Note: I am aware Maiev has white hair in-game. I am working off of a piece of fanart that is infinitely more attractive. I declare: Blizz fucked up, I am fixing this by changing her hair colour-
Chapter 9 – Ten-thousand years of repression
Maiev Shadowsong was disgusted. When Shan'do Stormrage had contacted her and her Watchers, the elite jailors of the night elves, to invite them to come to Stormwind, she had thought it weird already. On their base on the Shattered Isles, Maiev was insulated from most news in the world, but the Arch Druid landed on her doorstep personally and made it hard to decline the invitation.
He had given her the news, all of it. The news of Tyrande betraying her spouse was not surprising to the Warden, the Arch Priestess had always been a sleazy one. Maiev planned to give herself to the Shan'do to mend his broken heart and use him for her vision of the bright future of their people, but that would take time she didn't have.
As per warning, she and her sisterhood marched into Stormwind in full armour. Their green plates and cloaks were atypical for the normally leather or just generally light armour preferring night elves. Armed with large war glaives and circular blades as well as the countless daggers they hid underneath their equipment, the exclusively female force moved in.
Maiev herself lead the walk over the bridge, her rank as leader signified by the two crescents of steel and gold curving behind her back. It was an orderly procession. No welcoming committee, as the Warden had seen it fit to just enter the city without making any announcement. Maybe Malfurion had flown ahead and told Anduin they were coming, but if so arrangements couldn't have been made quick enough.
The reason why they had been warned to enter the city in full armour by the now missing Arch Druid was that it obscured their forms, as night elves that were part of the military, they were all exclusively beautiful and fit women. Women whose every member of their race had willingly enslaved themselves to the people of Stormwind.
This was why Maiev was disgusted. She had and her kind had not agreed to this.
Their procession drew some attention, particularly by city guards, the only people ever standing still. The rest of the city was a mass of shifting flesh. People running around the place busily, clearly concentrating on their work. They moved with the swinging step of the sexually fulfilled. Those that didn't have that kind of motivation had their dicks balls deep inside whatever hole of a willing women they could find and there were lots of willing women.
Orders were bellowed for people to get out of the way. Remarkably quickly, they obeyed. Even those about to cum cleared the street and finished their business with usually the same person on the sidewalk.
"What a vile and diabolical state," the Warden growled into her helmet, stopping in middle of a giant orgy that was taking place in the centre of the trade district. Nobody even heard her, the moaning and sighing of the people around, the pounding of flesh, drowned out even the unified steps of hundreds of metal boots.
"Warden Shadowsong," a guard on a horse rode up to her. "We haven't expected you so soon."
"That was the point," the Warden yapped back at him. Her voice was raspy and deeper than the usual night elves'. "I wanted to see the disgusting state your people have put mine into yourself."
"With all due respect," the guard began, "your people have-"
"Spare me your sniffling and bring me to your king," she interrupted him. There was no point listening to a lowly guardsman. Her orders got her a nod and the man led the way, northwards. Did the king not reside in his keep? Assassinating him in the chaos his city was in must have been incredibly easy.
They passed by the Stormwind bank. The large, marble white building was famous for holding most of the treasure of Alliance adventurers. Maiev's eyes were focused on the spring fountain in front of it though. Swathes of night elves gathered there, stumbling out of the nearby inn turned slave house. Others, most actually, were stumbling towards what was clearly a bathhouse.
From the look of all of them, covered completely in unholy amount of semen and barely able to walk straight on their own, there must have been some sort of gang bang party going on inside. Maiev's guess was, of course, spot on since the Gilded Rose Inn, nowadays called the Fucked Rose Inn, headed by one hot red-head called Allison, was the trade districts prime place for fetish parties.
Her disgust flared up again when she saw how those night elves fleeing to the fountain were treated. An assortment of naked men with raging erections were taking a bucket of the cold water, cold for the still lingering warmth of this long summer, and dumping it over the night elves. Then, they took a large and rather rough looking brush, some soap and a second bucket and scrubbed down those night elves like they were nothing but dirty piece of furniture.
