Summary:
Harry Potter / Warcraft Crossover. A Weapon. A Hero. And now… a loose end. Harry Potter resolves to destroy the enemies who betrayed him on his terms, only to find all his plans torn asunder when he's summoned to a new world plagued with the same enemies of his own.
Disclaimer
I don't own Harry Potter in any way. JKR has those rights... Also, Warcraft is owned by Blizzard Entertainment, etc etc.
*Author's Note *
Inspirations: The Black Scorpion by etincelle047
Chapter First Published: 2013-02-25
Chapter Last Update: 2013-03-14
Chapter 7 – Ashenvale Surveillance
Harry and Jessir stumbled back into Arko's apartment three hours later. Jessir did her best to hide the uncomfortable manner she walked in the door, and she even seemed to fool everyone at first. However, their secret didn't last a minute because one of the people who could instantly 'out' them was present.
Arko's mount Karri.
Harry had been recasting translation charms upon the group as often as possible, so all of them would become fluent in Harry's English, the Draenei language, and the language of the Kaldorei. Additional bonuses of this included the ability to understand their mounts as well, since they all had a vested interest in keeping their familiar's happy. Which is exactly where the secret was exposed.
"Why do you smell like Harry's seed, Jessir?" Karri asked without preamble, causing nearly every person in the room to stop what they were doing.
Harry turned instinctively to Arko, whose eyebrows rose dramatically at the question. "Well, Jessir? How did you come into contact with Harry's seed?"
Jessir simply smiled, and walked over to Arko. Harry thought he might have trouble hearing the answer, with the way Jessir leaned in close, so he cast a sensory improvement charm on his own ears.
"Because his seed is slowly leaking out from between my legs, love," was what he quietly heard her say.
Arko looked up at Harry, a smirk and a bit of sadness on her face. "Is Harry aware of what you and I discussed?" she whispered to her tentatively. Harry swore he saw fear in her eyes, and moved to allay that immediately.
"Arko, if you and Jessir are both interested in me, I certainly don't have a problem with it. My only concern is making sure you're recovered from the ordeal you went through. It's been just over a week since you were rescued," Harry said quietly, though all four women in the room could hear.
The blue-haired Night Elf nodded and walked up to Harry before she gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. "Just be there for me for now?" she asked, before she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight.
"You three aren't going to start rutting in front of us, are you?" a voice intruded into the moment.
Jesir, Arko, and Harry turned to see Kudrii and Disidra sitting in the corner of the room. Kudrii almost looked to be on the verge of tears. Disidra however, looked almost emotionless.
"No, I don't plan on doing anything in public that would make either of you or Kudrii uncomfortable, Disa," said Harry. He noticed an eyebrow quirk at Harry's new nickname for her, but she did not correct him.
"And you three have no problem with a three-way relationship?" asked Disa, still as cool and calm as she was before.
"No," said Jessir politely. Harry could tell she was rapidly trying to think of ways to turn the situation to the way that he knew that Arko and her wanted it. In other words, she wanted all five of them naked in a bed, but before that could happen, she needed to do some fast talking.
"Arko'narin and I have been together for a very long time, Disidra. Harry is immortal, just like us. Just like you two. I don't think any of us will ever come across a male quite like him again."
That statement intrigued Disidra, and it clearly showed on her face. "Us?" she asked slowly, as she clearly caught the subtle inferred statement that Jessir had made. "What do you mean by us?"
"What I mean is, Arko'narin and I have no problem with sharing Harry."
Harry, who had slowly backed a bit away, in case he suddenly found himself needing to run away from the two busty Draenei women, suddenly found himself stared down by both of them.
In Kudrii's eyes, he could definitely see acceptance of the situation, as well as quite a bit of shyness mixed in. In Disidra's eyes however, he saw something a bit more calculative, and that ever-present wariness she possessed clearly was not going to be forgotten now.
"It's… a possibility," said Disidra after a few moments silence. "You need to prove yourself worthy of being my mate, Human. If you truly are immortal, unlike the other Humans, you may just have a chance. I've decided to listen to the spirits of the elementals more, since they originally advised me to avoid my guild. You will need to impress them."
"I… I would like to try," said Kudrii almost immediately after Disidra finished. "You, believed in me when no one else would. All of you did. You said we would be like a family. This just makes it more so."
Harry couldn't help but feel he had just dodged a huge bullet there, but then he realized. How in Merlin's name was he going to satisfy four women at once? And Jessir was even hinting at others like Jaelyn, though who really knew if that was a joke or not.
'I need to start doing more stamina training when I get a chance,' he thought mournfully.
-o0o0o-
After a somewhat comfortable night in bed in Arko's apartment, where all but Disidra stripped and snuggled in Arko's magically expanded bed, the group returned to the side of the road at the entrance to Ashenvale.
"Tell me more about Ashenvale," asked Harry as he craned his head upwards to try and glimpse the top of trees that dwarfed the size of Redwoods from California back on Earth.
"Ashenvale has been a holy place for Elves for thousands of years. We fiercely protect it, which is why you'll find a larger Sentinel presence the further we travel. It is currently under siege from two fronts. There are Horde lumber mills run by the Warsong Clan in the far southeast part of the territory. They cut down trees that have been there for millennia, and give nothing back to the forest. Squarely between the orcs and us is an infestation of the Burning Legion. It is a somewhat abandoned outpost the Legion used in the last war, and it is also the site where the Horde's Warchief and the first Orc to be corrupted, Grom Helmsceam, killed the mightiest of the Legion's Pit Lords."
"Pit Lord? There was an actual Pit Lord here on Azeroth?" Harry asked in utter astonishment. He had heard rumors of Pit Lord's while on Earth, though fortunately none had ever been summoned or sent through to combat the earth's forces They were huge, dinosaur-like beings of fire. He had finally seen a picture of one in the holo-projector on the Exodar. Physical manifestations of rage and chaos.
'…and to think the Horde Warchief and one other defeated their most powerful Pit Lord in their ranks.' He thought as newfound respect for the Horde Warchief Thrall grew in his mind. 'Reminder to self, never fuck with the Horde's Warchief.'
"Yes, Mannoroth the Destructor died here. His corrupted broken glaives still float somehow in the clearing he died. The Warchief took the monster's head and armor to Orgrimmar, where it is supposedly displayed to this very day," continued Arko.
"And there are two more Burning Legion Outposts here in Ashenvale. One a good distance north of the place I mentioned earlier, and there is supposedly another group to the far southwest," added in Jessir.
"What kind of numbers are we looking at here?" asked Harry, trying to figure out a tactical appraisal of what's going on. It didn't seem right to pass through a territory and leave enemies like this at his back. 'The only good demon was a dead demon;' that was his motto. He couldn't believe the Elves would sit idly by and not deal with the situation directly.
"Why haven't the demons been dealt with? The war ended five years ago, no?"
