"Remember, men, women, you are not allowed to die," Anduin told his gathered forces. His talk to the military personal was much more professional than the throwing of insults, inside jokes and innuendos over at the adventurer's side. A slight bit of jealousy rushed through the High King as he saw Aclysia smile at the apparent leader of their group. It seemed purely platonic, so he shoves that aside and dealt with his own speech again.
"I will not be returning with slutless masters, studless mistresses, guideless slaves or make widows of any variety. Even though we face one of Azeroth's most ancient dangers today, I need all of you to understand that order: you are not allowed to die!"
""Yes, your majesty!"" the soldier's roared in unity, their slaves saluting. It had been a while since Anduin had seen a sentinel formation in full gear. Even though their leather equipment was more sexually teasing than one would expecting of military garb, their weapons, large three-bladed glaives, always returning to the one who threw them, made the sentinel formation nothing to laugh at. Next to them stood the elite of Stormwind guards, in full plate, armed with a longsword and large shields painted in blue, with the head of the lion at the centre in gold.
Next to them the adventurers came to an end of their own speech. "And if one of you maggots keeps standing in the fire, don't expect Jimmy to heal you!"
"Yeah, I need my mana to save people with an ounce of common sense!" A clearly annoyed shaman agreed. The adventurers had one last laugh. Then began the attack on Uldir.
It was truly a place rotting with danger. The first step was easy enough, as they broke through the village surrounding the large titan facility. The golden pyramid was humming with some technology not even gnomes could hope to understand yet. Usually, they were gleaming in a steady state of meticulous cleanliness. The fact that this one only looked dulled despite the deeply disgusting biome it was placed in said a lot.
Rather than run over the large bridge that connected the blood troll village with the flat top of the pyramid, they quickly slid and jumped down a relatively steep piece of earth that lead to one of the three corners of the facility. A rouge had scouted out the area in advance and was now leading them to what he had found to be the best route inside.
At the very least he was right in the sense that it was much better inside than it was outside. Although compromised, many of the facilities systems were still operating, including the air circulation. The vile white and red mushrooms Anduin had spied rotting underneath the facility were not spreading too much inside there. Although it was only a question of time until the freed Old God would change that.
Their first challenges were two corrupted titan constructs. One guided a large elevator that lead them into the facility proper, hidden underground. Glowing with the red of the so called blood god, it was clear that this unit was unsalvageable, and so the adventurer's disposed of it. It wasn't a particularly gruelling fight, although the infected liquids it spluttered from its malfunctioning form made it hard to navigate through the rooms the fight took them, starting at the top elevator room, continuing on a lengthy ride downwards (that involved laserbeams for some reason that only the titan creators knew about) and ending at the room at the bottom.
Next was a unit that self-designated as MOTHER. The fight with her was much trickier, as she fled from one containment chamber to the next and forced the group to follow her, causing damaging energies to rush over them and creating additional enemies every time. They had to go through three chambers before MOTHER suddenly declared them all sanitized. From that point onward, she was no longer their enemy but their guide.
According to her, they had to defeat three enemies that were blockading access to the central chamber from opening.
Up first was a putrid abomination that was akin to a hydra, but only in appearance. While large and disgusting, especially since they had to fight it in the garbage heap that birthed it, it was defeated without a hitch. Next was a similarly abhorrent being birthed from infected blood, a creature that the facility itself had birthed on accident, according to MOTHER, and whose seals had been broken along with G'huuns.
Who, as MOTHER opened up to them, was also not a true Old God, but rather an accidentally created one. Anduin was relieved to hear this. Although the information that the titans, the acclaimed good and wise gods of the universe, had accidentally created a monstrosity was unnerving, knowing that they weren't facing a proper Old God in all their cunning and all their power was easing on the nerves.
The last enemy on the triumvirate was a herald of N'zoth, a mixture of bug, crab and faceless called Zek'voz. A powerful minion of the mysterious fourth Old God, the most of which Anduin knew about was the fact that he rested somewhere under the waves, he assaulted them with visions and minions of not only his own master but C'thun and Yogg'saron as well.
It was the hardest fight up to that point by far. The pair of Anduin and Xal'atath proved invaluable against the herald, as the High King provided not only massive blessings to his party but could also differentiate between the true enemies and mere fiction. Even as the arena they fought in began to shrink from the dark energies that pooled everywhere, nobody lost hope thanks to the golden bubble of light the royal cast over them. The voidborne creature finally submitted its life, but not without whispering. 'Soon… boy king…' as if something greatly amused it, 'you will find your seat... or be forced in it…'
'What a petty little creature,' Xal'atath sounded just as amused, 'telling one last lie before he perishes.'
