Two isn't always better than one (revised)

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Calia and Verandis finally arrived in Dalaran. Proudmoore and Antonidas were shocked upon seeing the two, in which she thought Verandis was secretly a homosexual for wearing women's clothing and that Princess Calia was supposed to be dead and was a suspected undead. Calia and the elf later explained to them how they got to where they were. The elf was given fresh clothing and supplies before leaving the city so he can go back to the Scarlet Monastery. In addition, Proudmoore requested the aid of Ambergate and a handful of mages to help the elf at Tirisfall. She later instructed them to go to go to the Light's Hope Chapel where Verandis can find other ex-members of the Silver Hand.

When Ambergate, Verandis and their goons went to the Light's Hope chapel. They were welcomed by Maxwell Tyrosus and introduced themselves as the Argent Dawn. While Verandis was alone, an Argent dawn member named Darion Mograine approached him and insisted he join him in the upcoming raid against the Crusade. He also stated that he knew of him and his deeds in Silvermoon, then let him in on a secret – Jaina Proudmoore had successfully resurrected Arthas using the Star of Azura and that he is now banished and is currently living with Tirion Fordring, he also assured him that Arthas's rampancy had been cured. Verandis asked for Arthas's location to tell him about the news of his sister, but Mograine stated that he is hiding in seclusion and that the prince would come and see him when the "time is right."

Verandis and his gang went towards Tirisfall, but to their surprise the amount of undead they faced along their journey increased exponentially. They thought the undead activity should decrease because the scourge was defeated in Silvermoon and Frostmourne was destroyed. Mograine feared that the increased undead activity in Lordaeron would have security issues in the neighboring kingdoms, so he requested Ambergate to go to Dalaran and inform Jaina.

This left only Mograine and Galerion and their goons to take over the Cathedral. He and the elf forced their way inside with Mograine wielding the Corrupted Ashbringer, and Verandis with his conjured weapons and spells. Mograine confronted Renault while Verandis searched for the fragments of Dawnbreaker. While searching, the elf suddenly was attacked by Saidan Dathrohan and Sally Whitemane. Verandis was getting his ass whooped by the two until a familiar acquaintance of the elf suddenly appeared and helped out – it was King Varian's advisor – Katrana Prestor. Prestor and Galerion made quick work of the two where Dathrohan was incapacitated and revealed to be a Dreadlord named Balnazzar. Sally Whitemane was about to be executed by Prestor, but Verandis insisted that she'd be taken as prisoner and be brought to Stormwind for "questioning."

Darion settled his business with his brother, Renault, where it ultimately resulted with the latter being executed by their father's ghost. Verandis then requested Mograine to execute Balnazzar with the corrupted Ashbringer which Darion gladly obliged. However, Balnazzar offered Verandis something to spare his life - A staff that would equal Dawnbreaker's power – Light's Wrath. The elf was about to accept, until Whitemane, who felt betrayed by the revelation of Dathrohan being a dreadlord, warned the crazed elf that the staff was corrupted and will likely kill him.

The raid inside the monastery was a success: Balnazzar was killed, Mograine brought justice to his father, and the fragments of Dawnbreaker were retrieved and ready to be blessed by the Argent Dawn. However, after leaving the monastery while on their way back to Light's Hope, Prestor convinced the two to rest for a while, where she sprung her trap. Out came a black haired man wearing black armour that looked suspiciously Breton-like to Verandis. His suspicions were true as he introduced himself as an Imperial man named Titus Valerius where he said to the elf "Mannimarco sends his regards" before attacking the two men. Valerius overpowered the two resulting in Mograine getting killed. Galerion picked up the Corrupted Ashbringer, but the sword was too bulky and heavy, so he fought him with spells. The two men fought to a stalemate until Prestor intervened where she used Ashbringer to strike the elf down, but the elf survived albeit severely wounded.