"Too many fronts, and not just here in Ashenvale. Like Tyrande said, the Black Dragonflight is in an undeclared civil war, spreading chaos to everyone around them. The rest of the Dragonflights have stuck their collective heads in the sand and done nothing. The Qiraji have begun to stir in the south, and let's not forget about the massive army of undead in northern Lordearon and on the Northern continent of Northrend."
"Too many fronts," sighed Harry. "And I bet you don't know where to commit your troops correctly here anyways, right?"
"Yes," said Arko. "As I understand it, there are barely enough troops here to keep everything at a standstill between the Legion, the Elves, and the Horde troops that slowly make a larger and larger presence here."
Harry tried to wrap his head around the fact all that was happening within this roughly seven hundred mile wide strip of forest. "Is there anything else here?" asked Disidra. "I'm just curious; I was never informed about the threats that faced this particular territory."
Arko thought for a few moments, obviously trying to search her memories, "There are a few other sentient species here. Water Elementals in the extreme south, loyal to Neptulon the Tidehunter. Furbolgs, which are sentient tribes of bear-like creatures, can also be found in the south and north of this area. Besides that, there is a large presence of Dragonkin around an entrance to the Emerald Dream in the extreme Northeast. There are rumors that foul energies pour forth from those portals now."
The words of Ysera rang forth in Harry's ears again, 'I along with my Dragonflight are currently fighting for our very lives within the Emerald Dream. An ancient evil has been corrupting my children.'
"What do any of you know of Ysera?" he asked suddenly aloud.
"She's the Aspect of the Green Dragonflight," Jessir said automatically, not even breaking stride as the group walked along he quiet path of the forest. "She holds dominion over the dreams of all creatures on this planet, as well as acts as the guardian of the Emerald Dream."
Harry was silent a few moments, then spoke in a distant, and detached voice, "She came to me in a dream about a week ago. Surrounded by green mist. She looked like a purple Night Elf, only she had massive horns on her head. She mentioned how her Flight was in a huge battle, battling the 'Nightmare' that had taken over the Dream. She said she came to me because I was unique somehow." Harry snorted aloud, "She all but requested I somehow help her, but I have no idea how five of us are supposed to help out an entire Dragonflight under siege on a different plane of existence."
The group was baffled at the proclamation. The two elves due to the mention of even speaking to Ysera, and the two Draenei at the idea that Harry was asked to help her fight her enemies. A strong determined voice started speaking.
"Harry, this reminds me too much of what my guild faced in Outland. We're not ready to fight such things directly yet. We have too few in numbers, and we don't understand the situation." Disidra turned her pale eyes to him, "Maybe someday we can help, but there are numerous other things we can do as well. Besides, maybe the enemy they're fighting is here on Azeroth as well. There's usually more than one front to a war after all."
Harry nodded his understanding and agreement. Ysera couldn't be expecting him to jump into the fray yet. Disa was right. Put off direct intervention for now, and maybe come up with alternative ways to help the Dragon Aspect at a later date.
Conversation turned to other matters. More history of Azeroth, which helped the Draenei as much as it did Harry. They encountered few travelers on the roads, as most apparently flew to destinations rather than walked. Harry was fine with this. Kudrii got more and more experience healing the group while they fought against the relatively weak enemies they found, and Disa demonstrated more and more her abilities to create mass destruction from a distance via Earth, Lightning, Fire, Ice, and Wind while in tandem with Jessir.
Harry found his role in the group varied from being a second melee fighter along with occasionally falling back to blast things with his magic. Arko, along with Harry and Jessir's wolf effectively prevented almost any enemy from charging or attacking their ranged attackers.
Overall he enjoyed the new life he had entered. He was with four beautiful women, and they were travelling together in the hopes that one day they would collectively make their mark upon the world. There was no real leader of the group. Disa and Kudrii took some time to open up, but more and more they allowed their opinions to be known. It was a collective, where all opinions were voiced and allowed.
In fact, the only point of contention was over the fact Jessir wanted more alone time with Harry, and the others wanted something to snuggle with. Disa summed it up best, "There's no hurry Jessir. You have hundreds, if not thousands of years for him to fuck your brains out. Besides, you only started walking correctly yesterday."
Which was four days after their initial 'play time.'
-o0o0o-
Six days after they entered Ashenvale, they encountered the primary Night Elf settlement in the area: Astranaar. It was a quiet town, surrounded on all sides by a lake and connected to the main land via a bridge in the north and south. Sentinels roamed the interior island borders as well as the outer edges of the lake, making the area feel quite secure.
As they entered the town, the Sentinels guarding the bridge smiled brightly and greeted both Arkno'narin and Jessir as they passed. One mentioned that the settlement leader, Raene Wolfrunner could be found at the town's inn, and that she could likely use some assistance with demonic raiding parties that have sporadically hit the town.
Harry only half listened to the troubles facing the town. He was far more interested in actually looking at the place, along with Disa and Kudrii. It was an ancient settlement; that much Harry could tell for certain. He had no doubt the place had stood exactly where it was for thousands of years, and if the Elves had anything to say about it, it would stand for thousands more.
It definitely had the feeling of a military outpost. There were far more people in the uniform of Darnassian Sentinels than there were in civilians clothing. Jessir and Arko were obviously highly known and respected Sentinels, since numerous guards stopped what they were doing to quickly give salutes and greetings. It also appeared that news of Arko's mission in Felwood had spread, as many gave condolences to her over the death of Trey Lightforge. Harry also felt many speculative looks thrown his way and wondered just how far news of the death of the Dread Lord at his hands had spread.
The group found themselves at the steps of the town's inn, which the main floor apparently also served as a seat of government. Inside they found Raene Wolfrunner, a female Night Elf hunter who commanded the Sentinels throughout Ashenvale. She sat at a conference table, surrounded by Sentinels and the group appeared to be moving pieces across a giant map of Ashenvale. Harry could clearly see what he thought were Night Elf, Horde, and Demonic units signified by the pieces.
"Jessir, Arko. Good to see you both," the woman said, returning the salutes Arko and Jessir had given. "I heard what happened, and I'm just glad you made it out alive, Arko," the women said in greeting before glancing around and giving both girls a brief hug in greeting.
"Thank you Raene. I wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for Harry here," said Arko as she gestured to Harry. The conversations in the room halted after Harry's name was mentioned. It seemed news of his deeds had indeed spread.
"So, you're the Runemaster and Dread Lord slayer?" asked Raene, as she slowly walked over to Harry. She stopped three feet in front of him, and abruptly saluted. "As Sentinel in command of the Ashenvale forces of Darnassus, I thank you for finding the intelligence on the actions of the Shadow Council in Ashenvale. We were able to take out five spies through your efforts."
"You're welcome," said Harry a bit sheepishly, hoping in the back of his mind scenes like this didn't repeat themselves all over the world as he was introduced to new people. "I'm just glad Arko wasn't injured and I had the presence of mind to even grab the documents on my way out of that dump."
