, what I had felt was a match before the forge. I shook my head in awe, both at the gathered energy and at the might of the wards that had so flawlessly and completely shielded it from my senses until we were quite literally on top of it. I had known, intellectually, that the Blue Dragonflight were the Guardians of Magic for all of Azeroth, that they possessed knowledge of the arcane arts that no other entities in existence could hope to match, save perhaps the Titans themselves. I had known that Malygos, should he desire, was more than capable of obliterating the planet far more quickly than Deathwing could even dream. I had known all of that, but I hadn’t known. I hadn’t understood it.

I did now, as we turned the corner and found ourselves standing before vast pool of pure, undiluted, liquid mana, in which rested an enormous male dragon. Adult dragons, in the game, had all been much the same size to each other, but in reality Senegos was probably twice the size of my two Blue Princesses, perhaps more, and though he was old the presence he was radiating made me question my earlier assertion that I could easily defeat him.

Obviously, with all my buffs, my Heritage, and the might of the Warrior of Light, I could destroy anything on Azeroth. That was a factual statement, and yet somehow I wasn’t feeling to confident in just how quick or painless a process it would be.

“Ah, my little Stella, who have you brought to visit me?” the sire and leader of the Azurewing rumbled, a rumble I could feel in my chest and the ground beneath my feet, one large eye fixing on the three of us almost lazily. He inhales, long and deep, and shifts his head to be looking at us directly with some interest. “Hmm? I smell the scent of my kind, my father’s blood, in you. Yet you are not one of my descendants, not born of my brood. Who are you?”

“My name is Tyrigosa, Daughter of Malygos, and your younger sister.” My Tyri responded, eyes bright with emotion as she stepped closer to him and pressed a hand against his snout as he froze in surprise. “I’m so glad to finally meet you, eldest brother. Father thought you and your mate had died, all those millenia ago. He has mourned you since, and spoken well of you for as long as I can remember?”

“Father lives, still? I was sure I saw him fall alongside mother before I myself was cast down.” The ancient dragon rumbled, pressing his snout closer to his sibling as a draconic smile spread across his muzzle. Tyrigosa began to rub his scales, smiling a little sadly as she nodded.

“Yes, Father lives, though Mother is gone, and there are many thousands of us now. We’ve not yet recovered entirely from Deathwing’s treachery, but no longer are we on the brink of extinction. Wyrmrest Temple stands, though even now it is underthreat by the undead.” She explained, and Senegos gave an angry snort.

“Legion monstrosities, no doubt. Neither the first time, nor the last, that they have tried such a thing against Azeroth.”

“This time is different. They bound a soul, the orc Ner’zhul, to a helm. The Helm of Domination. Now he rules as the Lich King, possessing direct control over the undead. With a guiding intelligence behind the helm, they are for more dangerous than the undead you recall from Suramar. The Nerubian Empire has already been destroyed and raised into undeath, the Eastern Kingdoms are well on their way to following.” I interjected firmly, wanting to get across the point that while the Legion had tried a similar tactic before, they hadn’t done it quite like this. No, this time the undead had a mind behind them, and intelligence made anything far more dangerous than simple, mindless instinct.

“The Nerubians, destroyed?” his tone was shocked, then contemplative, and he exhaled a plume of brightly colored, shimmering smoke from his nostrils. All was silent, for several minutes, before he continued. “No mean feat. Their empire was vast, their cleverness and intellects significant, and in no way were they frail of body and mind. If you speak truthfully, then the situation is grave indeed, but what would you have me do? Such a threat is precisely why I have remained here, with my descendants, hidden away from the world. Keeping the hope of Azeroth, should the worst come to pass, alive.”

“I would have you advise your father, uncles, and aunts once more. I would have you lend your knowledge and the might of your brood to Azeroth. I would have you open your wards to your cousin Dragonflights, that they might make safe hatcheries here, far from the undead. I would have the Azurewing do their duty to Azeroth.” I responded, aware of how the two princesses shuffled somewhat uncomfortably as Senegos and I stared eachother down.

