Hedonistic Heroism (Formerly VQSV) Chapter Seven

Hedonistic Heroism (Or, How Excessive, Shameless, and Sinful Self-Indulgence Somehow Saved the Multiverse)

Chapter Seven

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Modera

The small sitting room into which the Royal Family of Gilneas had ushered us was lavish, of course, though perhaps not as lavish as a similar room in Lordaeron or Dalaran was, never mind the Royal Palace of Quel’thalas, but lavish all the same. Beautiful tapestries and paintings decorated the walls, a fire was crackling merrily away in the hearth, and the furniture was elegant hand-carved mahogany with hand-embroided cushions that made you feel like you were sitting on a cloud.

None of that stood a chance of lifting the mood in the room.

I watched as my new mistress explained the fall of Arthas, and Lordaeron entirely, to the gathered Royal Family of Gilneas, and lamented it. Oh, the loss of the kingdom and its people was terrible, of course it was, but I had known Arthas personally on some level. He had often been terribly busy with his training as a Paladin, under Uther, but not only had he visited Jaina in Dalaran enough for a passing familiarity, but Modera had found herself in Lordaeron fairly often as well.

Of course, the pain she felt at the story of his damnation was nothing compared to how the Greymane’s had to be feeling, given the closeness between the kingdoms and their Houses. When my mistress finished her explanation, the room fell into a silence that stretched across several minutes as the four Gilneans struggled to come to terms with it.

“The road to damnation is so often paved with good intentions…” the King said finally, sounding quite old and tired despite his relative youth, running a hand through his hair that, if one looked closely enough, shook slightly. “So, the Burning Legion has not forgotten Azeroth, and once again they use our own royalty against us.”

“At least this time said royalty had the very best of intentions and was trying to protect his people, unlike Azshara.” Calia pointed out gently from where she and Lorna Crowley had Tess sandwiched between them, each holding one of her hands comfortingly. “As you said, good intentions, and what better intentions could there have been than the salvation of not just your kingdom, but your entire world?”

“How like the Dreadlords to do something like this. To damn not just a good man, but a kingdom entire by abusing his love and his loyalty for his people? It suits their malicious subtlety, and doubtlessly they would find it terribly amusing, enjoyable even.” The Queen bit out, eyes hard, and the room nodded together in agreement. She closed her eyes and sighed, before opening them and focusing on my mistress once more. “Very well, Lady Andraste, what can Gilneas do to help?”

“At the moment, prepare your armies. I will not ask you to take further refugees, only shelter them at the base of the wall, for while I have vetted those that arrived with myself and Lord Crowley, I would expect the Cult of the Damned to disguise themselves amongst other such groups in order to release the plague in your kingdom.” The dragoness responded, adjusting her position in her chair slightly, looking every inch a queen holding court. “I will summon the aid of the other human kingdoms, and as Arthas is baited into besieging Quel’thalas, mankind will exact vengeance upon his armies from the rear. You shall be the hammer crushing him against the elven anvil.”

“While I don’t disagree that this Scourge need to be destroyed, surely it is better for you to burn them from the sky, or have the mages of Dalaran aid you? I’ve no interest in appearing a coward, but surely sending our armies against this threat will simply give it more fodder to fight with.” Genn frowned, and I was mildly impressed he wasn’t digging his heels in with that famous stubbornness of his and refusing to help those who had ‘abandoned’ the Alliance and the agreements between nations. I suppose that the danger that the undead represented was enough to make him put that aside.

“For several reasons. One, I cannot destroy an army entirely by myself. I can lay waste to it, of course, but it would be impossible for me to hunt down and destroy every straggler. Your soldiers, and those of the other nations, will be required for both encirclements, and for Seek and Destroy of survivors. Two, it will be politically advantageous for you to do so. Gilneas may be largely self-sufficient, but Lord Crowley was still the entry point for goods from all over the continent. Rebuild the Alliance, King Greymane. This is neither the first time nor the last time that the Legion will attempt to finish what they started ten thousand years ago, any more than their enslavement of the Orcish Horde was the first or the last.” She explained calmly, ignoring the instinctive scowls from everyone around her at the name of the most recent and hated enemy of their people. She gave them a moment to absorb her advice before continuing. “Now, Modera, Jaina, and I have business in Caer Darrow. We must make it ready to shelter as many civilians as it can hold while the army continues to draw Arthas north. Ready your armies, Your Majesties, and prepare them to march for the salvation of Azeroth herself.”

The King nodded heavily, seeing the wisdom in her words, and squeezed his wife’s hand before getting to his feet and striding from room with Liam at his heels, bellowing for his court and his messengers to attend to him, while the Queen herself seemed contemplative for a moment before nodding to herself and getting to her feet.