'You were of great help there,' Anduin told the blade mentally as the group took a break. Those who weren't hurt had to thank the healers in the group, who really needed to take a breather and refill their mana reserves. Without the blade working with him, identifying the illusions would have been much harder. She also shared with him a spell that let him dispel those false enemies for everyone else as well. Without her, that fight would have claimed at least a few lives. Instead, their group was still unharmed. 'Thank you.'
'Don't thank me yet, your majesty,' the sweet tone of the Blade of the Black Empire whispered in his mind, gently caressing it. 'This adventure isn't over yet.'
She was right, once they were done here he could thank her all they wanted. For now, they needed to survive.
The central hall was now open to them and gave rise to a surprising target amidst a disturbing blood storm, the prophet Zul of Zandalar. His presence here, in a clearly undead state no less, put the burning of Stormwind at his hands in perspective. 'At least one sin I don't have to lay directly at Sylvanas' feet,' Anduin thought. It was still partly her fault, since it were her orders that broke that man out of prison.
Even his odd state of undeath, brought about not by necromancy but by forceful clinging to life through means of blood and void, was extremely susceptible to the cleansing power of the light. With a paladin of Anduin's calibre around, he was thus quickly reduced to ash, crying every step of the way that he had seen himself life forever, not end like this.
Their victory over the prophet was short-lived, as the ground opened under their feet. They dropped from the surrounding of dull gold into a vault affected by the rot of G'huun, deeply and truly. Ironically, it was that same rot that stopped their falls deadliness, the thick layer of decaying material and mushrooms cushioning the fall.
Only for a giant clawed pincer to descend on their position. The two guards on the point of impact raised their shields protectively, not only for themselves but also for the rogue with them. Larger than the two men put together, the pincer was miraculously stopped by the might of Stormwind, although cracking sounds made it clear that the men's arms and legs paid the price.
A giant even amongst C'thraxxi, the elite generals of the faceless and the physically strongest being amongst the Old Gods troops, loomed over them. Mythrax the Unraveller, servant of G'huun and a being that had reduced Vol'dun into a desert and laid waste to Zandalar in its quest to destroy the seals holding back its creator screamed out its opposition.
It was a horrible fight. The dark magics of the creature reverberated in the spores that filled the air, making it impossible to avoid all of it. Every attack that hit not only dealt large amounts of damage but also sucked the life right out of them. The spores exited their bodies filled to the brim and settled on the ground as orbs of shadow. Desperately, many of the group ran towards these orbs when they felt themselves close to death. Although it was less than they lost, it still allowed them to restore some of their loft lifeforce.
Eventually, even that behemoth fell. It was Aclysia who dealt the finishing blow. While both of Mythrax' pincers were bound by shackles and roots of arcane, light, void and the elements, the demon hunter leapt into the air on wings of fel. Her metamorphosis fuelled her already considerable strength and she crashed with her blades first at the top of the faceless' head. The damage to its neck didn't kill the monster outright, but remaining bound, it helpless when Aclysia flew into the air again. On the second impact, she ripped Mythrax' head off.
Now it was only G'huun that was left, according to MOTHER as her voice accompanied them. Her body was apparently too big to fit into the festered tunnels. Something Anduin could personally attest to as the all crawled through the putrid, spore-ridden mist.
"Alert: in the containment chamber, you will find two currently deactivated security consoles," the muffled, mechanic voice reached them through overgrown speakers in the walls. "To activate, carry orbs of light into the consoles. This will activate the Re-Origination Beam, reducing everything in the chamber to cinders."
"Let's not use that then," the leader of the adventurer's stated.
"It may prove necessary," Anduin pointed out. "For the good of Azeroth, today we might perish."
The leader rolled his eyes, "Look, no disrespect your majesty, but you need to take the joke. I almost perished for Azeroth like 20 times in the last 10 years."
"Like that one time we beat Nefarian," the priest of the group pointed out.
"Motherfucker broke my bow," a hunter growled. "What an ass that guy was."
"Remember Kil'Jaeden?" the rogue spat out.
"First or second time?" the leader made yet another joke.
"First."
"Wow, what a nightmare that guy was, especially since we didn't exactly have time to recuperate after that damn N'aru turned Voidlord."
"On behalf of my kind, I apologize for that," Aclysia stated.