Raene offered a mirthless smile, "Maybe you can help me now with the problems your information has caused." She pointed to the map surrounded by Sentinels. "We now know that all three base camps of Burning Legion holdouts here in Ashenvale had occasional or even frequent communications with the Shadow Council. We want to move on them now, before any communications blackout contingencies possibly go into effect. Problem is, we don't know which targets to go after first, nor do we have exact counts on their numbers. "
"We're understaffed here as it is, and I don't like sending my people in blind. Rumor that came down the pipe was that your home world fought off the Legion. Any help or suggestions you could provide would be appreciated. We may have fought them in three wars, but we're always looking for better ways to kill that scum."
Harry thought about the problem facing the Sentinels, and wondered how he could possibly help. They needed up to date intelligence about three separate targets, which was apparently beyond the technological capabilities of the people of this world at the moment. How could he possibly do that? He could do flyovers in a magic carpet, but that wouldn't be prudent for long-term intelligence gathering, nor would it be repeatable for the Elves in future.
Then he realized his own father had given him the solution.
"I think I know how to help," he suddenly said aloud, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
He looked at Jessir, who of late had turned more and more into his primary partner in crime. She obviously knew something was up by the way he smirked at her. She simply raised an eyebrow in a manner that clearly said, 'Get on with it.'
"One question though," he asked as he turned to Raene. "How accurate is this map?"
-o0o0o-
Jessir was growing impatient. It had been three days since Harry had begun whatever mad quest he had appointed himself to aid the Sentinels of Ashenvale. She didn't have any problem with helping them. On the contrary, she would gladly stay here and help them fight off every group of demons and tree-felling orcs in the territory, but she would have no clue where to start fighting.
All Harry would say was that, "My idea will help you answer that exact question."
Over the past few days, he had flown off with Disidra somewhere to the extreme far north of the territory. The roots of Mount Hyjal bordered long stretches of northern Ashenvale, and Harry had teleported sixteen large square stones from somewhere on the mountain directly into the heart of Astranaar. He had blocked off the area in advance, and had warned all Sentinels to go nowhere near the circle he had created.
After getting acknowledgement from everyone, including Raene and her personal guard, she watched Harry self-teleport away. One minute later, fifteen one meter cubes appeared suddenly in the camp. And one minute after that, a single four meter cube landed next to them.
Harry immediately returned, Disidra appearing next to him. She looked dizzy, and if possible, paler than usual. She refused to comment on what Harry was doing, and she said it was his secret to tell. She also said she did not wish to share what transpired 'during her first time alone with a potential mate.'
Jessir didn't know whether to be angry with that comment or happy. She was happy that her plan to hook Harry up with a bunch of hot women was succeeding. She was angry though that she wasn't getting more alone time with Harry herself.
In an effort to promote that alone time, Jessir stood watch over Harry as he began to engrave patterns into the stones using his wand. The only problem was, she wasn't the only one with this idea. Not only had her team shown up to watch, but half of the off-duty personnel assigned to Astranaar showed up as well.
Harry engraved non-stop for hours. It took an entire day, almost an hour per stone, for the fifteen one-meter stones to be completed. Each was identical to the rest down to the smallest carving. Then Harry began to work on the largest stone. Jessir was amazed at how Harry could carve all these runes specifically from memory. Since Arko, Kudrii, and Disa, and herself were the only ones Harry permitted to be close to him while he carved, she was able to pose this question to him.
"I'm not sure how I remember. I have an excellent memory, which is a bonus I got from organizing my mind to better defend it. But my memory normally isn't perfect. However, there's just something about Runes that I love. I could sit and read books on new runes or interesting implementations of runic arrays all day long. This stuff just comes easy to me," he said quietly as he engraved the final stone.
Eventually Harry declared he was finished. Then he asked the last question they would have ever expected, "What different species are there in Ashenvale, and where can I find them?"
Raene, who had joined them all as he reached the final stone, listed them for him. Night Elves, Orcs, Demons, Tauren, Trolls, Humans, Goblins, Draenei, Dwarves, Gnomes, Naga, Furbolgs, Dragonkin, and Dryads. She listed where he could find one of each species, and Harry bid them all farewell, and said he would return the next day.
And return he did. He had vials of blood from all the species except Night Elves, who he politely asked Jessir to donate.
The entire town watched as Harry placed a few drops of each species blood in a depression he had carved in the top of the largest stone. As he did each species, he cast a spell and wrote information down on a piece of paper. Finally he finished, and asked Raene if there was a highly defensible position within the settlement he could bury the large stone plus one of the smaller stones.
She led him to the center of the town and pointed at the ground. A very large ten meter deep hole appeared almost instantly after Harry pointed his wand at it. Harry lowered the smaller stone down into the hole, and covered it with dirt. He then lowered the larger stone on top of it, and created an access tube with a smaller ladder down towards it. He then restored the street to the condition it was previously, with the exception of a manhole in the street. Harry then began to cast spell after spell on the manhole, eventually placing some of his blood and some of Raene's blood there.
"What has all this done?" Raene finally asked when Harry motioned that she could finally ask questions about what he had built.
Harry handed her a piece of paper. It was a small cutout of the larger map of Ashenvale. This particular cutout was of Astranaar itself.
"Well, all the spells on the manhole mean that, for now, the only people who can access that manhole are you and I only. We can figure out better security later," he said, before he opened up the manhole and climbed down.
"Now, regarding the big secret about what I've been doing. Watch the map and you'll get your answer," Harry shouted up at the group.
There was a few seconds of silence, where nothing happened. Suddenly, there was a huge wave of magic that washed over everyone, and they all felt the hair on their bodies stand on end. Jessir stood by Raene and heard her gasp as she nearly dropped the map. Everyone crowded around the map to see what was going on. Eventually she caught a glimpse of what had everyone excited.
The map was a real-time map of Astranaar, and it had a dot that represented every person present and their name.
Harry climbed up and began to explain. "So it worked?" he said excitedly.
Raene could only nod, and ask "How?"
Harry nodded and motioned everyone around, "I only really want to explain this once."
"As most of you know, I'm not from this world. I attended a school of magic back on Earth. When my father attended the same school, he was… a bit of a troublemaker." Jessir watched as Harry's eyes seemed to unfocus a bit as Harry thought back on his father. She realized he had no real memories of his parents, and it was things like this that he treasured the most, and made her understand that the thing he truly wanted most of all in the world was a family.
"My family has been creators of runic enchantments for hundreds of years. Somehow, my father and his friends got a hold of the magical protections for the school. Permanent magical protections are called wards, and they're placed on massive stones called Ward Stones. I've placed quite a few protections on the stones I just buried here in town. Anti-hellspawn, Dark Creatures aversion, minor demon warding, dark magic detection, structural protection, fire protection. Plenty of things like that."
"Then there's the most important one for our purposes right now. You all have to remember, it was a school after all, so somewhere along the way, one of the head masters of the school decided to develop a monitoring ward, to determine when students were out of bounds or out of bed when they should have been sleeping."