“While Genn sees to the army, I will muster the Houses to action. We will need bandages, food supplies, horses and wagons…” she listed off, eyes sharp as she ran through the logistical needs of the monumental task before us. “Tess, when Lady Andraste leaves, I want you, Calia, and Lorna to help me. Meet me at the Cathedral, we’ll organize the civilians there. Jaina, Archmage, it was wonderful to see you again despite the circumstances. When all of this is over, we’ll need to take some time to catch up. Lady Andraste, as much as I despise the circumstances, I am pleased to meet a member of the Dragonflights that is willing to assist the mortal races rather than remain above our suffering.”

“Your Majesty, the honor is mine. To ignore the suffering of the mortal races is to isolate ourselves and ensure our doom. This world belongs to us all, and all must stand together to defend it.” My mistress responded honestly, and the Queen of Gilneas gave her a regal nod before sweeping from the room, calling for her own court and handmaidens. There was a moment of silence, before Andraste chuckled and shook her head. “Well, Princess, I had known that your mother was no shy, demure maiden, not if she managed to keep the likes of Genn Greymane in line, but she is more impressive than I had imagined.”

“Yes she is.” The Greymane daughter said proudly, squeezing Calia and Jaina’s hands as she got to her own feet and smoothed down her dress in preparation to carry out her mother’s instructions, her two childhood friends rising with her.

That was when Andraste struck, moving with such speed that she seemed to nearly teleport, wrapping her arms around the Gilnean princess and latching her teeth on the girl’s throat, while Calia covered Tess’ mouth to prevent her blissful, orgasmic cry from alerting the rest of the Gilnean aristocracy that their princess had just soaked her loincloth in cum by getting claimed as a pet by an inter-dimensional dominatrix posing as a Black Dragon. I had to bite a knuckle to stifle my own voice as the wave of pleasure exploded out from the pair, and Jaina let loose with low moan of release, legs shaking as she fought to remain standing. Lorna, for her part, seemed to have better control than the rest of us, maintaining her feet and closing her eyes with a satisfied hum as she basked in the sensations.

“Mmh, excellent.” Andraste purred after releasing my newest sister, as Calia insisted we call each other, giving her a peck on the lips before setting her back in her seat and pulling Calia into her arms. The last of House Menethil responded eagerly, throwing her arms around our Mistress’ neck and allowing her mouth to be plundered mercilessly, even as Andraste roughly massages her rear end through her dress. “Calia, ensure that everyone is somewhat cleaned up before you obey the Queen’s instructions. Jaina, Modera, we’re going.”

“Yes, Mistress.” The two of us responded, somewhat breathless still from the pleasure coursing through our veins, and our group separated, Jaina and I following Andraste out into the courtyard. A swell of power and blooming of shape later, and we were once more standing next to that vast, obsidian-scaled form. Ascending onto her back was easy for mages of our talent, even if she hadn’t been inclined to make it easy. Which she was.

Wings beating powerfully, she surged into the air, the downdraft of her mighty wing-beats sending banners flailing and guards scrambling to shield their faces. I whimpered in pleasurable pain as her scales, and the powerful muscles working beneath them, rubbed and ground against my sensitive mound, nerves still simmering from Tess’ capture brought flaring to full life. Jaina, I could tell, was feeling much the same, and I knew that the two of us would be having at least a couple more orgasms before we reached our destination. Andraste was probably counting on that, if I was to be honest, she was absolutely enough of a sadistic pervert to enjoy that.

The most galling thing about that thought? I could feel her amused agreement and arousal in response to it. Not to mention her smug appreciation of the fact that such knowledge was turning me on, and I growled in frustration as I caught myself grinding down slightly.

“Calia told us how you made an overnight stop to make her a woman, your woman. Are you planning on doing the same with the two of us today?” I asked after a moment, knowing that she would hear me despite the wind and the distance between my mouth and her ears.

“Once Caer Darrow is secured, most likely, yes. Once the two of you are unconscious and sleeping off the relentless, all-encompassing pleasure I will ensure you endure, I will make use of the dead time of night to hunt down other targets and capture them. We do not have long before enemy Contractors begin arriving, and I would rather give them little reason to stick around.” She responded bluntly, images of just what she intended to do to the two of us flitting through the link to us, and I blushed deeply at some of them. I had fooled around in my time, of course, even been quite adventurous a time or two, but the things she was planning on…well, I wasn’t even sure some of them were physically possible.