Valerius was about to execute him, but Prestor said he shouldn't because Kael'thas Sunstrider would be looking for him and doing so would escalate tensions between Quel'Thalas and Stormwind, so Prestor decided to dispose of him without blood being spilled. In her dragon form, Onyxia, Prestor carried the unconscious Verandis and flew to the Alcaz Island. She and mages of the Defias Brotherhood casted a ritual to spit the elf into two clones: one being a non perverted gentlemanly version of himself and the other weak minded. The two copies were tied up. Onyxia wants the noble copy and the other one killed, but when she was about to kill one of them, Nagas started appearing. Onyxia and her goons were caught by surprise since prior to the ritual they thought Alcaz island was barren. While their captors were engaged in combat, the two Verandis clones broke from their bonds. The weak minded one avoided combat and hid like a little bitch before getting captured by the Naga. The gentlemanly Verandis, on the other hand, fought like a madman and killed scores of Naga, Brotherhood goons, and anthropomorphic dragons. Onyxia casted a charm spell on him while he was busy fighting brotherhood bandits, this made him subservient to her.

1 month later

While absent, Gelerion's duties were taken over by Magister Rommath until the charmed elf showed up. Sylvanas asked him where Dawnbreaker was, but told her it is in safe keeping within the Stormwind vaults. He said that its power must be contained and that nobody even he must wield it. She thought something was off with Verandis and thought that he should be too power-hungry to just let go of Dawnbreaker like that. She also noticed that he was being more and more distant to herself and Nathanos and even his friends in the magistrate. Despite of it all, over time she grew more and more appreciative of his formality and gentlemanly etiquette despite the dramatic change. He even stopped doing Skooma and getting drunk. Most importantly, she noticed he completely abstained from his stomach fetish, as a result, the old midriff baring Farstrider armour was back in service and Verandis surprisingly never stared at her ranger's abdomens nor were there any stomach-related incidents involving women which he was usually the suspect.

On his first peacekeeping operation since his absence, against the trolls outside of the Elwynn Forest, Verandis had gotten so brutal with his treatment of trolls, sparing no one. Syl thought this was uncharacteristic of him because he always spared the women and children. The most striking change was the fact that he often leaves Silvermoon without leave.

Meanwhile the weak minded Verandis washed up on the shores of Durotar where upon waking up had no recollection of who he was or who he is. He was then kidnapped by orc slave traders lead by Rehgar Earthfury and taken to Ogrimmar as a gladiator. This was when he got introduced to two elves he became friends with: a night elf man named Broll Bearmantle and a beautiful High Elf named Valeera Sanguinar. Valeera noticed Verandis's Dalaran robes indicating his status as a high ranking mage. She asked him if he was a member of the Kirin Tor, but he answered with 'I don't know.'

Broll, Valeera, and the weak minded Verandis were dragged into the crimson arena to train as fighters. Verandis as a gladiator, was horrible. Most of the time, he hid behind either Broll or Sanguinar and was only able to help them through healing spells and magical armour protection with his restoration and alteration magic respectively. In individual fights, he'd constantly run away and blast destruction spells to the displeasure of the crowd. Nonetheless, bout after bout, the trio survived.

Meanwhile in Silvermoon, Sylvanas went up to Sunstrider Spire to see the noble Verandis who was in his study writing on parchment.

"What happened to you, Verandis?"

"Nothing. I don't get what you're going on about, Ranger General. I'm just doing business as usual." He said in a cold monotonous tone.

She sighed and sat on the side of the desk. "Why is it that you felt the need to slowly torture before killing the Trolls in that peacekeeping raid yesterday?"

"I was just…"

"No, no, no. Let me finish. You hacked on their legs with a dull sword, inserted spikes under their fingernails, took out their eyes with wooden spoons, flayed the soles of their feet and made them walk on grass…"

"Ranger General, if I may…"

"Oh, no. That's not all what the scouts reported – You finally killed them by pointing your flame spell on their faces. It was reported they died very slowly."

"Then I'm sorry if it's not up to standard. My means of dispatch, I mean."

She guffawed. "Sorry?" She stood up. "Anyway. One other thing – where were you going when you frequently absented without leave?"