Harry smiled, and continued, "The guy apparently could never get the ward right. He wanted all sorts of things, like automatic reporting and notifications if someone did something wrong. It was far too complex to implement, so the project was shelved. But the basic foundations, that reported the name and location of every person relative to a fixed location never changed."
"My father and his friends got the idea of taking the constant results of that ward, and plotting it on a map of the school. The goal was to help them not get caught by teachers when they performed their pranks. That was the limit of their goals for this."
Harry pointed at the map, then pointed to the remaining 14 stones that silently stood in a pile near the crowd. "Here, these stones, combined with the master map in the basement of the inn will allow you to know the numbers and locations of everything within four concentric miles in any direction of each of those stones. I'm going to sneak into three demon camps, the three horde outposts, the warsong lumber mill, the naga camp in the northwest, the Dragonkin group in the northeast, and a few other places, and place these stones.
"You'll have everything you need to plan your attacks accordingly. Plus in the future, you'll have everything you need to monitor and react to situations as they happen throughout the territory."
The entire group present, well over one hundred Night Elves, was shocked at the news. Then, slowly… one by one… the clapping began. Within moments, it was a tumultuous cheer and Harry felt himself embraced on all sides by Jessir, Arko, Kudrii, and Disa.
Jessir asked Disa as she placed her own arm around the curvaceous Draenei as the group slowly started to break up, and watched as Sentinels thanked Harry profusely, "Did Harry tell you all of this in advance?"
She nodded, "He did. I think it means just as much to him that he was able to help the Sentinels as it did for him to take the knowledge his father figured out and apply it in a way to help others." Disa paused for a moment, "He lives his life by few moral standards, but one of the big one is to do what he believes that his ancestors on his father's side would have been proud of. He talks often of them… at least the limited stories he was able to get others to tell him about them."
Jessir nodded, and the two were soon joined by Arko and Kudrii. The four girls watched Harry essentially get manhandled by Night Elf Sentinels. Eventually Raene was his salvation, and escorted Harry over to his four pseudo-girlfriends.
"Raene, I'll start on distributing the stones in the morning. I need to link each stone to the Master, then find a place hidden that's nearby each of the areas we've designated. I've already set everything up so maps so scale issues won't be problems between the big map and smaller ones like you have there," he said.
"Take your time. This totally changes everything for us. In fact I would… like…" Raene suddenly stopped speaking and stared at the map. "Harry, what do the colors mean?"
"Why?" He looked at the map she held of Astranaar. The vast majority was Green, except for the spot designating Harry, which was a dark blue, and the two dots for Kudrii and Disidra, which were grey. They stood out since they were the only non Night Elf in Astranaar at the moment. But there was one other kind of dot present.
A Red dot fifty meters from the northeast shore of the lake surrounding Astranaar. Harry immediately realized that this was the dot she was concerned with.
"Red means Orcs."
"Sentinels, to me!" Raene shouted, and twenty Sentinels in the area immediately ran to Raene and formed up in rank and file.
"Our first use of the map is about to go into effect. There is an Orc spy on the northeast shore of the lake. Find him and capture him." The lead Sentinel came forth and took a quick glance at the map to get his bearings. He saluted and the group as one unit took off.
"Well, that certainly was exciting," said Raene as she watched her subordinates quickly leave the confines of the village.
"Just glad to be of help," said Harry.
"Well, your help is slowly turning our world on its head," said Raene with a shake of her head. Then she smiled. "Please continue to do so."
Harry simply smiled back and nodded.
-o0o0o-
It was decided each of Harry's four girls would help him drop a portion of the stones around Ashenvale. The primary targets were the three known general areas were the Demons congregated. Jessir accompanied him on those missions, since she was both familiar with the terrain of Ashenvale as well as had experience fighting demons.
They were currently dropping the third and final stone to observe the Demons. They had landed half a mile into the mountains that bordered the southern edge of Ashenvale in the southeastern quadrant of the area. Harry stowed away the rug, and slowly followed Jessir as she led him towards the Demon's primary camp. The ward stone trailed behind them, easily floating and following via Harry's magic.
"I still can't believe your magic is so different than ours. I don't know anyone who could do what you're doing," said Jessir as she occasionally glanced at the multi-ton rock that floated in the air.
"Well, I've seen some of your people's magic that's unbelievable to me too. Things that are mere legends on my world. Shamans of all types. Holy and Shadow priests. Living undead who have retained their minds rather than turn mindless zombies," mused Harry aloud. "It's a lot for me to take in as well."
Jessir smirked, "Let's hurry up and find a place to hide the stone. I certainly have something I want to take in."
"Is that all you think of, is sex?" Harry asked with a smirk, than put a mock-pouty look on his face. "I feel like I'm being used."
"Aww, poor baby. Mating with me and likely three more women in the coming weeks."
Harry's fake pout instantly changed to a happy smile, which Jessir only laughed at. "Well, when you put it that wa-" His smile dropped suddenly, and he slunk down closer to the ground.
There, about one hundred meters ahead, were the outer vestiges of the Demon's camp
"Think this is close enough?" he asked, all business now. Not a shred of teasing or flirting in his voice.
"Close enough, yes. Should we try and get closer, unfortunately yes as well," Jessir stated as she looked around. Occasionally she placed her hand on the ground and was silent. She had informed Harry about her ability to track beings by species, and Demons were no exception.
"We should proceed a bit northwest. The patrols are a bit lighter and it'll help the stone get an angle on an even larger group of Demons congregating over that ridge line there."
Harry nodded, and renewed the disillusionment charms on both of them. It was a modified one he and a few Americans had created in the latter stages of the Demon war. You could completely vanish with its use, so long as someone moved slowly. Also, people with the same charm applied could see the faint outlines of others with the charm active.
It was the perfect spell for slow, methodical team-based infiltration missions.
They gradually made their way up a ridge, which bordered two different encampments. Finally reaching the crest, they were rather shocked to see the full picture of what the invading Sentinels would have to face.
"That's a lot of Demons," said Harry conversationally, but worry definitely made it into his voice.
Jessir however, shook herself out of the shock first, "Worry about that in a bit, let's get the stone buried first and then we can think of some sabotage."
It only took a few minutes with a Notice-Me-Not spell and some liberal but quietly done levitation spells to create a hole, get the stone in the ground, activate the ward, and re-bury it in the ground. A few more enchantments engraved upon rocks on the surface would hopefully deter all but the most determined Demons from coming closer than ten meters.
With the stone in the ground, Harry apparated back to the map room in Astranaar, and confirmed the Ashenvale Marauder map had its third group of dots present. If anything, their initial impression of the Demons present didn't do the truth justice. There were even more Demons in hidden ridges beyond the large camp they had just found.
Harry returned to Jessir not ten seconds after he left. She still stood where she was previously, only now she was staring intently down at the Demons below. "We should assassinate a few of the leaders here," she said a few moments after he sat down next to her.
"That's actually a good idea. Who do we choose and how many is enough to throw them into controlled chaos?"
"Well, let's explore a bit. If we avoid the Fel Hounds, I think we can get by without too much trouble."