“Who else do you intend to capture? It can’t be pure power, or you wouldn’t have bothered with Lorna and Tess.” Jaina asked, blushing just as much as I was but Feeling intrigued as well. She seemed rather more comfortable with the situation than I was, and I wondered briefly why that was. Perhaps because she had been raised to know she wouldn’t be marrying for love, but political connections? Yes, she and Arthas had loved one another, she loved him still on some level, but still…

“From this continent? The Windrunner sisters, Priestess Liadrin, Valeera Sanguinar, and Lana’thel of the Quel’dorei. Vanessa VanCleef, not that you’ve any idea who she is. Onyxia of the Black Dragonflight, as well.” She reeled off the names promptly, images flitting through our minds of each. I recognized the Windrunners from a visit that they had had to Dalaran a few years ago as part of Kael’thalas’ entourage, though the other high elves and the human rogue were strangers to me. Onyxia, however…

“That’s Lady Katrana Prestor, from Stormwind! Her father was almost engaged to Calia, but it fell through when he disappeared!” I breathed in shock, struggling to grasp the fact that someone I had often met with during her travels throughout the Alliance was actually the daughter of Deathwing himself. Then I paused, and I swore vilely as what I had just thought settled in. “By the Light, that means Calia almost ended up as the bride of Deathwing?!”

“Correct. Onyxia has been dutifully guiding Stormwind’s policy for several years in accordance with her father’s commands, but I believe that I can turn her to our side easily enough, even without capturing her. Of course, I could simply take on this form and dominate her, breed her full of eggs and nest her within my territory. That has a great deal of appeal as well.”

The matter-of-fact way she said that was as nerve-wracking as it was arousing, and I watched as Jaina mirrored my own instinctive action, dominant hands sliding down to rest on our bellies as we imagined them swollen with the children of our conqueror, of nursing her children and raising them to carry on the multi-dimensional empire she planned to build when she eventually retired to spend eternity enjoying her harem. Things that she had assured us would happen, and despite the terror that instinctively rose at the idea of having a child (what did I, who had dedicated the whole of my life to spellcraft, know about raising a baby?!), I craved it. I craved not just the pleasure of making the child, but feeling it growing in me. Feeling it kick against my hand, of bringing it into the world and nursing it at my breast. Of its first steps, its first words, its first spell successfully cast.

Jaina felt the same, I could tell, and from the Feelings radiating from the rest of my sisters, we were all in agreement, though some felt a bit more trepidation than others. The sheer, crushing <Hope> and <Want> radiating from Joan, though, was painful to my heart, and I felt tears trickle down my face from the sympathetic pain resonating through me. With the link we all bore, we knew the stories of one another’s lives, and there was so much Joan had never gotten to experience because of how young she had been when murdered by her enemies. So much she had wanted from her life and never had the chance to have.

We all reacted together, following Andraste’s lead as she radiated <Love> and <Determination> towards the Heroic Spirit, united in our decision to help Joan make up for lost time by any means within our considerable power. <Gratitude> and <Love> flowed back to us, before <Surprise> and <Determination> led to the connection dialing down to minimum.

“Another Scourge attack, and one that she wasn’t expecting. An airborne threat, most likely.” Jaina said after a moment, wiping her face briskly as she pushed her emotions aside for the time being, and I followed suit even as a bright pillar of light blazed on the horizon to the north-west. “How much further to Caer Darrow, Mistress?”

“A handful of minutes, perhaps, but there is something else. I smell…” Andraste said, before banking sharply and flaring her wings to halt facing the way we had come, and it took half a heartbeat to see why.

A pair of Blue Dragons, approaching quickly, and I felt my breath catch as I recognized Tyrygosa. Had the Children of Malygos caught wind of a Black Dragon and decided to settle a vendetta older than most of the mortal races? I prayed not, I had no interest in seeing someone I considered a friend and my mistress trying to kill one another. As such, I acted without permission, casting the same spell as I had at the Greymane Wall.

“Hold there, Tyrygosa of the Blue Dragonflight! This Black Dragon is not your enemy!” I bellowed across the intervening distance, and despite said distance I could see the surprise Tyri felt at my presence.

“Modera, and Jaina Proudmoore? What business have an Archmage and the Apprentice of Antonidas have riding a dragon such as this?” Tyrygosa bellowed back, her fellow Blue looking between us unsurely, and I frowned slightly. Somehow, she sounded almost offended, and I couldn’t help but feel it had less to do with Andraste’s scale tone and more to do with…something else, though I didn’t know what.

“Let us all land and speak together, and everything will become quite clear! I promise, it’s for the greater good of this world!” I responded, before cutting the spell and looking at my mistress’ head. “My Lady, Tyrygosa is a friend of mine, despite the tension between the Blue Dragonflight and Dalaran. I can convince her not to cause you harm.”