“Hmm. Bold words, for a daughter of my flight’s murderer.” He said after a long moment, and my ‘gosas tensed, Stella actually shifting partially in front of me instinctively. The ridge above one of his eyes rose slightly, an approximation of a raised eyebrow, and he took another deep inhale before giving a startled bark of laughter. “So, someone has finally caught the eye of my Little Star, and a black dragoness at that. I wonder what Father and his siblings might have to say about that. Tell me, Daughter of Deathwing, what purpose you have in rallying defenders for this world and in seducing my sister and granddaughter?”

“I am Andraste, old one, and my purpose is to avert the dooms that I have forseen. Dooms such as a full legion invasion, the near-extinction of the Elven Races, the Old Gods returned in full strength, my father rising to do battle once more. Azeroth is no less my home than it is yours, and I do not think it terribly strange that I wish to preserve my own home and those around me.” I told him, one arm snaking out to circle Stellagosa’s waist and pull her up against the left side of my chest. She blushed furiously but didn’t object, leaning back against me like the demure, virginal maiden that she was. Biting her ear gently, I smiled somewhat wickedly. “Especially when those around me are so beautiful and so sweet. I have spent entire lifetimes looking for mates, and now I find two amongst those who should want me and all my kind dead. How can I not wish to protect them and their own kin?”

He stared at me intensely, his stare heightening to something resembling a glare, if one can glare without anger, when his sister stopped stroking his snout and withdrew to take up a mirrored position to his granddaughter on my other side. A risky proposition, showing a brother and grandfather than his beloved female relatives were going to be doing filthy, filthy things with me, but it also showed that they loved me. I think we were all banking on the fact that he would be more inclined to respect their wishes than to tear me apart.

“Heh. Very well, then, Andraste of the Black Dragonflight. I will take some of my Azurewing to Dragonblight and seek out my kin there, even invite their hatchery keepers and whelps to shelter beneath my wards. I will even tell them that my kin have taken a great fondness to you. Perhaps they will seek you out in turn, who can say.” He said finally, rising somewhat laboriously to his feet and looking over at one of the Dragonspawn who helped to tend to his pool. “Summon two drakes and two dozen of your own kin. The Azurewing are returning home, at last.”

The Dragonspawn saluted and departed, his four large legs allowing him to move with surprising alacrity, and Senegos returned his attention to me for a moment.

“My sister and granddaughter desire to mate with you, and this I will allow. But you shall not do it here. My whelplings do not need to bear witness to debauchery at such an innocent age.” He decreed, and I grinned even as the two women in question blushed, before inclining my head in a respectful bow.

“As you wish, cousin, as you wish. We will find someplace else to…grow familiar with one another. I wish you good fortune in seeing your father once more. I believe it will do much to bouy his ailing spirits.” I acknowledged, before taking my ‘gosas hands and pulling them from the area.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Stella quickly took the lead, taking us across the whole of Azsuna (via teleportation, lacking the patience for a long walk) to a ruined sanctum on the eastern shore. A place of magical power, which was unsurprising under the circumstances.

She and Tyri were naked in an instant, simply shredding their clothes with magic and reaching for my own. I allowed them to strip me quickly (there would be plenty of time to properly instruct them later) and conjured cushions in the very middle of the arrays that still covered the sanctum’s floors and walls.

They began to caress me, eagerly stroking my smooth, muscled skin, following like puppies as I guided them over to the cushions and sank down to the ground. They latched onto my immediately, lips going straight to my breasts as their hands caressed and stroked their way towards my dripping cunt.

They obviously weren’t entirely unfamiliar with a woman’s body, given that they had doubtlessly explored their own, but they seemed inordinately good at working together on a woman for two people who had only just met in the last day or so. Their mouths worked in perfect tandem, their hands stroked and fingers teased in unison, and each timed their filthy promises and murmurs of submission to the other’s silence.

And what murmurs they were. They explained to me, in detail, how I was the only one for them. The most powerful dragoness they had ever met, the most prime specimen available to make them adults in the most carnal of fields. To breed them, to fill them with babies both mortal and dragon, to make their bellies swell and their breasts leak. They pinched my clit together and I came, cum flowing out of me, cum that they gathered in their hands and smeared all over themselves. A primal instinct demanding that they mark themselves with my scent, before licking their fingers clean.