"How many men did you suck off to get this dirty, huh?" they even verbally abused them while they caused the pinkish-purple skin of the night elves to flush with the rough scrapping of the horsehair brushes. "How many handjobs? How many could this one slut take?"
"Not enough," the night elf answered. "I needed a break, I am so ashamed."
"You should be," she was growled at by the brush wielding man, "what useless cock sleeve needs a break. Bend over," he slapped her on her cleanly scrubbed ass, "I'll need another tool to clean your insides." With a purely ecstatic look, the night elf obeyed. Maiev saw the vast amount of semen splurging out of her. "My god what a whore," the man said while pushing his cock into her. "Do you even know whose child you are going to bear?!"
"No, I am sorry, I am just a sow bearing a random man's child!" she screamed out loud, similar scenes and words were uttered all over the fountain. The night elf's eyes silver eyes were completely rolled back inside her head as her human dominator took her hard from behind, her purple hair was a messy bundle in the man's hand. "I am just a sow that loves to be mistreated. Ah, I hope I get a daughter so she can experience the greatness of human cock too!"
"Yeah, that's all you are good for," the man, clearly about to cum, pressed out between clenches teeth. "BREEDING!" his hips slammed against her pillowy ass once. "MORE!" Twice. He grabbed her hair more tightly and pulled her up. "SLUUUUUUTSSSS!" he screamed, a sound overtaken by the orgasmic scream of the woman who then felt the cum of yet another man flooding her. Not that it mattered, she had been pregnant for months now.
"Lady Shadowsong?" the escort suddenly asked and snapped Maiev out of her observing of this heinous act.
When had she stopped her stride? Why had none of her fellow Watchers said anything? She glanced over at them only to find the owl-inspired helmets all staring at what she had been unwillingly mesmerized by.
Maiev ignored a third question that presented itself to her. Why were her undergarments this sticky all of a sudden? Instead, she turned to the infuriatingly smiling man on his high horse. "Move on, guard," she barked at him and he nodded his head.
The man guided them through the city in what felt like the scenic route. The scene being one orgy after another. When Maiev growled at the man why they weren't heading directly for the keep, she got a rather easy answer. "You visit us on the day of the High King's second marriage," the escort informed her. "He currently resides in the cathedral and most streets have been blocked by wagons because of the festivities."
So, she had no one but herself to blame for being exposed to the countless marve- ATROCITIES she saw on her way. Night elves all around being blissfully pene- SKEWERED by human cocks. She forcefully ignored the dampness between her legs, no matter how strong it grew. No matter where her eyes strayed, no matter what sort of wonderf- DISGUSTING perversions she encountered, her feet remained moving.
The same could not be said for the trail of Watchers following her. Her perfectly disciplined procession slowly fell apart, the unified steps becoming a distracted walking of individuals gawking lustfully at what happened to their kin around them.
Finally, they arrived at the cathedral. "Wait for a moment, please, Lady Shadowsong," the escort asked of her and carefully went into the holy building to check that they wouldn't interrupt the ceremony. At least that was the official reason.
He left the battalion of women shifting in their armour. The rubbing together of their legs and idle gestures made it pretty clear that it wasn't the heat that was causing them to be this besides their usual discipline. At least not the heat of the sun.
And then something unbelievable happened. Maiev Shadowsong, first of the Wardens, took of her helmet. The woman that had taken pride in being nothing but a jailor, her heart as hard as the plate she wore and her conviction as sharp as the blades she wielded, tugged the helm with the white decorative strand under her arm and rejoiced at the feeling of fresh air on her skin.
She fanned out her long, red hair, an immense oddity amongst night elves even more so than amongst humans. During the Legion invasion it had turned white from the stress and torture she had to endure following her capture at the hands of the demonic force. She had shaved that disgrace off, an easily removed scar.
Now it had regrown in its full, purplish-red glory, reaching down to her upper back. It was a unique colour that matched quite nicely with her brownish skin. If it weren't for that purple shade and her long ears and eyebrows, she may have been mistaken for a human. The glowing silver eyes and sharp, deep red markings around them, looking more like warpaint than the usually leaf shaped birthmarks of her brethren, certainly didn't help either.