“That is good, but I do not believe it will be needed. I could smell them quite clearly, though I didn’t expect to see them this quickly. Never the less, they have not sought me out to try and kill me, Modera. The waves sent out during each of my captures has attracted them. As effected as you all are, they are more so. Their more bestial instincts have told them that the source of the energy, me, is the best choice in this world for a mate. The prime choice to breed them. They’re surprised, perhaps even angry that I am a Black Dragon, but they couldn’t bring themselves to harm me now if they tried.”

Well, that made a great deal of sense, didn’t it? The Dragonflights, despite their incredible age and intellect, were still more animalistic than we humans were, less ensnared by social and cultural chains to keep their primal instincts leashed. Well, more Dragons joining the sisterhood to which I had been inducted could only be considered a good thing, especially one as powerful as Tyri was.

We all spiraled towards the ground, landing with a series of heavy thuds, and we humans quickly dismounted before all three dragons returned to their more mortal forms, eyeing each other carefully.

“So, the Princess of the Blue Dragonflight and the Granddaughter of Senegos. To have such magnificent females before me…I’m throbbing with excitement.” My mistress finally said after a moment, and we all blushed at the way her tongue caressed the word, and she grinned devilishly. “So, what can I do to you lovely ladies today?”

“What is your purpose here? The Black Dragonflight is not known for their generosity and altruism, yet you stand before me accompanied by Modera and Proudmoore, two women that I know have little interest in aiding your flight in their butchery.” Tyrygosa barked back, ignoring her lust and her embarrassment for the moment with admirable focus, and my mistress sighed dramatically.

“I suppose your suspicion isn’t entirely unjustified, but surely the very fact that I’m not trying to kill the pair of you should garner me somegood will! Really, there is an undead plague doing it’s level best to annihilate all life on this Star, and you’re worried about the tattered remnants of my flight?” she grumbled, hands gesturing in annoyance. “Allow me to simplify things for you: I am the presence you have been sensing, that makes you cum and seek to be bred. My purpose is to save Azeroth from threats both immediate and future, near and distant. And I intend to have the two of you at my side when I do it.”

She unleashed a wave of power, her presence filling the world around us to the point that it would be suffocating if it wasn’t so warm and comfortable, like an all-encompassing embrace. We collapsed to our knees, crying out in bliss as puddles of cum pooled below us and the mixed bouquet of our arousal permeated the air. I watched, unable to move a muscle as I shook with pleasure, as my mistress approached the two collapsed dragonesses.

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Andraste

I couldn’t help the rumble of satisfaction in my chest as the two panting, leaking, gorgeous dragonesses gazed up at me with eyes so clouded by lust they barely looked aware, never mind like the old and wise creatures they were, and the rumble echoed again deeper still as both shuddered at the sound and crawled towards me on all fours. A single thought had my clothes vanishing, and I grinned hungrily at the eager sounds my two imminent captures made as the beheld my naked form. Modera and Jaina, behind me, gasped as well, and I swear I could feel the heat of their blushes even at this moderate distance.

“Come here, girls. Stand up straight, you can crawl like the desperate beasts you are after I inspect your properly.” I ordered softly when they got within a few feet of me, and both scrambled to their feet instantly. “Good girls. I want you to undress each other for me, do you understand?”

The alacrity with which they moved to obey was gratifying, but watching them tear each other’s clothes apart wasn’t exactly what I had meant, though at least they hadn’t just used magic to vanish the clothes entirely. I had wanted them to make a show of it, make it arousing, but there was nothing arousing in the least about clothes being torn off if I wasn’t the one doing it. Still, they were naked, and that was the most important part at the moment.

Both were gorgeous, obviously, I don’t think there was an ugly female in the whole of Warcraft that wasn’t some manner of zombie, but the contrasts between the two blue dragons were as alluring as they were minor. Both took on the form of High Elves, of course, as the blues tended to do, but Stellagosa was unique in that she maintained a smattering of crystalline scales across her body. Especially along the orbital rim of her eyes, which gave her a truly exotic look that I found painfully attractive.

Of course, Tyrigosa’s perfectly smooth and unblemished expanse of pale beauty was no less attractive despite the absence of such embellishments to her form. I couldn’t wait to make use of her long, elegant hair as reigns while I bent her over and road her into the ground.

“Well, you’ll need to be taught to make a proper show of that in the future, but I suppose it was good enough under the circumstances.” I sighed theatrically, folding my arms and looking at them as they blinked at me, words beginning to penetrate the haze of lust over their minds. “Now, for your first lesson when it comes to serving me: standing ready for inspection. Face me, three feet between you. Arms folded behind your backs, horizontally beneath your shoulder blades. Legs spread, shoulder width, chests out, heads up.”