"Don't sweat it," a fellow blood elf, a male paladin, dismissed that, "…but, really, I much preferred fighting at the Sunwell over fighting the Lich King. At least I wasn't freezing my ass off there."
"True that," it was met with pretty universal approval.
Anduin hadn't even realized there were adventurers that had seen so many of the world's threats over the years. No wonder they knew how to coordinate against all of the immensely powerful enemies, they were veterans of a hundred battles.
"There was no worse encounter we had than the battle against Gul'dan though, I tell you," the warrior amongst them, who hadn't raised his voice at all until then. "I can handle warlocks and demons, but having to beat up a warlock that turns more and more into a demon only to then fight some semi-possessed Illidan – not fun."
"Truth, brother," the leader agreed and then their chatter stopped as they entered the containment chamber. The titan construction were barely visible anymore under all the mushrooms and writhing tentacles, many of which turned their eyes towards the group.
"This is hands down the most disgusting place yet though," the leader grumbled, looking around. The two light orbs sat at the beginning of some kind of ramp, covered in unnatural pustules. "Even the plague-research area of Icecrown citadel was more hygienic than this. Even the walls have mouths."
What he meant was a circular, man-sized hole in the back wall of the chamber, breathing steam and spores from its spike-toothed orifice. 'Guess that makes this G'huun then,' Anduin thought, setting his eyes on a giant of mushrooms and infected blood that stood amongst the tentacles. The humanoid figure started moving a moment later, charging at the group.
"READY OR NOT, HERE WE GO!" the leader screamed and the party dispersed. The number one rule of Old God combat apparently was 'take care off the tentacles' while a standard rule for fighting large enemies was 'don't clump together' to ward of large area attacks' effectiveness.
Anduin attracted the monster's attention with a quick blast of light fired from Shalamayne. Wielding both the blade of his father and Xal'atath at the same time, Anduin blocked the attack of the voidborne monster with shields of Light and Shadow. Short term barriers of magic that blocked the impacts. It was a trick he picked up rather quickly, since the Shield was a basic spell in the arsenal of every priest. Using the Shadow as an alternative powersource for a similar effect was easy once he got the hang of the differences.
Still, he needed to restore his power every now and again. That was when Aclysia tagged in for him, forcing the abomination's attention on her by throwing one of her blades at its head. It dealt only shallow damage, the white hide was thick, but it was enough to cause its birdbrain to look elsewhere. 'Truly just an artificial Old God,' Anduin thought, a proper one wouldn't tunnel-vision like that.
Sentinels, guards and adventurers hacked away at the tentacles, threw glaives, arrows and spells at them and nimbly dodged the returns. Those who did get hit had their wounds healed almost immediately, shaman and priest always ready to react.
Soon there were no more tentacles and then everybody concentrated on the large central figure. Battered with spells and with swords hacking away at its feet, the monstrosity soon lost its footing. Once in the ground, everyone engaged in the unheroic task of climbing on top of it and stabbing whatever gap they could find.
From throws of rage, to weak struggling, to finally laying still, the abomination died a final death. "Whew," the leader wiped off his forehead. "That was surprisingly easy. Didn't even do the Old God thing and tried to take over our mi-"
As if he was challenging fate, that was when a voice entered everyone's heads at once. It sounded like someone was gargling pus and then regurgitating it right into their ears. People were fighting the instincts to drop their weapons and hold close their ears. 'My whispers will liquify your mind.'
Looking for a source, Anduin's eyes wandered to the mouth in the wall, which suddenly retracted. A mass of boneless white flesh pushed out of the hole, squishing its entire being through a hole that was much too small. Like a giant slug, G'huun spilled onto the battlefield.
The slimy creature was clearly a mistake of nature. No matter how alien or freakish the Old Gods looked like, there was no way any of them would have chosen an appearance this downright disgusting. At least a third of the Old Gods mass must have been its belly. The organ was exposed along its belly and front, while the overstretched membrane only dulled the colour under white. On its back wiggled bumps and protrusions like maggots. The circular mouth they had mistaken for part of the wall earlier sat in an eyeless head with a set of mandibles and a flat, vertical horn.
'Everyone will suffer my pestilence!' G'huun announced, its belly liquefying and allowing the attached mouth to reach out to an absurd degree. The massive teeth clashed against a hastily erected barrier, broke clean through and ripped the swordarm off one the Stormwind soldiers.
One of the sentinel's, doubtlessly the hurt man's slave, roared in anger and threw her weapon. It struck and burrowed itself inside the Old God, the enchantment causing it to return. Her mistake was to catch it. The moment the weapon was back in her hand, the blood that stuck to it suddenly came alive and climbed onto her arm drilling under her nails to the sound of her disgusted, panicked screaming.