She looked around the plaza, a big mistake as it was the largest assembly of writhing bodies yet. Stormwind had always been said to be a city of diligence and hard work, but all she saw before her was perversion. Yet, on her way here she had only heard of large improvements across the entirety of Stormwind's people.
How could that be? How could the piston-like movements of male hips slapping into a willing night elven cunt solve any problems. The immense moaning wouldn't be of help. All of the energy spent bending the sluts of her kin, which seemed to be all of them, over several surfaces didn't get any aggression resolved. Although, by the way the strangers aggressively fucked every willing slut-hole seemed to...
The dampness spread to her inner thighs as she watched perhaps too intently over the orgy. Her accursedly good eyes, eyes which she had used to track even the most elusive of prey, saw every single drop of wetness as a white-haired elf squirted over the sanctified cobblestone of the plaza. The man fucking her up the ass held her on a leash and the only article of clothing she wore were gloves and shin guards to make her walking like a dog easier on her physique. She even looked like a dog, tongue hanging out and following her master obediently.
"Lady Shadowsong?" for the second time the escort snapped her out of her observing. This time she jumped, she hadn't even heard him coming, was too preoccupied with everyone else cumming in front of her and on the body of lucky night elven sluts.
Wait, why did she think they were lucky?
She shook her head, the usual gesture for anyone to get their head cleared up. Glancing over to her subordinates, she registered that none of them had noticed the legendary Warden being
sneaked up upon by a man in full-body plate. They were all busy still staring at the orgy, the leg
shifting now being intense hand twitching, panting, and the cluttering of armour as the perfectly rectangle shaped formation had dissolved into a roughly egg-shaped crowd of voyeurs.
Maiev was relieved, but part of her knew that this was actually much more worrying.
"The king is in the middle of a speech, he will see you afterwards," he told her. "You are welcome to wait inside and listen."
Wherever she wasn't exposed to more of these hypnotizing displays of marvellous male domina- DISGRACE was fine by her. It couldn't be worse inside the cathedral. "Relax, Watchers, this might take a while so get comfortable," her sisterhood was the only thing she still had warmth for and there was no reason for them to stand there in the heat.
Thankful mutters where heard and helmets taken off and Maiev headed inside.
Immediately she saw just how mistaken she was about the outside being the worst environment for her now unignorable drenching of underwear. It was so bad she thought everybody could hear the squelching of the wet fabric with the steps she took down.
The cathedral's central walkway was the only part of the cathedral not filled with beauty. Here were gathered the most beautiful, high-status individuals of Stormwind and their slaves. A culture of female subservience meant that most of the writing mass was defined by women in compromising positions taking absurd amount of semen into all the holes that allowed for penetration. There were a couple of women that either maintained or had awoken to a dominant vein in these times and there were those masochistic men that loved them, but they were the exception not the norm.
Worst of all was the altar though, to which the clear walkway gave direct view. At the feet of the stairs fucked a man who had the enormous hat that showed him to be the Arch Bishop of the Church of the Holy Light. Aside from his head, he was almost invisible, buried under mountains of big-titted goblins, dwarves, humans, night elves and even a draenei, although that horned and hooved blue woman was buried under him as he fucked her against the floor.
Way worse for Maiev's rapidly diminishing amount of dry legwear was the man atop the altar though. High King Anduin Llane Wrynn the Greatest, was busy fingering Shandris and Tyrande's exposed pussies as they grinded their small but firm breasts against his body. Sandwiched between them and framed by their athletic backs and marvellous asses, the king stood upright. His sweat covered, glistening abs didn't quiver in drawing breath once, despite two more sluts, one pure blonde blood elf in a torn wedding dress the other a human with mostly of white hair and big rack, wearing nothing but blue stockings, giving him double blowjob. The latter Maiev knew as Jaina Proudmoore, while the former was unknown to her.
No, the adonis of a man, wearing his golden hair open for a change, was completely in control of his breath and voice, as it boomed with authority only a true royal could command over the gathered orgy. Despite their ecstatic state, the people listened, as was evident by them cheering at the correct pauses.