They went through each of the four camps in the area, tent by tent, crevasse by crevasse. In the end, they could only identify one 'leader' of the local group, a Doom Guard they had heard called Akkrilus. Jessir was about to take him down with an arrow through his eyes, when Harry stopped her.
"I have a better idea, come on," he said as he snuck off closer to one of the patrolling Fel Guards in the area. Before Jessir could even ask him what he was doing, he whispered, "Acio Knife."
A short and deadly knife flew towards Harry, who ducked out of the way of it at the last second. "Always got to be careful when summoning weapons. I've seen a lot of idiots kill themselves this way. Can't count how many idiots do 'Acio Sword,' and kill themselves."
Jessir snorted and rolled her eyes at his antics, and then asked, "So what's the knife for?"
"What would happen if you shot him with an Elven crafted arrow?"
Jessir stopped, and then realized where this was going. "A lot less chaos than would result if he was killed with a Fel Guard's knife that happened to be left near the body."
Harry smiled an evil grin and said, "Be right back."
-o0o0o-
In the end, Jessir felt it was rather anti-climactic. 'This must be what Rogues feel like when they assassinate someone.'
Jessir began to wonder just how far her group would go in the end. Harry's disillusionment charms were the biggest 'cheat' in warfare she had ever seen. They would be able to stealth almost anywhere with it, even well-lit areas without shadows. Almost no mission was closed to them now, and Jessir thought once again that the day that Arko showed up with Harry wounded on the back of her nightsaber was the day her life permanently changed for the better.
Harry slunk back from his kill. He left no traces, no footprints. The bloodied knife was left on the ground next to the Fel Guard, and would likely be discovered in minutes.
"Shall we leave?" he asked, and received a nod.
They retreated into the woods, and Jessir half wanted to try and see if Harry would be interested in having a go right here next to a Demon camp, but decided against it. It was truly perilous still, and Harry had another twelve stones to bury throughout Ashenvale before their group could move on.
Harry was about to side-along apparate her back to the map room, when he stopped. She was about to ask him what was wrong, when she caught his distant look. She followed his gaze, and found he was staring at a cave back in the Demon's valley that they had not explored.
"Want to take a quick look?" she asked, knowing that's exactly what he wanted.
"Sure."
They trudged their way along to the cave, easily avoiding the patrols that encircled the area. "Jessir?"
"Yes?"
"Is it just me or are the patrol lines getting thicker the closer we get to this cave?"
Jessir took a look around and took in what she saw. He was right, the number of patrols had increased, as had their awareness. These particular Fel Guards were protecting something, and it was very likely in this cave.
She nodded, and said, "Let's be careful. Worse comes to worse, we can portkey a group directly into the cave if we find something."
Harry agreed, and they snuck into the cave. There were guards everywhere, and even larger packs of Fel Hounds inside. It took serious effort for Harry to avoid them, but Jessir's and his patience paid off as they made it deeper and deeper within the cave.
Finally, they made it to the back, and stopped dead in their tracks. There before them, was a very familiar sight.
Another Dread Lord.
"Oh snap," whispered Harry as he slunk back around the corner, and was quickly followed by Jessir.
"What should we do?" she asked. "I don't want to take that on with just the two of us. It's too risky"
"Want to head back to Astranaar, and portkey about twenty Sentinels right here?"
Jessir's smile widened, "That would certainly be enough. And we could probably clear this cave out as well."
Jessir suddenly felt the extreme squeezing sensation she had begun to equate to apparition. Harry was right though. The more you apparated the easier it became to not get sick afterwards. She just wished she had the ability to perform it solo.
They arrived in the map room, and it was overflowing with people, all staring at the map.
Raene was there, and had a bright smile upon her face, "Jessir, Harry. You have no idea how much this will help our efforts. Nor how much you made us bite our fingernails as you snuck through that camp."
"We have one more way to help," said Jessir loudly, getting everyone's attention. "We found a cave in the last camp. There's a Dread Lord inside."
That got everyone's attention immediately.
"How well protected is the target?" asked Raene, suddenly very business-like.
"Four or five packs of Fel Hounds on patrol, along with maybe two dozen Fel-Guards and Succubae. Nothing that extreme. I figured our group of five could easily handle it."
"No, you've all done enough. I won't let you handle this alone. "Squad Six, Seven, Form up!"
Ten Night Elves stepped away from the observing crowd and formed ranks in front of Raene, "You all heard?" Raene received ten nods of acknowledgment.
She turned to Harry and asked, "I assume you have some fantastical way of getting us all there unseen?"
"Yes" he said, and he couldn't help but show a broad grin.
Everyone watched Harry move off to the side of the room, and grabbed a quill from a table. With a few muttered words of spells Jessir couldn't hope to comprehend, the quill suddenly turned into a round, pink hoop-like object.
"What is that?" one of the Elves asked suddenly.
Harry actually laughed, "Well, this is a toy for Humans on my world. Wizards however, often turn them into portkeys because multiple people can easily grab on to them. Everyone grab hold with one hand."
The Sentinels of Squad Six and Seven, plus Harry's four women all grabbed hold. One of the elves muttered quietly, "This may be overkill."
"Keep saying that after one of your friends dies on a supposed easy mission," Harry commented loudly. Everyone around knew he had already killed a Dread Lord while alone, and this sobered everyone immediately.
"You had best return here, in one piece." Raene turned to Jessir, "Grab any intelligence you can from the cave. If there's a Dread Lord, then there will be plans. Try and find them if you can."
Jessir watched as Harry joined the circle with hand on the hoop. He stood behind Kudrii, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Jessir realized that Kudrii was half-shaking in fear. She inwardly cursed herself for not realizing the girl would be terrified at her first prospect of true battle. And here she was dragging the girl off to a Dread Lord. She felt a bit of shame for how irresponsible it was. Kudrii had excelled so far, but throwing her into a fight against a Dread Lord was a bit above where her skills were at currently.
"Ready?" Harry asked aloud.
After receiving his acknowledgments, Harry pointed his wand at the hoop and clearly uttered, "Portus!"
The hoop glowed a bright blue for an instant, and then returned to normal, "It'll go in ten seconds. Just keep a hand on the hoop and the person in front of you. Don't make a sound when we land. The moment we get there, stay still a few seconds. I'll hide the group.""
Deep breaths were heard all around. Some from the anticipation with a battle with a Dread Lord, others from fear of some crazy new transportation method. Suddenly, Jessir felt the now familiar jerk behind her navel, and the world began to spin. Violent winds flew by them all as they spun and rocked into each other, but the journey was over in few seconds.
Quickly Jessir felt something thump her head. It was a new Disillusionment charm, and Harry was quickly applying it to all fifteen people present. She had to admit, the group was good. No one made a sound despite the surprise transport of the portkey, though a few looked slightly sick. Squad six guarded their rear while Squad seven moved forward to peer at the Dread Lord.
The Dread Lord was still alone. The demon peered longingly at some ancient bit of magic no one seemed to understand that had manifested in front of it. The most important thing was, he was completely unaware of their presence.