'Yes… that tingle of fear in your spine… that is where I exist…' the Old Gods amused voice caused headaches to everyone who heard it, but they had to fight even against the madness it tried to beset on their minds. Anduin threw strong healing spells both towards the sentinel and the soldier. He couldn't regrow an arm, but the wound needed to be closed. Much to his relief, the Light purged the Old God's blood and pacified it.
The adventurer's engaged G'huun a moment later. It became apparent after a minute or so spent on trying to damage the hive of disgust that it was without hope. They couldn't engage it in melee without fear of either its corrupted blood getting on them or being crushed under the multiple tons of slug-monster it represented. Ranged weaponry proved to be only slightly effective and even then, then mana it took to offset G'huun's blood held no candle to its natural healing capability. Any glaive, arrow or fireball caused only a wound that was gone moments later.
There was no other choice, they had to use the Re-Origination Beam. That was the conclusion everyone in the room came too independently. The quickest members of the party, Aclysia and the rouge, immediately began moving. Grabbing the golden orbs that hovered above their stations by some titanite designs they didn't get, they started moving.
'A worthless effort, the maggots shall feast on your marrow,' G'huun bellowed inside everyone's mind as he shook. Grey batches of a stinking liquid scattered from its back and flew all over the room. Who they hit began to vomit immediately, first stomach acid, then blood, at the same time as the flesh at the impact site liquified. Healing was thrown out as quickly as possible.
Neither the rouge nor Aclysia were hit by any of these attacks. The white-haired demon hunter jumped, her felfire turning the ground, slippery from whatever unholy liquid the pustules were oozing, somewhat workable. Enough for the next leap anyway. On fleet feet, the rouge was almost more impressive, simply weaving through with inhuman reflexes and not even minding the difficulty of the terrain.
They both slammed the golden orbs into the consoles at the same time and the mechanic voice of MOTHER echoed in the chamber. "Initiating Re-Origination in 5 seconds. 5," everyone converged on the same spot in the chamber. Aclysia and rouge were the only ones not around. "4," the demon hunter leaped down from the plateau. "3," the rouge was sprinting as fast as he could. "2," G'huun retracted its mouth to strike once more. Gathered as they were, the Old God was sure it could get a meal or two. "1," in perfect coordination, the rouge and the demon hunter had met on the same spot. Aclysia transformed into her demonic form, beating her wings and carrying the rouge into the air with her. Her timing couldn't have been better as she stomped down the extending mouth of the so-called blood god. "0." Aclysia landed behind Anduin the moment a blasting light descended from the ceiling.
The adventurers were fully expecting MOTHER's threat to be true and that they would have to die there for the good of Azeroth. That didn't mean they would just roll over and die, however. Everyone capable of magic lent their power to erect a massive barrier around all of them. Anduin was at the head of the effort, standing with both blades raised as the Re-Origination Beam washed over them.
The screech of the Old God before them made it clear that this was effective. Despite it screaming inside his mind, Anduin felt like his eardrums were about to pop from the inside. At his side, one by one, the casters collapsed as they gave all their mana to the barrier.
"King Anduin, you need to reduce the shield's size!" one of his soldiers, the one missing an arm, screamed out from behind him. "You can't keep this up!"
"Are you questioning my orders?" Anduin shouted over his shoulder, "I told you – NONE OF YOU WILL DIE!" A surge of golden power went through the shield as the Light reacted favourably upon its wielder's conviction for justice. Stubborn in his pursuit of success, the High King stood against the might of an entire titan facility emptying its remaining power into a chamber with the sole purpose of killing everything inside.
Even that wasn't enough. The Beam just continued on and on, MOTHER taking no chances in cleaning up this mess. One of Anduin's legs gave in and Shalamayne fell to the ground. 'It has been nice, as brief as it has been, your majesty,' Xal'atath's regretful voice suddenly overturned the constant screeching.
The gold was replaced with dark purple as the Blade of the Black Empire unleashed all the power she had been fed by Anduin over the last few days. Anduin couldn't believe either his eyes or ears, a voidborne creature acting on the benefit of others? His doubt was misplaced however, as that final infusion of power was what saved them and Xal'atath organic appearance was sapped away.
With one last blast, the Re-Origination Beam came to an and end. Leaving behind a chamber filled with ashes and the cleaved open, blood-running, shrivelled up corpse of the immense Old God. Only the patch of mossy mushrooms where the barrier had been was left untouched.