They obeyed after a moment of confused hesitation, doubtlessly wondering why I wasn’t simply taking them when they were so clearly ready and willing, but that was because they did not yet understand that the performance, the theatricality and dramatization of fetishism was one of the most important and enjoyable parts. Anyone could bend a girl over and fuck her roughly, there was nothing special about that in the least. No, what truly made a BDSM scene or relationship special (outside of the obviously vital emotional components such as trust) was the spectacle.

They would learn this, in time. They all would, though Calia had done quite well during her first session, and with essentially no prompting on my part for that matter. For now, the next frame of this scene had to take place, and I was the main character.

“Modera, Jaina, you are forbidden from touching yourselves until I tell you otherwise. You may not bring yourselves pleasure by any means besides enjoying what you see before you. You may not look away from what I am doing with Stella and Tyri. You may not touch one another, nor use any other means to pleasure each other.” I ordered the two behind me, before pausing thoughtfully. “Correction. You may cuddle and kiss one another, but nothing more, and you may not avoid looking at what these girls and I am doing for longer than fifteen seconds at a time.”

Confident that they would obey me, I clasped my hands at the small of my back and crossed the distance between myself and the two blues, examining them from head to toe. Their postures were impeccable and in accordance with my instructions, and both preened as best, without moving, that they could under my scrutiny.

“I know why you’ve come to me, why you’ve bared your bodies and will beg to be bred, but what purpose brought you to the Eastern Kingdoms? Stellagosa, you first.” I asked, wondering if the pair had come just because of my Aura, or if there were other reasons. Reasons that I needed to be aware of.

“Despite the wards around the Broken Isles, I sensed your power, and I couldn’t resist coming to explore the cause. I came across my cousin and we began looking for you together.” Stellagosa explained, and my eyebrows rose. I hadn’t expected that, given how powerful the protections around the Broken Isles were, but then again we were close to the Eastern Kingdoms’ west coast, which was but miles away. “Grandfather advised against it, he was afraid you were an enemy and wanted to keep me safe, but I didn’t feel evil from your aura of power.”

“I was sent by the Aspects and their Prime Consorts to investigate a massive disruption of the timeline. The futures of the entire world, and all the lives on it, have changed. Entire nations have had their fates disrupted, and Calia Menethil’s future could no longer be divined or observed by the Bronze Dragonflight. I was sent to investigate.” Tyrigosa added on her own story, and my eyes widened. I had known, of course, that I couldn’t be found through divination magic and was immune to precognition, but it hadn’t immediately occurred to me that, by being captured, my women would be the same. Which would obviously catch the attention of the entire clan of dragons dedicated to monitoring time and events.

“The reason they lost sight of Calia Menethil is because I have made Calia mine, just as I will with you. I have no doubt that the Bronze Dragonflight is loosing their minds, for Jaina Proudmoore, Modera of the Kirin Tor, Tess Greymane, and Lorna Crowley all belong to me now. When the two of you are lost to their sight, I might find myself in a war with the ‘flights.” I mused thoughtfully, brow furrowing slightly in concern. I had no interest in making enemies of my natural allies (and, in many cases, future captures) with the deadline of my rival contractors’ arrival drawing closer and closer still. “Unacceptable. I will not give either of you up, nor will I allow myself to come into conflict with our kin. Stellagosa, are you able to take us to the Broken Isles, through the wards?”

“Of course, though it may not be terribly comfortable. Especially not for the humans.” She responded promptly, and my frown deepened.

“Very well. It seems your submission to me will remain unfulfilled for the time being. We will complete my mission at Caer Darrow immediately. Jaina, Modera, you will join Joan and the rest of the mortals until I return. Your orders stand when it comes to sexual activity, understood?” I decided, flicking my fingers to reclothe my dragons.

“By your command, Mistress.” The two humans spoke in unison, clearly understanding this was not the time to protest or hesitate, each vanishing in a flash of light as they made use of Apportation to travel to Joan’s side.

“You two, follow me. There is little time to waste.” I told the remaining women, transforming and taking wing. They were at my flanks in an instant, and we soared towards Caer Darrow. It took only a handful of minutes for us to arrive, and a growl rumbled in my throat as I circled above it. I could smell the stench of undeath upon the island. I hadn’t been positive of the timing, but it seemed that the ancestral home of the Barov’s had already become the dark school of necromancy, Scholomance. “The two of you will ensure that no one escapes from this island while I wipe out the Cult presence within.”