"And the cities name shall be Valeria, after my second wife, whose services made the pacifiction of Westfall as smooth as it could have been!" he announced, giving that wife a tasty treat in the form of his cum spluttering down her throat and covering part of her face in white. Then his blue eyes met Maiev's, "For the Alliance!"
'There she is,' Anduin thought in the middle of his orgasm. She had arrived on a simultaneously fortunate and unfortunate time. After all, the High King would have liked his honeymoon to have lasted at least longer than a few minutes before he went ahead and enslaved the next girl. However, the escort that had picked her up had slid him the summary of where the Warden had stopped in her tracks or walked slower and all of them had one thing in common: Her kin getting degraded. The more intense the mistreatment and humiliation, the longer the Warden's attention seemed to have lingered.
Tyrande had only commented with the fact that Maiev was still a night elf. An intensely repressed night elf that had only hung out with non-lesbian chicks in prison dungeons for ten thousand years. "She must be repressed as fuck. I bet on my role as the High Priestess that she will run like a waterfall by the time she comes in here."
"Maiev Shadowsong, step closer so we may talk," he invited her, changing to the mouth of Jaina. He gave her an intense glance to signal that she should work his cock as intensely as she could. Activating the mark to even give her a rewarding spike of pleasure whenever she went all the way down from all the way up helped her with that. By now, the proud whore was a blowjob queen.
He was really surprised to see the Warden without her helmet. The few times he had encountered her he had the feeling like the woman underneath the armour was a mere necessity for the armour, her true body, to move. He was even more surprised to see how hot she was, her dark lips, a few shades darker than her exotically brown skin and with a purple touch to them, were scowling, but that didn't subtract from the fact that she was easily as attractive as Tyrande or the three others of his four present and marked slaves.
Although it was hardly a contest, they had pretty much reached the plateau of female beauty and were just different flavours of perfection. Even Vanessa, the one that was missing from the assemble, as she couldn't be revealed as to what she was and was currently sitting her time in the stockades to make her story believable, a near flawless beauty.
"If she wouldn't be scowling all the time, she would be cute," Tyrande moaned silently into his ear as his fingers rubbed her to orgasm for the eighth time since they had assumed this position. While not quite as good as Anduin, she was skilled at keeping her composure when just pleased with tongue or fingers at this point. Although all of that self-control flew out the window as soon as her master's godlike cock was involved. "I had forgotten what nice hair she had."
The colour was certainly eye-catching, as was the volume of it. Despite her best efforts to keep it militarily straight, the hair curled a bit and single individual strands formed a bit of a cloud of light catching red around her main hair as she walked up the daylight basked central walkway.
She set one step on the altar when Anduin warningly spoke up, "That is close enough."
"I will not look up to a perverse boy dabbling in dark magic," Maiev growled, taking another step.
"Then listen to your leader," Tyrande gave her a wrathful glance, the loving slave taking a backseat for the warrior priestess she still was.
"Only Elune could command me," the Warden said, halfway up now.
"I speak for mother moon!" the High Priestess warningly added, ready to peel herself out of Anduin's embrace and face the Warden instead of speaking to her with her soft ass turned at the confrontation night elf.
Anduin had a better idea how to handle the situation. "If I showed you that Elune supports me in my path, will you accept my authority."
Maiev stopped at the last step before the upper plateau. A mocking expression filled her face as her body shifted, part of her enormous, dark cloak that hid almost her entire body and armour bulging out as she stemmed a hand into her hips. "And how would you do that?"
Anduin closed his eyes and sent out a prayer. He was a Priest before everything else, a powerful one, he was a servant of the Light and Elune was a special being of the Light. He had come into contact with the mother moon before. 'Elune, please allow me to show this servant of yours that your blessings lie with my actions,' he humbly requested.
'Open your eyes, High King,' a serene voice answered and he did.
The cathedral that had been drenched in golden daylight now was calm with the silver of the moon. Anduin glanced behind him to see, through the circular, stained window that sat in the wall behind the altar, the full moon shine into the cathedral. He turned back to Maiev, who was left open-eyed and mouthed. "Impossible," she muttered, her self-righteous attitude smashed and causing her to stumble back down the stairs.