Anduin collapsed on the spot. Now that the stress was over, his body let him know that he majorly overdone it. "You got to be fucking kidding me," the terrified voice of the adventurer's leader caused his gaze to slowly go upwards.
The blood of G'huun was flowing backwards, back into the blasted open corpse. A corpse that wouldn't remain one for too long, is the growing bits of flesh were any indication. The Old God wasn't dead. Less cunning this artificial one might be, less powerful, less influential, less experienced and less ancient, but an unbound Old God was still an unbound Old God and didn't care for the concept of death for all it seemed.
'…Use …me,' a weak, frail voice entered Anduin's mind, one at the brink of burning out. Clutching the whispering weapon, the High King fought himself to his feet.
"What are you doing?!" the leader shouted after the king as he suddenly began moving towards the regenerating threat. "We need to retreat and make up a plan."
"No," Anduin decided in a tired tone, "there is a way… this weapon has absorbed the darkness of a fallen Naaru. If it's a weakened one, then even an Old God should be absorbable by this weapon." It was a desperate solution, but it solved two issues at once. The High King plunged the Blade of the Black Empire into G'huun.
The regenerating flesh turned into figments of dark instead. Tiny sparks of pure Shadow that curled in the air before being absorbed into the eye of the blade as if they were sucked into a vortex. Slow at first, the process accelerated quickly.
Anduin felt part of the power flow into him as well. At first, he welcomed it, his depleted powers were refreshed and his body became more awake thanks to it. Then he realized that it was causing an extreme imbalance inside him. Only the Shadow inside could eat from this power. He tried to let go of Xal'atath. Tentacles reached out of the once more organic blade and prevented the High King from retracting his hand.
The woman bound inside laughed out loud. 'Don't you just love it when a gamble pays off, your 'majesty'?' she asked in a mocking tone and Anduin realized he had been played the fool by the blade yet again. Selfless, right, her earlier action had been everything but selfless, what was the exchange of the little power Anduin had granted her compared to the power of an entire Old God. Power that she absorbed faster and faster.
None of the adventurers or soldiers had any idea what was going on as Anduin fought a mental battle against the ongoing corruption.
And lost.
It was just too much energy. If he hadn't spend all of his energy on the barrier earlier, perhaps this wouldn't have happened, but Anduin had no times for regrets as a self-entitled madness took its place and drank deeply from the power. Along with G'huun, all of his disgusting growths and blights were absorbed in the premises. Only a perfectly sanitized chamber was left behind when the Old God's body's last figment disappeared into Xal'atath.
Then, out of the blade phased a body. The incredibly hot and naked elven appearance of Xal'atath suddenly stood in front of the kneeling Anduin. "Wow," the rouge whistled. "We exchanged a slug-monster for a hot naked lady, I'll take that trade any day."
"This isn't good," Aclysia stated, her blind eyes seeing what the others could not.
"What's not good abo-"
Xal'atath made a movement as if she was swatting away a fly and the whole exhausted party of adventurer's were send flying against a nearby wall, kept being pressed against it by an invisible hands. "The peasantry should know its place," the light-greyish blue skinned woman declared, running her hands over her curves. "Mhm, a true physical form. It has been so long." She bowed down to Anduin. "Now, boy king," the seductive voice whispered into his ear. She sounded awakened, she had gotten everything she wanted, was even free from her confinement in that blasted blade, but that didn't stop her from ridiculing Anduin, as the voidborne always wanted to. "Are you ready to serve at the master's table?"
"Boy king?" Anduin giggled in an unsteady tone. "Haven't I told you when we met?" Xal'atath raised one of her long eyebrows in an arrogant fashion, when the High King suddenly grabbed her by the throat. The kneeling and the belittling went from the dominating and the chocked. "THE ONLY MASTER I SERVE IS MYSELF!"
Shadows consumed Anduin's form as he tossed away the now powerful, but empty dagger. He added the second hand to choking the void elf before him.
"Insolent neophyte!" Xal'atath gargled with a grin, air was no concern to her. With a mere flick of her fingers, she summoned an uncountable number of tentacles around them. "I was trying to be nice for how useful you were, but if you do not bow to our Lords even in that state, you are useless to the Void." Continuing her grin, she waited for the tentacles to start tearing the possessed king limb from limb. It slowly transformed into plain and simply face of disbelief.
"WHAT?!" Anduin's insane giggle mocked her. "You taught me this spell yourself. Don't be surprised if I can steal from you."