They rumbled in acknowledgement, and I shifted into human form and plummeted from the air, activating my Ninja Soulstone and cloaking myself in aether as I fell. The fall couldn’t possibly kill me, of course, and I enjoyed the feeling of wind rushing past my much smaller form as I aimed for one of the buildings on the western short of the lake. I landed at the edge of the roof peak, sliding down the shingles and backflipping at its termination as I bled momentum. Landing lightly on top of a flagpole, I turned my not-inconsiderable senses towards discovering threats. There were none.

In fact, there was little to no activity at all, beyond small animals scurrying about, and my heart sank. I had hoped that I would arrive before the Barov’s could kill off their people, at least on the island itself, but I hadn’t. Which meant that even now they were doubtless being raised…and that was a problem on multiple levels. I could not permit an enemy force behind the defensive line of my own army, it would throw all my plans into chaos and spoil my efforts.

Well, I wanted to get more familiar with my new abilities anyway.

Still entirely invisible, I began to make my way further inland, passing gates and towers devoid of activity and life, growing more disturbed with every step. It hadn’t been bad in the game, of course, because that was nearly a decade later and the place was a moldering ruin inhabited by ghosts and ghouls, like the rest of the Plaguelands. Here and now, though, with the island in pristine condition…disturbing was actually too kind a word.

Of course, that also meant that there were no guards, and without having to avoid guards I was able to move swiftly, and soon found myself within the manor-keep proper. I recoiled almost immediately when I crossed the threshold, the tingle of magic caressing my skin, as the disgusting odor of death and decay, both literal and metaphysical, washed over me. The Barovs were fully in the grips of the Cult, then, and from the look of things, so were the other residents of the island. Unfortunate, but after the deathly stillness of the outdoors I had expected it.

Mind ghosting over the soulstones in my possession, I considered the possibilities while examining the Catalogue. There were two waifu here, both tier fives, the Matriarch and daughter of the Barov family. Both members of the Cult, both individuals that I would happily sell, even if they were functionally worthless. Therefore, simply burning every hallway as I walked through them wasn’t a viable option, which left Black Mage out. Really, the close-quarters nature of my surroundings cut out all my ranged options, and so I called on the power of the Monk.

Loose clothing, white and crimson, coalesced around my body, a small tailcoat fluttering behind me. I was devoid of armor now, as most monk equipment was designed for agility and not durability, but I did have long brass-colored gauntlets that went to above my elbow, and high-heeled armored greaves of the same color that had clawed toes. Really, what armor I had was to enhance my blows, not protect me from enemy attacks.

So prepared, I began moving through the school of the damned with an alacrity no one else on Azeroth could hope to match without resorting to outright teleportation. The defenders, such as they were, didn’t stand a chance against the strength of a god-slayer. Ghosts were dispersed, skeletons were shattered, and ghouls were pulverized as chakra-wreathed hands and feet flew freely.

When I arrived in the Reliquary, where Chillheart would have been in the future, I found myself instead looking down at the somewhat-imposing Lady Barov instead, with two large men that could only be Death Knights attending to her.

“I suppose you’re the damnable mouse that’s been scurrying about my house, staining my floors with blood and brains and ichor? Do you have any idea how long it is going to take me to properly clean up after this?” she called up to me, sounding rather cross, as I stepped out onto the balcony.

“I would apologize, but given what you’ve done in your vain pursuit of eternal youth and beauty, I think I shall be able to resist the meagre temptations. Tis a pity, really, you and your daughter were beautiful once, and really aren’t so terrible to look at now, but there is something about you that I just find so incredibly nauseating.” I responded blithely, leaping down from the balcony and landing with catlike grace on the stone floor, folding my arms and smirking at her. “It might have something to do with your decision to become a whore to Kel’thuzad, but it might also involve the fact that you’re quite literally a rotten cunt now. Well, a rotting one, at least.”

“You little bitch!” she snapped, one hand lashing out, wreathed in purple fire that leapt towards me like grasping fingers, and she grinned in cruel satisfaction as it struck me directly. “You stupid whore, to busy mocking your betters…”

She trailed off in surprise and confusion at my total lack of reaction. Doubtless she expected screaming, writhing in agony, perhaps some begging for mercy, but what she received instead was a raised eyebrow, a sneer, and a mocking snort.

“Really, that is the power that you sold your soul for? I had expected more, but perhaps that was foolish of me. After all, if you had possessed a worthwhile amount of power or talent, you never would have turned to the Cult of the Damned in the first place. Not even the Lich King can make trash like you worthwhile.” I sighed, genuinely disappointed. As fun as it was to win all of my fights easily with a dizzying display of power and skill, I wanted to be a hero, if an appallingly hedonistic one. And what sort of hero was impressive if they never faced a true challenge? “Still, for someone like you to think themselves superior to a goddess in the making like me, it really pisses me off, you know? If I wasn’t planning on selling you already, I would definitely be doing it now.”