The lead Night Elf in Squad Seven, a male with a large shield and one handed axe, nodded to his group, and charged in and attempted to give the demon a massive broadside. The Dread Lord sensed the approach, but was wholly confused by the near invisibility of the group. The only reason the demon could see anyone at all was due to the speed they jumped around him and disturbed the light.
Jessir observed impassively as the Dread Lord took more and more damage from the group as she rained hell down upon the Dread Lord from thirty meters away alongside Disa. Within moments, a lucky blow finally struck and the Dread Lord's head was removed from his shoulders.
There was no cheers, no celebrations. The hardened soldiers of the Sentinels quickly disbursed to ensure no noise was heard and patrols weren't approaching. They were still deep in enemy territory after all, and the mission was not over until everyone returned alive to Astranaar.
Harry was already combing over the Dread Lord's belongings. Documents along with spoils of war taken from adventurer's were all stored here in the cavern behind where the Dread Lord had stood. He eventually threw up his hands as his impatience wore out. He quickly just began casting 'Portus!' on every object there. Slowly they all started to teleport themselves away, leaving the back half of the cave empty.
"Let Raene sort through all that stuff," he said simply, before he turned to Kudrii. "You did well for your first fight. It's ok to be scared. Just don't let it control you. Perform your role, and trust your friends to do theirs."
Jessir heard fighting, and realized the patrols of demons must have sighted the Elves. The group rushed to help, and found themselves fighting a swarm of Fel-Hounds, all fully intent on devouring the magic they had sensed. They fell easily, but they kept coming. The fighting was far fiercer than the combat with the Dread Lord had been, and the group slowly began to whittle the demon's number's down, until after nearly fifteen minutes of continuous fighting, the cave was clear.
"Ready to go back?" Harry asked, as he hoisted up the hoop once more. Everyone dragged themselves to the hoop. There were some injuries, but no one had died. Kudrii had to be helped to the hoop by Disa. The young priest had exhausted herself magically in her attempts to make sure everyone stayed uninjured.
The portkey was made, and the countdown began. Before they knew it, they had arrived back, to the smiling face of Raene.
She walked to the map and pointed to a section that was specifically devoid of the presence of demons.
"Well done," she said proudly. "It was a bit unnerving watching your dots encounter so many demons, but you all lived. Well done indeed. I will inform Lady Whisperwind of your actions today. Get to the healers and get some rest. Dismissed."
-o0o0o-
All in all, it took two more days to travel and distribute the ward stones throughout Ashenvale. Raene and a number of her advisors found themselves constantly staring at the map. For the first time ever, the full scope of the enemies arrayed against her forces revealed to her as well as their movement patterns. She even had Harry portkey her directly to Tyrande at one point, to discuss reinforcements that would be needed to properly defeat the enemy.
Previously, Raene had been short-shifted on troops, and the High Priestess' advisors had strongly hinted they expected her to defeat the demons despite her lack of soldiers. Now she had unequivocal proof that the Demons had attained numerical superiority, and nothing short of overwhelming force would break the three camps, let alone protect them from the Orcs who could rampage over them afterwards.
Tyrande was so impressed with the tales of the map she requested to be taken to Ashenvale directly. Within moments she found herself in the map room to the surprise of the Sentinels there, who immediately took a knee before their High Priestess.
The map greatly impressed Tyrande, but also disturbed her. The situation within Ashenvale was much more tenuous than her advisors had chosen to believe. Her forces throughout the world were already overextended, and allowing the status quo in regards to her advisors would simple make the situation worse. These camps of demons were far more numerous than reports given to her suggested, though it sounded like those reports had been cleansed before they reached her eyes.
"Harry?" Tyrande asked aloud. The entire room had been silence as they watched Tyrande gaze across the map. The map that had inspired so much wonder and fear at the same time.
"Yes, Lady Whisperwind?" Harry asked as he approached. He did not bow as many of her subordinates would have done, yet she could tell he had nothing but the utmost respect for her. He was a warrior who had likely faced just as many demons of the Legion as she had in her long life.
"You have done so much for our people, yet I find myself asking for one more thing. Just to see if it's possible." She said this all quietly, almost mournfully. Harry had no idea if it was all an act to get on his good side, but he didn't believe he would ever be able to turn down a woman who needed his help.
"Why don't you ask and I'll see if I have a solution or can think one up."
"I need a way to securely communicate with my outposts." She waved at the map, "The reports that reach me through my advisors are obviously cleansed, if not downright false. Raene mentioned that her estimates were low compared to the actual you have found, but the estimates that have come to my eyes that supposedly came from Raene, were nothing like what she has told me."
Harry nodded in understanding. Tyrande either had advisors who were playing political games with troops, or they were engaging in downright treasonous activities. It was her job to figure out who was doing what, but she needed a work-around for the time being so that she had accurate information. A misinformed General would do nothing but lead dead troops in the end.
"So you need a way to instantly and securely communicate across large distances," said Harry as he bit his lower lip. It seemed simple enough. "Raene?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Do you have any spare mirrors laying around?"
"Mirrors?"
"I can enchant them to be two-way viewing portals. Lady Whisperwind can send them out to her commanders, and she could set them all up in a meeting room and have status meetings with all of her commanders at once."
Tyrande tried to wrap her mind around the potential this could bring her people. She could communicate directly with her troops on the other side of the world instantly. Not only could she pass on orders directly. Different outposts could then communicate directly as well.
"Please make it so, Harry," she said aloud. She thought for a few moments, and added, "I think we have roughly fifteen outposts around the world that I would want to stay in contact with more frequently. If you can manage that, I think we can find some way to reward you and your friends."
She watched as Harry cocked his head to the side as she spoke the word 'reward'. She almost giggled at how cute he looked. She had been made well aware of how Jessir was 'rewarding' him currently through the gossip she shared with Jaelyn, and she had no doubt that the other girls in his group would be rewarding him soon, if they had not already.
'It's too bad I have no idea the fate of Malfurion, whether he is dead or alive. Harry would be a cute one to mate with,' she thought as she took the portkey back to Darnassus.
-o0o0o-
A week later, Harry was finishing his last ward stone run. Arko had accompanied him on the final few flights, and despite the excellent company of the Ashenvale Sentinels, Harry was ready to be shod of Ashenvale as a whole. The High Priestess was quite happy with her Mirrors, and he was informed she was sending them out via armed courier to ensure they arrived at their locations safely. Harry had also included a private mirror for Tyrande to just their group in case problems arose.
The map and the implications of its use had already shown results. Troops had already started to trickle in from other territories. The elves were going to take back Ashenvale from the Demons, and then a war-front was going to be established to stymie the continued intrusions the Orcs made on their beloved forest.
Harry had already decided his help wasn't needed in the actual battles. Tyrande had pulled out all the stops in terms of sheer numbers of troops that she temporarily reassigned to the area. The only members of the group who would in fact participate would be Disa and Kudrii. Disa to give her a bit more practice using her skills again in combat situations, and Kudrii to provide her more experience in a low risk environment. Both would be support and nowhere near the ultimate front lines, so Harry did not see much of a problem with it.