He stopped writing and stood erect. "Stormwind."

Her brows tilted. "Why?"

"I'm seeing someone."

She pursed her lips and inhaled deep. She then forced a smirk. "Who's the lucky girl, then?"

"Katrana Prestor."

"Wow. She approves of your kink?"

"My what now?"

"Your kink. Your stomach fetish."

His brows furrowed in confusion. "I'm sorry. I do not have that, nor do I recall having that."

"Huh?"

He went back to his writings to avoid the topic. "I'm currently writing my resignation letter. It would seem that Silvermoon would be better off without my services."

"What about your oath? You swore to King Anasterian Sunstrider."

"Then I will renounce that oath in front of him. I'd Kill him if he rejects."

She shook her head. "Verandis, what the hell is gotten into you?" she sighed. "What about that prophecy? You still remember that?"

"I don't care. Medivh is a loony. His predictions failed because they were not going to happen in the first place."

"It failed because we stopped it. With your help."

He guffawed. "Had I not been here, Arthas would've likely reached the Sunwell and got burnt up by its waters." He spread his hands. "Same results."

She looked at him with a mean stare and slowly shook his head. "You have no idea."

He said nothing.

Verandis later renounced his Thalassian citizenship and went to parts unknown while occasionally visiting Stormwind to be intimate with Prestor. Months passed by, Silvermoon hadn't encountered anything weird up until there was a recent encounter in Eversong woods where Lor'themar Theron shot and killed an unknown creature. He reported the find to Windrunner, and when she came to take a look, she knew she had to find Verandis. The creature looked like a dragonkin, but it had scales that looked gator-like. It matched the description of one of the monsters Verandis had fought in his stories about the oblivion crisis – the creature was a Daedroth – a Tamrielic creature. Sylvanas was alarmed by this and sent an envoy to speak with Katrana Prestor, but she was obstinate about letting his whereabouts secret. Frustrated with her, she decided to employ a mercenary who also happens to know the elf well - Ambergate.

Ambergate was given some gold to investigate the elf, and after a month he went to Silvermoon to reveal his findings: He found out that Verandis did not immediately report to Tyrosus nor Proudmoore about Mograine's death, instead he went straight to Stormwind and sought out Katrana Prestor before giving Dawnbreaker to her, but Dawnbreaker was not complete, because it was missing the crystal on the hilt thus it can't be reforged. He told her Ashbringer was currently at the hands of the man who attacked Verandis and killed Mograine in Lordaeron and is currently unknown where he is. The most significant information he brought her was that he found out through eavesdropping on Prestor that there were two clones of Verandis: one being the elf who appeared to them, and another one reported to be imprisoned within Horde territory.

Syl then gave Ambergate more gold to travel to Orgrimmar to investigate, which he agreed to. After another month, he returned. He found out that the other Verandis had become a Gladiator within the Crimson Arena.

"Could there be other Verandis's out there doing Light knows what?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I don't think so. If there were any, they would've been noticed by people by now. Verandis is quite popular outside of Quel'thalas, believe it or not."

"Okay, how can you be sure that this guy is the real Verandis?"

"He was the only blonde short eared elf there. Who else in the whole of Azeroth who looks like a Thalassian with human brows and short pointed ears?"

She furrowed her brows. "Fair enough. You mentioned he was a gladiator."

"A champion gladiator! He had earned the respect of those goons. He is heralded as this arena champion, Lo'Gosh."

"Hmmm. Interesting. What's Lo'Gosh like?"

"Believe it or not, he's a badass. I got to see his fights. The best one was when he and his blood elf and night elf friends got mortally wounded and drained after a series of fights, yet they were forced to fight this guy named Hyku Steeledge. Man! I was about to jump over and grab Lo'gosh out, but damn! He stood up for his friends and manhandled the guy in singles combat."

"Damn."

"Yeah. He took him down with some sort of shout, I believe. He shouted some gibberish, then a loud thunder shook the entire arena. Next thing we know, Steeledge was flat on his ass then Lo'Gosh punched his head till his brains came out."