"…But …G'huuns power… I should be vastly more powerful than even your Wild Gods right now." Xal'atath's wide eyes looked inside and found she had a mere fragment of what she should. "How… what… WHAT ARE YOU?!" There was no way a mere adept at the darkness could absorb this much power, even if they were fully corrupted. Had she underestimated him that much?
"I can tell you what I am not…" the darkened king mockingly stated as the tentacles unmade his armour with guided movements, stripping him within seconds. Even through the haze of the Shadowform, his cock was clearly distinguishable. Hell, it looked even bigger than usual, that thing was around twenty-five centimetres and thick to boot. Even Xal'atath, who had laid with many monstrosities in her day, was respecting of that size, fearful in fact. She tried to keep her legs closed but what she had done to Valtrois just yesterday was now done to her. Even the part Xal'atath had only suggested. "…A boy!"
The massive dick split her pussy in one swift movement and immediately she felt cum filling her hole. It wasn't a display of lacking Endurance. Just the raw amount of power inside him turning Anduin's balls into a swollen sack ready to spurt at every thrust. Such concentrated darkness washed into Xal'atath. Her whole, newly acquired body was suddenly beyond her control, orgasmic ecstasy washing over her, "NOOOOOOOOO," she screamed out as her spine arched up and her eyes rolled up in her skull. Normally, she would have drunk such delicious, concentrated darkness willingly, but this one was not just any Shadow, it was Anduin's Shadow.
And with it came the mane-like marks of deep purple around her smooth pussy.
"What?!" Anduin laughed at her, his open mouth a grin from a nightmare scene. "You suddenly don't want to be bred anymore?! WAS ALL THAT TEASING JUST A LIE YOU SCHEMING SLUT?!" He took his hands of her neck and grabbed her thrashing legs instead, bending her whole body until her kneecaps were right next to her head. For a moment he slipped out of her and his cum began flying over her face, midnight blue hair, and her rolled-up midriff. "Taste me, Xal'atath, you and your kind all about tasting essences, right?!"
To the haunting cackle of the king, her mouth opened against her will. The mark on her body forced her to obey his commands. Imprisoned in a blade since before the arrival of the titans and now that she had gotten out, she immediately overstepped her boundaries. Something she didn't really have time to think about as the terribly delicious taste of her new slaver crossed her now parted lips and caused her shivering orgasm to continue. "No, pleeasshheeee," she groaned as her tongue scooped more and more of the seed inside her mouth. There was a lot more where it came from and it continued to rain down on her face. "I jussssht wahnt to be freeee."
"Should have thought about that before double-crossing me, you bitch," Anduin shrieked, slapping his girth on her pussy lips and shallowly grinding over them as he continued cumming. The height of that ecstasy was the darkened king barely noticed. The only thing he derived pleasure from in these moments was pure domination. Although his lust certainly helped fuel that. "You are such a wet slut, they should have sealed you away in some sort of masturbation device. What a sorry state for an Old God to be in."
"Hoooow do you knooow?!" she managed to gargle out. The answer came in the form of Anduin invading her mind as easily as she had done with most of her wielders over the years. He ripped in there and rummaged through her secrets, the king had access to secrets the Lords only gave to those they personally flung across the darkness of space now. "Get out! GEEET OUUUUT!" she threw all her power behind these words.
Anduin froze, both his body and inside her mind, he even stopped his rain of seed for the moment. For a moment, she dared to hope it had worked. "Oh, oh no, Xal'atath," then came the quiet, giggling whisper of the man she had personally driven mad with an excess of power. He pulled back, the tip of his cock once again aligning with her pussy entrance. "I am going so deep into you that you are going to choose me over your precious Lords."
She wanted to doubt that but his blue glowing eyes reflected the mad drive to do so. While the Lords were infinitely more powerful than this man, they were also locked far outside the physical universe. Unlike the Light, they were also entirely undecisive. Could it perhaps be that they picked this man over her? Was that where his insane strength came from? Impossible, the Shadow didn't bless people at random.
Then it could only have been his own willpower.
"I am going to fill you up with all of this darkness you put inside me," Anduin proved that theory right with just two sentences. "Then the Light will return to me and I will both be in equilibrium and have a new cocksleeve." He grabbed her lower tights much more tightly than was comfortable for Xal'atath. "DOESN'T THAT JUST SOUND GREAT?!"