The last stone the duo were moving wasn't one of huge strategic value to the Sentinels of Ashenvale, but it was to be placed somewhere Harry personally wanted to visit. There was a portal to the Emerald Dream present in Northeast Ashenvale, and Harry wanted to see the effects of the "Nightmare" upon the members of the Green Dragonflight that may be present. Ysera's words seemed prophetic to his ears in some way, and he understand he may not have a choice at some point about whether to help her flight fight its enemies.
Better to start gathering information now than be floundering around for it later.
They approached the area occupied by the Green Dragonflight in the same manner as almost any other ward stone deployment. It was a massive clearing, deep in the northeast forest. While there, Harry got his first sight of Dragonkin. Apparently, their ancestors were non-dragons, but they eventually were granted Dragon-like characteristics through their service according to a discussion he had with Jessir. There were great big armored brutish Dragonkin, and decidedly female looking ones who donned simple cloth armor and appeared to be spell casters. Despite being four legged with two arms, they all seemed to be somehow be humanoid in appearance in the same manner Centaurs from Earth did.
Then there were the Drakes. They were somewhat dragon-like in appearance, but they definitely gave a somewhat wyrm-like feeling with the length of their necks. He had no idea if they evolved into full-blown dragons later, or whether they retained the longer-necked appearance.
Then Arko and Harry saw something that stopped both of them dead in their tracks. A massive tree in the center of the clearing had a large amount of Night Elf architecture surrounding it. High atop this structure was a Portal to the Emerald Dream. Swirls of occasional green were dominated by a purple inky mess that just looked malevolent to Harry. The portal was located at the top of a high ramp of that started at the ground and rose all the way up to the upper platform that held the portal..
He would have taken a closer look at the portal, if not for one thing. A massive corrupted full-sized Green Dragon patrolled aimlessly on the platform in front of the portal. It appeared to have sores over its body, as well as a slightly drunken walk.
"Well, I wonder if that's why Ysera is having trouble with her flight," Arko wondered aloud.
"What do you mean," Harry asked as he continued to look at the massive dragon. It was easily twice as big as the Hungarian Horntail he had out flown all that time ago.
"That dragon is no longer herself. Her mind has been corrupted somehow. I remember hearing stories about Ysera's Lieutenants. It appears they either lost against the Nightmare, or have joined forces with it. Either way, that Dragon is not of its own mind."
"I wonder if we can help it," said Harry
"No, not at the moment. We're not strong enough to even attempt it. We would need to subdue her first, and that will be no small feat."
"Understood, let's get this stone activated and buried, and we can get out of here."
It was a quick job. They managed to sneak through the various patrols and actually buried the stone right next to the massive ramp that led up to the Dragon and the Portal.
As Harry reached for her to apparate the two of them back, Arko stopped him, "Harry? Could we fly back together?"
Harry had no reason to deny her, so we quickly fished out the magical carpet, and the two of them were quickly soaring through the air away from the domain of the Green Dragons.
"Where to?" Harry asked her. He was rather curious about the slight attitude change of Arko, and wondered where she wanted to take him.
She smiled, "Just follow my instructions."
Her route led him to a secluded clearing in the southern foothills of Mount Hyjal. Harry had not seen a trail or settlement for miles. The forest here was wild and undisturbed. It was an area truly lost in time, and he wondered just how Arko had found it and reached it on foot.
As he settled the magic carpet down, he saw what had drawn Arko'narin here. The twilight hours had waned during the trip, and the entire area was beginning to darken under the pale moon. But this clearing was brightly lit, and gave a welcome atmosphere that subconsciously relaxed Harry. Then he saw the source of the light.
A Moonwell.
He had heard about Moonwells before. They were sacred water's. Remnants of the ancient Well of Eternity that the Burning Legion had fought so hard to obtain in their first invasion. The pure water's that remained did so only with Elune's blessing. Harry couldn't imagine how Arko'narin knew this one was here.
"There was a movement when I was a child," said Arko, speaking somehow to the question in his thoughts, "…to spread the Mother Moon's influence and ensure that the light of the Moonwells never dimmed. It took me six months, but I built this refuge, and transported some of the moon's holy water here in secret. Many have done the same in isolated places around the world. No one else knows this particular one is here but me… and now you."
Harry turned back to Arko, to see that she had moved closer as she spoke. Wordlessly he closed the distance, and took her mouth to his. He lifted a hand to her cheek, and placed his other in her hair behind her head. His hand brushed against her long eyelashes and then caressed her elven ears. She didn't have nearly the number of piercings as Jessir. Arko seemed to value quality over quantity, and Harry could tell each of the jewels in her ears would cost small fortunes back on Earth
'So similar to Jessir, yet so different,' he thought.
Arko meanwhile, he moved her hands towards his chest, unbuttoning his cloak. She reached clumsily towards the straps of his armor, while he hesitated to do the same towards the heavy plates of hers. He was unsure if she was truly ready for this, but she answered his question for him.
She saw his uncertain look as he stared at her armor, and begun to unclasp things, "Honestly Harry," she said with a smile. "It's not that hard to take off me."
Knowing that she misunderstood his hesitation, he whispered, "I just wanted to make sure you were truly ok with this."
Her smile turned kind, with only a hint of sadness, before she quickly flipped a few latches and opened a few belts, causing the pieces of her armor began to slide slowly to the ground. It was a very complicated process, but Harry equated it to one of the sexiest strip-teases he had ever seen. Arko wasn't deliberately being sexy, she was just trying to minimize the noise the massive plates of the thorium and arcanite imbued armor as they hit the ground. But the net effect of her actions was quite enticing.
Within a minute, she was as naked as the moment he first met her. But the difference was amazing. Before she was a half-broken and abused woman who had almost resigned herself to dying painfully. Now she was a beautiful and healthy, albeit shy, deity who looked expectedly and nervously towards him.
"You are a Goddess given form, Arko," he whispered before he kissed her again. His own armor was coming off slowly as well. He didn't have as many pieces, though many of his were a bit more cumbersome to remove.
Finally they both stood before each other, nude as the day each were born. She closed the gap again, and while they kissed, she slowly led him towards the Moonwell.
It was a shimmering pool about two feet deep and ten feet across. As his bare feet slowly entered the water, he felt somehow… cleaner. If one were to actually bath in phoenix tears, he imagined being purified in a similar manner.
He lowered Arko down so that she sat upon the edge, and then he spread her legs. Her pussy wasn't clean shaven like Jessir's, but it was no less alluring. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of blue hair directly above her womanhood. He kissed her one more time before he began the slow trek down towards his goal. Every sensual place he could find on the way, he gave attention to. Her breasts were amazing. Unlike Jessir's deep purple nipples that clashed with her shockingly white hair, Arko's were a pale pink.