The silver slowly faded and was replaced with gold again. The orgy had stopped for a moment to look at the spectacle more intensely. "Our church has been visited by the spirit of Elune herself," the Arch Bishop mumbled. "High King, can we get some funds to add a tower in honour of the mother moon?"
"Make that two," a highly pleased Tyrande answered, "I will personally pay and oversee the project."
"Most appreciated, High Slave Tyrande," Omnius went back to fucking his own sluts and the orgy went back into full-swing.
"Now you stand where you should," Anduin reprimanded Maiev and got a blush out of that. A heavy blush, the kind that would have turned a woman of a paler complexion tomato red "Beneath me." That in turn made her breathe heavily. 'She is a downright masochist, isn't she?' Anduin thought.
"That Elune would choose somebody like y-"
"Are you faulting your goddess for your mistakes?!" Anduin interrupted her, hearing Tyrande moan into his ear. Being domineering was sexy enough for her on its own, being domineering after consecrating a new site in and then defending the name of her goddess made her pussy overflow enough to fill a new moon well.
"O-of course not," Maiev wasn't sure when the last time she stuttered was, but it must have been several millennia at least. "As a fervent follower of the moon goddess, I will take whatever punishment you, her champion, are willing to assign to me," her tongue, guided by faith and lust, was quicker than her brain was in this case. She already knew she had committed a mistake before the answer came in the shape of a single word.
"Strip," demanded the High King with hard eyes.
She took a quivering breath. There was no way to back out of this now. In the first place, she was the only one in this building that still wore clothes, so wasn't she the weird one? She was just obeying orders, the orders of her goddess, this was normal.
Then why was her pussy positively gushing as she placed her helmet on the floor? Why did it keep overflowing as she undid the cord of her mantle and removed the shoulder plates it was attached to? Why did it only get worse as she took of the gauntlets, then breastplate and boots. There was no way to hide it now either, even the leather of her pantaloons was wet as she peeled out of them. She didn't stop at the underwear, she was under no illusions that she could get away with it.
Anduin marvelled at her body. Unlike her skin and hair colour, the pear shape of her body was quite typical for the generally middle to small breasted race. Her chest may have been somewhat small, certainly smaller than Tyrande's who was the current lowest in that ranking, but her toned midriff, shapely waist and comparatively wide hips made up for it. "Turn," the High King commanded once more.
"I already obeyed your one command," Maiev returned, "no pledge binds me t-"
"I SAID TURN!" Anduin shouted at her in a tone that wouldn't take no for an answer. None of the girls around had ever heard the High King raise his voice in such a manner and it made them shudder. None of them were more affected than the red-haired elf in front of them though and she obeyed after only a moment's hesitation.
"Pleased?" she asked in her raspy voice, which somehow had turned from mocking to whining. She had wondered how it would feel to have the situation turned on her, fantasized even about being put in chains by her prisoners and abused for their pleasure as payback for all those years spent in darkness. Now she was somehow getting that treatment by someone who was also handsome and blessed by Elune.
Her pride was rapidly crumbling. Not only had her natural night elven sluttiness been suppressed for ten millennia, now suddenly awoken by being exposed to a city-wide orgy, but she had no reason, neither from a Warden's nor from a desire's perspective, to not obey the man. Not that she had any choice when he spoke with a booming, demanding voice to her. Her body just obeyed instinctively.
And all of this happened without Anduin influencing a single one of her desires. The High King himself was surprised just how much of a masochist Maiev turned out to be. Wondering where he could push her boundaries, he demanded. "Bend over!"
She did, pushing out her ass and revealing for everyone who still had doubt about it that Tyrande would keep her title. Her neatly trimmed pussy, was after all, leaking like a waterfall. She closed her eyes in embarrassment, but felt better than ever before somehow. Anticipating and afraid of what was happening to her, she waited for Anduin's next command.
A moment later she felt a hot liquid hit her back. "What?" she asked and turned around, a sweet liquid tasting of her goddess' approval flew into her open mouth.
The blowjob Jaina had been giving him had finally pushed him over the edge and now he was spurting his load the several metres down the stairs. The first few spurt had covered the Warden's back and ass, then she had whirled around and while she was busy swallowing what had accidentally entered her mouth, not noticing what it was until it was already running down her throat, more of the silver-shining seed covered her front and hair.