"Aye. I only saw him use this once. It was when he fought Arthas. He called it 'Unrelenting force'."

He chucked for a moment. "There's just a massive problem with him: not only is he amnesic, he is also..."

"Out with it."

"He's been acting like a pussy. Screaming like a girl and running like a chicken in the arena grounds. Granted, he always wins, but still."

"I don't recall him being scared of anything. It would seem the two Verandises have personality issues."

"Yes. The other one seems to be too formal."

"I don't really mind that from him."

Ambergate then shifted to a more personal topic.

He whispered. "You and I, we know Verandis has… exotic tastes when it comes to what he does in the bed. Do you agree?"

Sylvanas felt her stomach lurch and then covered her mouth.

"You too, huh?"

She swallowed. "Shut up! It was at the heat of the moment. We were almost entirely slaughtered by the Scourge and I was really thankful that he saved us, so I agreed to sleep with him when he asked."

"Hmmm. Then you found out what a freak he was?"

"Yes. He antagonized my innards to the point of me throwing up multiple times."

"Damn."

"He even put all the food I threw up in containers. I believe he keeps them for sentimental reasons."

The mage laughed. "Wait… what? He kept your vomit?"

"Hmm, hmm. They're in his flat up Sunstrider Spire. There are two glass jars containing mine. He even labeled them with my full name."

"Fucking hell."

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Meanwhile in Thunder Bluff

The trio won the Crimson ring tournament, however Valeera was separted from Broll and Lo'Gosh when Earthfury sold her to a Tauren named Helka Grimmtotem, much to Lo'Gosh's displeasure. Earthfury then took the two men to the Pools of Visions. This was so they can see through each gladiator's past so shamans can forecast their future, thus helping Lo'Gosh find his true identity.

In the Ritual, Lo'Gosh saw visions of his past in Tamriel. He saw his half-brother, Mankar Camoran, gift him the status of Dragonborn as he was wrapped in chains refusing to accept. He also saw himself fleeing Cyrodiil from the Mythic dawn when he refused to take over Camoran's place when he was slain by the Hero of Kvatch. He then saw snippets of his adventures in Skyrim and Azeroth including his legendary battle with Arthas. The last vision he saw was Sylvanas Windrunner holding his arm as they watched the stars atop Sunstrider Spire. Alas, the visons were interrupted when a massive water elemental started attacking them. Fortunately for them, the creature was delt with.

From the Ritual, he learned enough information on who he was – a high ranking mage with friends in high places. The two were taken as guests of honor inside Hamuul Runetotem's hut as thanks for dealing with the creature lurking in the ritual site. While they were being fed Horde lore, which Lo'Gosh found boring, Broll noticed a Hippogryph feather inside the tent. Broll then told Lo'Gosh that he needed that feather to summon a creature named Sharptalon who will fly them out of Ogrimmar. Strangely enough, the shaman gave them that very feather as a gift after the boring lore session, they were also given supplies and rations.

Sharptalon was summoned and came to help the two, but Lo'Gosh insisted that Sharptalon drop him off to Grimtotem's camp so he can rescue Sanguinar. Broll quarelled with Lo'Gosh telling him they have to get out and go to Darnassus as soon as possible, then they can worry about Sanguinar.

"No. I… I… I just can't leave Lady Sanguinar out there. You can go to Darnassus by yourself." Lo'Gosh said.

"This is our only chance of escaping, are you mad?"

"Rehgar wouldn't be too alarmed if you escaped. He would If I were. I'm his M.V.P."

"Damn it. If you were going out to pursue Sanguinar and you're not around when he's looking for you, you'd still be considered an escapee." He extended his hand. "Just come on. Let's go."

"I'm serious. I'm very scared to do it, but…" Lo'Gosh reached down his pocket and produced a crystal ball. "This was in my person when I got beached. I do not know what it is, but it's been sealed tight in a leather pouch." He placed the crystal on Broll's hand.