However different they were from her lover's, Arko's responded all the same. He felt them harden within moments in his mouth as he lightly suckled them. She was an active fighter, so her chest and abdomen were littered with scars from training and fights. Her somewhat pale skin made the glistening scars stand out even more.
As he switched to her other breast and held it to his mouth, he lightly traced some of the scars he found. He thought of her as more and more a perfect woman. She was a warrior who had served her people for millennia. She also knew the value of friendship and obviously built deep ties with those she cared for.
It made him want her even more.
He almost skipped her stomach entirely and dropped down to his knees in the water. He lightly licked her belly button, taking care to not cut his tongue on the extremely ornate blue sapphire encrusted piercing she had below her navel.
He kissed his way downward until he found himself at her sex. Her smell was absolutely intoxicating. It was everything his former lovers on Earth had just twice as intense. He learned in and gave a light lick from just above her puckered star all the way to the top of her fleshy hood. He gently began to suck once there, tasting the honey that had collected on his tongue from her already moist slit.
Arko threw her head backwards and moaned at his efforts. He glanced up, only to see the two points of her perfect nipples reflecting in the moonlight that came from two sources.
"Oh goddess above, Harry. Don't stop," she moaned as she tried to redirect Harry's head back down to her flaming core. Harry could feel the sides of his head compress due to her powerful legs squeezing him as he licked her clit.
He decided to change things up and raised the angle of his head, and inserted two fingers into the depths of her folds. By this point, Arko's moans had become unintelligible. Her hips were rocking fiercely into Harry's face, and with the way she was bucking, he had to be careful not to break his nose on her pubic bone.
Suddenly, she screamed out her release, "Oh Harry!"
Her body fell slack against the ornate border that lined the edge of the Moonwell. Harry emerged from the water, and slowly picked up her slack form and cradled her into his arms. She snuggled in his chest and looked up at him.
"That was amazing," she said with an aura of pure relaxation reflected within her pale glowing eyes. "Harry?"
"Yes, Princess?" She smiled at the nickname.
"I'm not finished yet."
She pulled him into the water, and had him sit against the edge of the well. She then stood over him, water's from the well dripping down her in sensual drips. It made her body glisten even brighter because of the moonlight. Her body glowed with a pale blue essence from the reflected ripples of the water that just made Harry find her even more attractive.
"Be gentle. I have no barrier, but I've never done this before."
He nodded, and sat perfectly still as she lowered herself down onto his raging hard-on. Her legs and lower body were far more muscled than Jessir's, and he felt his cock squeezed to almost painful levels as Arko slowly took him into herself.
Harry let her set the pace. While she busied herself at getting his overlarge cock inside her, Harry was content to distract himself with sucking her breasts. This served as a distraction to Arko, who grabbed on to his head and smashed it against her chest.
Finally though, he bottomed out inside her. He could feel his crown pushing softly against her cervix. "You're so damn big, Harry."
She slowly began to move. She contorted around his cock, swaying her hips without allowing him to thrust up into her. She looked down at him, and he swore she looked to be enjoying how much he wanted to begin pounding her.
"Go ahead, Harry. You can sta-." but Harry cut off her as the first thrust into her velvet walls silenced all sound from her mouth.
"Oh Mother Elune, he's so big," her voice hitched with each thrust he slammed up into her. She responded by arching her back and leaning back. Harry was entranced by the way her breasts bounced in coordination with his thrusts. In fact, he needed them in his mouth at that very instant. He reached forward and pulled her towards him, sending one of her overlarge breasts directly into his waiting mouth.
Again she squeezed his head to her breast as he sucked on them as if his very life depended upon it. She quickly reached orgasm within moments of his tongue and teeth touching her nipple. There were no words exchanged between the two as they lay in the ethereal waters. Only grunts and moans along with the sloshing of magical waters.
Her orgasm was almost silent, with the exception of deep groan into his ear as she held on to his head. The sound of her moan of release started made him lose his own concentration. He felt her walls clamp down upon him, and that triggered his own release. Each spurt of semen felt like it was sucked from him as it was injected into her body. Slowly, their mutual high ended. They were locked together, the holy waters of the Moonwell danced across their bodies, and Harry felt that he could spend all night in this location.
They slept peacefully at the water's edge, content that nothing would harm them that night.
-o0o0o-
Cast of Characters:
Harry's Harem
Arko'narin – Alliance. Night Elf, Warrior. Former Sentinel of Darnassus.
Jessir Moonbow – Alliance. Night Elf Hunter. Former Sentinel of Darnassus.
Kudrii – Alliance. Draenei, Priest. Budding enchanting trainee.
Disidra Stormglory – Alliance. Draenei, Shaman. Former member of an 'infamous' guild wiped out attempting something a bit too much for them. An outcast looking for a home.
Miscellaneous Characters of Note:
Greta Mosshoof – Horde. Tauren, Druid. Member of the Emerald Circle, which is a subgroup of the Cenarian circle devoted to the restoration of the Felwood.
Jaelyn Evensong – Alliance. Night Elf, Hunter. Champion of Darnassus. Second most powerful hunter in the Night Elf forces behind Chandris Feathermoon.
Tyrande Whisperwind. - Alliance. Night Elf, Priest. Faction Leader of Night Elves. Mate of Malfurion Stormrage (the first Druid). High Priestess of Elune and leader of the elite sisterhood that worships her.
Cairne Bloodhoof - Horde. Tauren Warrior. Faction Leader of Tauren. Elderly Tauren who led his people from the nomadic lifestyle imposed upon them by marauding Centaurs to their settlement in Thunderbluff, where they are protected from the Centaur tribes which have plagued their people for ages.
Sylvanas Windruner - Horde. Undead, Hunter. Faction Leader of the Forsaken. Former Ranger General of the Sindorei, was killed in Arthas' invasion of Quel'thalas. Her soul stripped from her body, she was reformed into a banshee. When her mind was freed from the Lich King's control, she took control of a nearly dead High Elf woman's body, supplanting the soul inside and permanently controlling the body like a puppet.
Thrall - Horde. Orc, Shaman. Faction Leader of Orcs. Horde Warchief. Raised a slave and then Gladiator by humans after his parents were butchered after fleeing to Azeroth from Outland. Trained and educated by humans. His one true love, a human woman named Taretha Foxton, was beheaded after being caught freeing Thrall. In his grief, he called upon the elements to crush an entire city, cementing his place as War Chief.
Vol'jin - Horde. Troll, Shadow Hunter. Faction Leader of Trolls. Leader of the Darkspear Troll tribe. Only troll tribe of dozens that have joined the Horde. Almost all other Troll tribes are consumed by bloodlust and their cannibalism.
The Prophet Velen – Alliance. Draenei, Priest/Shaman. Leader of the exiled Draenei people. Formerly best friends with the traitorous Kil'Jaeden and the now deceased Archimonde before the duo joined the Burning Legion.
Raene Wolfrunner – Alliance. Night Elf Warrior. Leader of Night Elf Military presence in Ashenvale.