Such an explosive orgasm wasn't the norm, even for Anduin, and the silver light made it clear that this was Elune still having her hand in this, reinforcing the Light's blessing she had put on his balls in the first place. Miraculously, all of the cum landed perfectly on Maiev, even the weakest spurt reaching her before Jaina and Valeera sucked the remaining drops out of his shaft. They stood up to share through kisses the blessing of Elune with Shandris and Tyrande, who both moaned.
Maiev, covered in the stuff, was writing in a state between spontaneous orgasm and absolute shock, as Anduin headed down the stairs. It was her first orgasm in ten millennia, the last time she had one had predated even the War of the Ancients. After that all she had been was bitter and vengeful, all in her that thirsted for sex was pushed down.
It couldn't be pushed down any further as her muscles violently contracted, forcing her to stumble on the spot like a drunk in an attempt to remain standing on her weak legs. The wonderful, stainless carpet was suddenly the target of a small explosion of liquid, not a proper squirt just an orgasmic pussy gushing immensely and suddenly.
Breathing heavily, the cum on her skin still filling her with the cooling and teasing presence of her goddess, Maiev slowly regained her standing.
"I am sorry, I hope you are fine?" Anduin asked with played concern.
He didn't get an answer, just a glance that was meant to be angry but was completely submissive.
"Maybe I should get a brush and rinse you off?" Anduin suggested, coercing a sigh from the Warden as she remembered the very first scene that had caught her eye in this city. "Anyway, we should continue our talk in the keep."
"I cannot wait to give my husband," Valeera gleefully stated as she followed Anduin down the stairs, at the head of the other three, "a sloppy blowjob on his throne."
"It will get crowded with the five of us," Jaine hummed, already counting the semen covered Maiev. The Warden didn't even notice, as she greedily stared at the still erect source of the pleasure that was pulsing through her as clear as moonlight. "Perhaps turns are in order?"
"Come," Anduin told the Warden.
"You will have to wait for me outside," Maiev stated, reaching for her armour. Naked would be bad enough, covered in more cum than any one man should be able to hold in his body was impossible.
"Leave it," Anduin told her, she still moved, she wouldn't budge on this point. "I said," he repeated. "LEAVE IT!"
There it was again, his raised voice and she just shuddered. There was no magic involved, yet her post-orgasmic pussy was leaking again. By Elune, when was the last time she even had a proper orgasm? That bit earlier had felt great, but she barely even remembered what it was like to have dick inside her, not even mentioning that she had no idea about that tool Anduin was wielding. It wasn't normal even by the size and it spurted magical seed, what else could that fucking thing do?
"Somebody else will fetch it, we will walk to the keep as we are," Anduin stated and walked past the orgy and pushed open the heavy gates as if they were made from paper.
Maiev was afraid of what she would see outside. The shocked silver eyes of her fellow Watchers, that was what she expected. How they would instantly lose all respect for her, the legendary reputation which she had been holding shattered in a mere instant.
Instead she found only their armours where they had been standing. "What…where are my sisters?!" she roared and looked at the crowd. Immediately she was faced with the answer. The Watchers were all she had and she knew most if not all of them by name and face. As such, she easily identified each and every single one of them, getting taken and ridiculed all over the place.
"You and your order should have helped each other in your desires every now and again," Tyrande commented with the perfect clarity of hindsight. "There is no way a night elf repressed for this long and starved from not only cock but all pleasure altogether won't turn into a mad masochist."
"Enough staring!" Anduin was playing the part of the most dominating master he could imagine himself being at the moment. "Come with me," they started walking, but after a few steps he glanced at Maiev, "who said your head could be held as high as mine?"
The cum-covered Warden opened her mouth, then snapped it shut as the blue eyes of that man didn't allow any backtalk. "I am sorry," she mumbled and lowered herself on all fours.
"I am sorry…?" Anduin asked while Maiev crawled after him like a degraded bitch.
"I am sorry, master," she instinctually answered and almost came at the words alone.