“Selling…? Hmph, no matter, your babbling won’t save you! Acian, Bekam, destroy-!” she frowned slightly in confusion before shaking it off and raising her staff, magic flaring brightly around her as she ordered her Death Knights into battle. Or tried to, anyway, because roundhouse kick aimed high put the spiked heel of my greave through the frontal lob of the one on the left before he could react. The force of the blow sent him flying into the wall, viscous blood-and-ichor seeping from the wound, and I recovered my stance and dodged the second knight’s attack with a flicker of movement, leaping back a dozen feet. I casually tossed my hair and fixed the slight wrinkle to the tail of my coat, not winded in the least by the combat that had just occurred, and grinned sadistically at the shaken Barov matriarch.

“It’s nice to let loose a little. I have to play the paragon around everyone else, you know? The pure hero that is always merciful and kind, even to their enemies, even if they know it will backfire on them badly. I love being a hero, being respected and adored, but sometimes the guidelines you have to follow just don’t make sense, you know?” I told her cheerfully, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet with an eagerness that would probably be considered unseemly. “I’m all about chivalry, and generosity, and mercy, but only for those that deserve it, and I think we both know that you don’t deserve that. You weren’t killed and raised against your will, you signed up for this apocalyptic crap while you were still alive. So it’s time you paid for your sins, and the wages of sin…”

I flickered into motion again, shattering the shield of the surviving Death Knight and, as he reeled from the blow, liberating his head from the rest of his body. A brutal kill, and a disgusting one, given my lack of a bladed weapon, but the man probably wouldn’t have felt a thing even if he had still been mortal. Lady Barov shrieked as his blood sprayed across her, only to gag as I wrapped a gore-soaked hand around her throat and forced her to her knees.

“There are very few people I hate more than those like you. I can understand fearing death, I was terrified of it myself, despite the fact that I consider myself a rather religious person, if not a large fan of organized religion. But betraying your allies, butchering your own people, in order to buy protection from a monster like the Lich King?” I shook my head slowly as she tried to breath through my crushing grip, probably more out of habit than anything else. That, or she was trying to beg for mercy. “I’ve never understood that, either. All these universes, all these stories, people turn themselves into giant floating skeletons and other such nonsense just to live forever. What is the fucking point in being immortal if you can’t enjoy your favorite meals, favorite smells and tastes, and such enjoyable things as fucking for all eternity? What is the attraction in just floating around all day plotting evil plots? Spend eternity getting high and getting laid, God damn it!”

She wheezed something that might have been agreement, or perhaps was a curse on my name, but really she had so little oxygen in those undead lungs of hers that it was a futile effort. Besides which, what she was saying meant nothing at all. It wouldn’t change her fate any.

Hefting her easily despite her (entirely appropriate given her proportions) weight, I looked her in the eyes, my own cold and unyielding, hers terrified and confused.

“You’re going to spend the rest of your life as the slave to someone, but it shan’t be me. Perhaps it will be someone who will put the effort into rehabilitating you, saving you from yourself, but I doubt it. I don’t envy you your fate, but I think it’s darkly appropriate given what you’ve done, and would have tried to do.” I told her bluntly, before biting her ear and swallowing the minute amount of blood that flowed into my mouth. I tossed her away immediately, free hand tapping the command to sell her, and watched as her body dissolved into particles of light long before she would have struck stone once more. Taking a moment to steady myself, I nodded and made minute adjustments to my equipment before moving forward once more.

The rest of the Cult presence was dealt with just as efficiently and ruthlessly, the undead returned to rest whilst Janice Barov soon found herself in the hands of the Company, just as her mother had. Ironically, while the women had stood and fought to defend their home and their cause, the Barov Patriarch and other male ‘bosses’ fled for their lives. I let them go, my ‘gosas would take care of them easily enough. I was surprised not to come across Malicia, but I suppose she had only ended up at Scholomance after the Fall of Quel’thalas. A loss of potential credits, but hardly a significant one.

Reemerging from the dungeon, I took sight of the brutally dismembered and incinterated forms of the ‘escaped’ bosses, and smiled in satisfaction as Stella and Tyri landed before me, inclining their heads in submission as I approached.