"Noooo, pleashe, no, I beg yooouhhh, your majheshty!" she slurred, her mouth still wide open. Then words died completely when Anduin entered her the second time. The penetration along with the seed filling her womb immediately made her cum. She had thought this form would allow her to mess with the mortals easier, turn eyes and heads, now the immense sexiness was to her detriment as the lack of tentacles, teeth and eyes meant she had nothing to deter the man in front of her from desiring her worldly flesh. "Leeeeeet me rooooam freeeee."
"The only thing you are free to do is to cum on my cock," Anduin stated and immediately caused her orgasm to double in intensity. "SLUT, WHORE, A COMMON BITCH IS WHAT YOU ARE! HOLD YOUR OWN DAMN LEGS YOU USELESS CUNT!" Her body obeyed before her mind had a chance to react and the mark around her pussy rewarded her with yet more pleasure. She was barely able to tell anymore where up or down was anymore, her entire body just writhing as it absorbed the ridiculous amount of semen. At least that was an advantage of her alien physiology, she wouldn't be bloating like a balloon under this endless pumping of semen.
"Pleassheeeee," she still could do nothing more but beg in the rare cases that she got a word out. Every time she did, Anduin slapped her across the face with his right, his left continuing to clamp down on her windpipe.
"You still don't get how this goes," Anduin ridiculed her straight to her face. "'Please, please, please'," he mocked in a high-pitched voice, a bad imitation of her own. "You are my slave now, I am your master, if you beg, SAY IT. SAY 'MASTER'."
"Mmmmmaaaa-," everything inside her struggled against it, teeth clenching together. In response, the mark seeped every feeling from her body. Joy, pleasure, even sadness and hopelessness. One by one, they were dulled. The emptiness should have brought relief, but instead an unsettling quiet took their place. It was just nothing, she was just nothing. Even for a being of a void, or perhaps especially for such a being that was used to the constant madness of the cosmos writhing against it, this peace and quiet was unbearable. "Maaasssss," a bit of feeling returned to her. "Masssssssteee-" still she struggled.
"SAY IT!" Anduin bellowed again.
"MASTEEEEEEEEEER!" she screamed out and all the feeling returned together with one gargantuan load flooding her gulping womb. Every time she thought it was impossible to feel more pleasure, the High King proved her wrong. The return of her orgasms to her conscious came together with the full-impact of another one.
The cloak of shadows around Anduin's form grew thinner, but as slow as his reason returned his madness was still stronger. At the very least, his constant cum-splattering was over for good now. He was still inside her, soaking inside her black pussy juices that doubled as an aphrodisiac that could be absorbed directly through the skin. "What a good little cumbucket you are," he hummed. "Did you mean it when you called me master?"
"Yes," Xal'atath slowly recovered. Given the moment
"Don't lie."
"No," Xal'atath teared up a little and immediately felt ridiculous. She had been a god, a being that could create life from her thoughts alone. Now she was to be a slut to this mere man? Impossible. She would struggle even if it killed her. But that emptiness…
"I will make you mean it," Anduin growled in an unsteady tone, hovering between incredible deep and very high. Then he suddenly smirked. "See, I want to try a little experiment. I know I can make you sluts feel on command but can I alter your perception if I want to?" Xal'atath's eyes widened and she shook her head in an attempt to negotiate, but the darkened king was already moving his lips again. "How about 'Your pain is now intense pleasure'?"
Directly after saying that, he slapped her across the face. The reaction was immediate, her juices splashing against Anduin's crotch. Intensely enjoying this, he slapped her a couple more times. The imprints of his hand on her face never lasted for more than a second. Her regenerative factor wasn't as absurd as G'huuns, but for some bruises it was more than enough.
"Now, if that works… your sensitivity is now doubled," he moved on to pinching her blue nipples. He made a grimace as that only got a loud moan out of her. "Double again," he growled, pulling at her large tits, she shouted, "Double again," she screamed as the mere pull and the girth of his quivering cock inside her drenched pussy was enough to send her over the edge. "Double again! DOUBLE AGAIN! DOUBLE AGAIN! DOU…" she shouted again and again.
At some point her ears no longer registered the perception of her newly created body was gone. Completely gone. There were only two things. Her own pleasure, a tormenting ecstasy beyond anything even gods were supposed to feel. There was not a being in creation that could have withstood this and it all radiated from the hips that began thrusting in and out of her without remorse.
Xal'atath was lying in the scattered ashes of the fight and all her body could do was quiver weakly, like she was a ragdoll that shook in an earthquake. Anduin was kneeling in a practical lake of her juices. His hips rammed against her cushion of a perfect ass over and over again. Her followed the sway of her cum-glistening tits with laughing eyes.