No longer content to remain passive, I summoned my shroud. Golden chains of light spiraled into existence and wrapped around them, giving me absolute control of their limbs. A few deft manipulations, and they were pressed against one another chest-to-chest, legs spread and knees bent. In short, they looked utterly, perfectly, submissively fuckable, and I almostcouldn’t be happier.

I settled down behind them, smiling as their heads craned around to keep their eyes on me, desperate pleading sounds flowing from their mouths. I moved forwards, slithering across the cushions until my face was only inches away from two eager, weeping sets of folds. This close, without clothes impeding me, they were even more beautiful and smelled even more intoxicating than before. My restraint, such as it was, was fraying quickly.

I moved even closer, my warm breath caressing them, and they both shuddered and whimpered and begged at the sensation. Featherlight kisses were bestowed on their sexes, their fluids smearing across my lips and dripping into my mouth, tasting of honey and spice and power. I couldn’t resist, I needed to taste that power more directly, needed to own it and claim it and rule over it forevermore. My head shifted to the side and darted forwards, placing sharp, rapid bites on the inner, upper thighs. I moaned loudly, in time with my new pets, as all three of us came together. They from the stimulation of being capture, I from the incredible taste of their mana-rich blood. I got up on my knees, my hands dropping to cup them, my fingers sliding through their wetness to sink into their tight tunnels.

They cry out together, voices meshing in a harmony of pleasure, of want, of submission and love. A symphony of grateful adoration that was the sweetest music one such as I could ever hear. As their presence in the shroud stabilized, as their sisters sent them greetings and [Love], I twisted the ambient magic in the air and watched as my clit swelled and grew until it was a large, thick cock.

I plunge into Stellagosa first, piercing her from folds to womb in a single instance of movement. She screamed down into Tyri’s face, her cry of “Mistress!” bringing elation to my heart, even as her {Pleasure} and {Pain} and {Adoration} flooded the Network.

“And just like that, the pussy of a blue dragon princess belongs to me. God, you’re so fucking tight, and warm. It’s like sticking my cock in in a furnace shaped like a velvet glove.” I grunted, pleased that my flesh-crafting attempt had actually gone as well as it had. Dominating my girls and watching their pleasure gave me no small amount of pleasure, but having the actual sensations was so much more enjoyable.

Stella could only whimper in agreement, burying her face in Tyrigosa’s neck as she rocked back and forth on my shaft, her magical bonds acting like a rope swing. Overcome by emotion, by lust and passion, she started kissing her aunt’s throat, kissing and nipping and sucking, to the vocal approval of the second dragoness.

Pulling her ass open, I looked at her cute little pucker for a moment before calling up another tentacle, thin and whiplike, which wormed its way in. She jerked in surprise, biting harder than expected on Tyri’s pulse point, and the Daughter of Malygos gasped in surprise before coming again at the sensation. Submissive masochistic sluts, this entire planet. Thank God for Calibrations.

The anal tentacle, now more fully embedded inside of its target, began to thicken, spreading her second hole slowly and mercilessly. I could feel it through the thin membrane separating cunt from colon, warm and hard yet hollow and malleable. A strange sensation, but a very welcome one.

“Mistress, I need some too! Please!” Tyri pleaded, desperately humping upwards in an effort to grind her clit against her niece, but failing entirely thanks to some quick adjustments on my part. She hissed in frustration, giving me what could have been called a glare if not for the lust and desire infusing it, which really made it more a frustrated and arousing pout. I loved it and wanted more of it.

“You have to be patient, Tyri. You wouldn’t want the first thing I stick inside you to be some magical tentacle, would you? No, you want my cock, you want me to fuck you with a nice, hard, thick cock and fill your womb with cum until it’s leaking out of you like the breeding bitch that you are, don’t you?”

It was a rhetorical question, since I knew damn well what she wanted, but she whimpered and nodded her head as violently in agreement as she could all the same, and I reached one hand past Stella’s rocking form to cup and stroke her cheek soothingly.