“Well done, girls” I praised them genuinely, reaching out to stroke their muzzles, enjoying their rumbles of pleasure at both the praise and the action, before reaching out with my connection to my harem. “Joan, Jaina, Modera. Caer Darrow was under control of the Cult, but has been cleansed. Move the sick, infirm, and young here immediately. The lingering stench of necromancy will keep the Scourge from realizing they are here, at least long enough for us to get the bulk of Arthas’ forces are past this region. Cast wards to prevent any magical communication and travel beyond our family in or out.”

“Yes, Mistress.” They responded together, before Joan continued. “Mistress, the Scourge are growing more intelligent in their attacks. I believe that the vanguard, the uncontrolled undead, have been crushed. We are dealing with those under Cult command now, though Arthas and his surviving Captain are still nowhere to be seen.”

“Unpleasant, but unsurprising. Jaina and Modera will remain with you, between you three and the Royal Army you should be alright until I return, with more sisters in tow. Things will begin accelerating now, more pieces are reaching fruition.” I responded, feeling quite pleased. I hadn’t intended to capture the Broken Isles waifu yet, but I wasn’t going to ignore this opportunity to do just that, while preventing conflict with the Dragonflights.

Ignoring Tess’s ‘whispered’ surprise that what had been done this far could be considered slow, I turned to Stellagosa.

“To your home then, immediately. I must speak with your grandfather.” I commanded, and she inclined her head before asking (ever so politely) that Tyrigosa and I mount her. Grinning wickedly, and wondering if I was imagining the shift in the color of her scales to be some form of draconic blush rather than a simple trick of the light, I ‘helped’ the mortal-formed Daughter of Malygos up onto her back before climbing up myself.

The journey would be a short one, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy myself, and with that thought in mind I pressed myself against Tyrigosa’s back, enjoying her gasp of surprise as my hands pulled her close, one sliding into her tunic while the other slid under her skirt. She moaned, low and needy, as questing fingers found still-soaked folds and deliciously soft mounds topped by rock-hard nipples. I pressed a kiss to her neck, enjoying the way she shuddered and tilted her neck to give me better access, and murmured wickedly in her ear.

“I may not be able to breed you yet, my gem, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun during the trip, now does it? I wonder how long you can last before you start begging?”

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Far from the Eastern Kingdoms, across the vast sea and past the swirling, burning maw of the Maelstrom, a tall and beautiful woman is hard at work on her farm, a small patch of land that is full of greenery despite the harshness of the surrounding climate. Her blonde hair, long and luxurious, no longer hangs free, but is instead wrapped tight in a bun, and her neck (only somewhat protected by the wide-brimmed hat upon her head) glistens with the sweat of honest labor.

She pauses and straightens, adjusting her hat and leaning on her hoe, eyebrow raising in curiosity.

“Why have you come to me, and why aren’t you at peace? Your fight is over, you know. You should be resting within The Light’s embrace, not visiting me.” She says, seemingly to thin air, and doubtless anyone who was watching (had there been any such people) would have thought her quite mad, by the heat and her efforts, and suggested a cool glass or two of water in the shade.

Those same people would probably have wanted to do the same out of concern for their own health once they heard an all-to-male voice respond from that seemingly empty air.

“The Legion is in disarray, and for once it isn’t due to some idiotic powerplay by one lord or another. Their next big plan, the ‘Scourge’ it is being called across the sea, has spiralled out of control. Not only is Ner’zhul no longer obeying their commands, but the destruction of Lordaeron has been fumbled spectacularly. There are new players on the field of history, and they’ve changed decades of fate in a matter of days. Perhaps it is time for you to leave this place and rejoin the world.” It said, and she sighed tiredly. It wasn’t the tiredness of physical effort, though, but that of the soul.

“My son, I have done more than enough harm to this world from my efforts to save it, to change its fate. I came here to have a simple life of peace, away from the damage my hubris wrought.” She replied, and there was a thoughtful and commiserating hum from the male presence.

“Then it is fortunate indeed that you would simply be following the lead of another. Let them guide your power, mother, instead of trying to do everything yourself. You’ve accepted the fact that you’re not always right. Now accept the fact that someone else might be.” It said gently, and she sighed again, before shouldering her hoe and heading towards her modest home. “Where are you going?”

“To get changed. If I’m going to help save the world, I’m going to be properly dressed.” She responded dryly as she opened the door and passed through it. Pausing to look over the small homestead she had built for herself over the last few years, she smiled a small and sad smile before shutting the door once more.

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Didn’t want to end there, because there was no smut, but at 7700 words it’s time to call it quits for this chapter. I promise there will be lots of smut soon, because I fully intend to have all my waifu captured and properly fucked before the PVP starts. Speaking of, I know how I am going to handle it, so I can keep this story alive, and I know how I’m going to handle other issues that were days away from sinking this story, too.