He came inside her one more time and that load was the one that weakened the Shadow enough for his common sense to make somewhat of a return. "You are freed from my earlier commands," he stated and Xal'atath felt her mind rapidly recover. To the shaking of yet more orgasms, of course.
"Haaa… haaaa," the Old Goddess almost laughed as she shivered in bliss. "Try as you might, your majesty, but you are not a master of mine."
"Is that so…?" Anduin wondered and looked at her unbloated stomach. He understood what she had been doing, but another question was more urgent. "You remain not carrying of a heir of mine, is this correct?"
"…Yes," she could only answer truthfully.
"The next time I cum inside you, you will let my seed fertilize you and you will carry a proper, powerful human offspring," he told her and then started moving again.
That was too much. "You cannot be serious… a HUMAN I shaaallll… aaaahh… bear… a huuumaaan?!" she voice became more and more distorted as she threw back her head and moaned out loud. The gates of acceptance for her body were now wide open and nothing could convince her instincts that this wasn't a good feeling, no matter how much her expanded mind struggled against it. At the base of it, even Old Gods had simple urges, be it to corrupt, consume or, in her rare case of one of the few female ones of her kind, to breed.
"And I WILL be your master!" Anduin commanded. "The moment you believe it, it will cross your lips!"
"As if that'll hap-" Xal'atath began to redicule but was promptly silenced when one of the tentacles suddenly slid inside her mouth. Another one, she felt pressing against her ass, using her own overflowing juices as lubrication. This more reasonable Anduin saw the tools around him and used them to their full functionality.
"Do not underestimate me again," the High King warned her and put different strategy to use. Rather than blindly violate her every hole, he went about it slowly and with great care not for his, but for her pleasure. Aside from the tentacle in her mouth, solely there to keep quiet her continuous backtalk, every single tendril at Anduin's display was searching for her weak spots. Once one was found, Anduin used it in a rotation of sensual teasing.
His hips moved slowly, his thumb circled her clit with the experience of a seasoned lover. Although this let her exit her orgasmic state, she was now trapped in another state of delight. Rather than constant, nerve-wrecking climaxes she could now enjoy the proper build-up. This was something the Old Goddess had absolutely NO experience with. In the world of dark whispers and manipulations, the only gentle stimulation she knew was that before a backstab.
Xal'atath was being stabbed, alright, but in a wonderful way. Outside of her noticing, her muffled moans began to sound alike the purr of a pleased cat. She could feel his cock pulsating more and more frequently, just as her own orgasm was gently approaching. Then they came at the exact same moment. Not an unnatural climax triggered by his cum blowing inside her. Just a normal one heightened by it. The quivering of her body was gentle, the tentacles that caressed her body and inside her ass freezing to let her shift in her climax freely.
Anduin closed his eyes and just enjoyed his own height. Simultaneously, he concentrated at letting go of all the superfluous darkness inside him. It exited him along with his seed, together with the first bit of Light that reignited in his soul. Together, they mixed inside the voidborne being and reached her womb. In holding with her command, the Old Goddess had a perfectly fertile egg in waiting that conceived without any doubt.
The tentacles of darkness disappeared and Anduin pulled out of Xal'atath to caress her hair. "What are you doing?!" she asked. "I betrayed you. Finish me off or seal me again so we can be done with this."
"I think this was punishment enough," Anduin stated, continuing his gentle gesture. His hand was radiating with warm Light. What should have felt like a glowing hot piece of iron touching her was just… nice and compassionate. It was the first time the voidborne even conceived of these feelings. "If you so desire, I can remove the mark again, but you will have to carry my child."
"…" the former blade could not believe what she had just heard. Enough punishment? There was such a thing? A promised way out? He would just allow her to leave after all of this? 'What foolishness,' she thought, but leaned into his palm without noticing. Into the warmth that her very nature had denied her until today. Compassion, a bond of more than convenience, a tug in her stomach that wasn't the all-consuming hunger of the void.
A hunger that she suddenly felt no more, as if she was sated. The influence of the Void Lords on her mind was as washed away. She had been cut-off. She was now freer than she would have ever been if she had succeeded in killing him. So, what if she just left now?
She could do whatever she want, bathe in the void, seek out another, unclaimed planet and do as her kind did. Bringing chaos and destruction and feeding on it. However, right now she was oddly… sated.
Given time and after being rid of his mark of dominance, she could even get rid of his child. That thought seemed suddenly disgusting to her and before she knew it, a couple of words slipped past her lips. "I do not, master."