“You’ll get it, princess, I promise, but you need to be patient. You need to let Stella have her turn, and then I’ll give you almost everything that you want. No babies for the two of you yet, I’m afraid. I need you at my side, saving this world, and I can’t keep you with me if you’re carrying my children.” I told her, and while she was obviously and painfully disappointed, she also seemed pleased at the idea that I wanted to keep her with me. After all, we were both immortal. We had all the time in the world to have as many children as we wanted.

I picked up the pace, pounding harder and faster and deeper, the spongy tip of my cock pressing against the mouth of her womb with every thrust. Something that would be both dangerous and painful for a regular human woman, but for a woman who was both a dragon and enhanced by the buffs I had purchased, it was more pleasurable than anything else.

She came twice more as I worked her over, clenching down on me and deafening her aunt with her cries, but I neither slowed nor stopped, fucking her through the tremors and the gushing cum and the eager cries of bliss. Finally, burying myself as deeply inside her as I could go, I came. Magic turned feminine fluid to semen, as potent and thick and rich as any man could have dreamed of, pouring directly from cock to womb. She came, violently, squirting her own bliss all over my cock, our abdomens, and Tyrigosa’s thighs. I would enjoy making Stella clean all of that with her tongue later.

Pulling out, I watched with profound satisfaction as the creampie I had just given her started to seep, before the tentacle buried in her ass expanded to plug her cunt as well, keeping my cum where it should be and giving her some light stimulation in the process.

The desperate whimpers of Tyrigosa, who had somehow gotten her mouth wrapped around the side of one of the bondage tentacles, spurred me to action once more. I settled lower, the Shroud shifting the pair higher to provide easy access to my second fresh pussy of the day. It bobbed eagerly, clear and sweet fluid flying slightly with the motion, landing on me, on Stella, on the pillows and stones around us, and I decided immediately not to clean this place up when we left. I wanted those with the ability to tell to know that something incredible and sensual had happened here for a long, long time.

I slid into Tyri just as roughly, marking her just as completely and deeply as I had Stella, making her a woman in the most carnal way possible. She was vocal in her enthusiastic acceptance, her folds parting smoothly, her tunnel a velvet sheath that eagerly sucked me further in and tried desperately to keep me there. I looked down, past the glowing golden light that was gently pulsating within Stellagosa, coaxing gentle moans from her semi-insensate form, and reveled in the sight of her folds stretched wide around my girth. Lesbian sex, magical tentacle sex, both of those were amazing, but the feeling of actually breeding someone, even if she wouldn’t actually be getting pregnant (this time) was almost indescribable.

I set a punishing pace, driving her back against her restraints without any mercy whatsoever, listening to her cries and her hymns of praise to me, to my prowess as a lover and my might as a warrior. It was encouraging, it was gratifying, and I felt like queen of the world.

She didn’t last as long as Stella did, already primed from the orgasms and the teasing that I had given her throughout the flight from Lordaeron to the Repose, coming rapidly and begging for mercy, begging for my cum. Begging for my seed, even if she knew it wouldn’t quicken her womb. Begging for the injection of warmth, the declaration of affection and attraction that was just as tangible and legitimate as the emotions and thoughts she received from our connection through the Shroud Network.

There was something about the way she begged, something about the way I could tell her desire was entirely genuine, that short-circuited my intentions to draw things out. I had intended to, intended for their first session to last hours, but all too quickly I found myself filling Tyrigosa just as I had Stellagosa before her. We, all three of us, cried out together, and I felt the pleasure, the passion, the emotional depth echo through our bonds to the rest of our family. A beautiful, radiant, self-sustaining spiritual warmth that was like nothing else we had ever felt, or could ever feel from another source.

I never wanted it to end, and by all the power I had gathered and would continue to gather, I swore it never would.

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Kinda skimpy on the sex this chapter, but that’s because there is kind of an orgy coming up soon. Plus, time is fairly short for hours to be spent on sex, there is a bit of a countdown going on after all. I promise that Stella and Tyri will get more time in the spotlight soon enough!

As always, I look forward to seeing you all again next time! In accordance with my schedule, the next story to be updated will be Legends Never Die!