"Lo'Gosh…"

"I doubt Lo'Gosh is my real name. You see, during the ritual, I saw visions. They're very unfamiliar, but the last image I saw was that of a woman. She was a high elf like Valeera. The woman looked to me like my wife or a sister, maybe. She could be my mom, for all I know."

Broll sighed and pocketed the crystal. "I guess you want me to find her and give her this?"

"Yes. Ask her what she knows about it if it rings a bell."

"What does she look like?"

"A light skinned elf with blue eyes."

"Damn it, be specific! What dress does she wear? Did you hear her name in the vision? Is she a commoner, a serf, a noble?"

He closed his eyes, trying to remember the vision. "Don't know her name. She wears a blue hood and a cape… She is an archer… she has a quiver on her back."

"Light skinned elven archer with blue eyes, wearing a hood and a cape. Got it."

"She's also very beautiful."

"Uh… okay. I'll first go to Darnassus and report to my superior, Tyrande Whisperwind. She'll help with finding your woman and find someone to restore your memories."

"Good." Replied Lo'Gosh before he walked towards the Hippogryph.

"Hey!"

The Altmer turned. "What?"

"Keep yourself and Sanguinar alive. I swear we'll come for you as soon as we can."

"Send the night elves my regards."

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The elf was trembling as he watched Helka Grimtotem sleep on her hammock. He was dropped off to her camp by Sharptalon and got to her tent through stealth. Helka was lying on her back, so her throat was exposed. Lo'Gosh carefully unsheathed his sword and was about to strike her throat but he was distracted by Helka's stomach growling.
Lo'Gosh was strangely aroused by the sound and felt his penis starting to go erect. "Fuck" he said.

The Tauren woman heard him and opened her eyes. "Who's there?"

The elf knew he couldn't kill her quick enough to not cause any alarm from the guards outside because Taurens are noisy and boisterous in fights, and she's hard enough to take down. He decided to quickly cast a magical sound barrier on the tent, but doing this made him come out of invisibility.

"Lo'Gosh! What are you doing here?" Asked Helka.

The Elf got terrified and stumbled back. "uh… I'm… I'm here for Valeera Sanguinar. W-Where are you keeping her?"

"Don't act tough, coward!" She got up and grabbed her axe and stood up. "Out of respect, champion. I'm going to let this intrusion slide. Why don't you go back to Rehgar's camp before I kill you."

Lo'Gosh's spell worked. She shouted but no guards came in. He now needs to interrogate the Tauren about Valeera's whereabouts without causing the tent to shake.

Lo'Gosh readied his paralysis spell. "N-no! Tell where she is or… I'll… I'll kill you!"

"How romantic. The coward showing courage to save his friend." She laughed.

"Damn right. Where is she?"

"Prepare to die, puny elf!"

She raised her axe, but was struck by the paralysis spell, staggering her.

"What the!" Lo'Gosh exclaimed as he was astounded that she didn't collapse on the ground.

Helka got weakened by the spell, yet pressed on and raised her axe again. Doing so left her torso open. Suddenly she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her stomach, and looked down to see a sword buried in her middle abdomen. She felt cold steel touching her guts. This made her let out a moan.

Lo'Gosh took the blade out and kicked her on the face, knocking her down on the ground. "I ask again: where is Valeera Sanguinar?"

"Gulk!" she retched then blood and bile came out of her mouth. She looked down to see her intestines were starting to come out of her open wound. "You'll pay for this. Guards! Guards!"

"No one can hear you scream, cow. The tent is enchanted with a sound barrier."

Lo'Gosh looked at the state of her: She was holding her exposed protruding entrails while coughing. This made penis fully erect and heart pump fast. He was now feeling his hormones rise.

The Tauren gathered the strength to crawl on her knees to retrieve her axe while her left hand held on to her guts, however Lo'Gosh punted her in the stomach, injuring her exposed intestines. This made her scream in agony and then curl up to her side.

The elf was being strangely sexually aroused by the sight of it all despite her being a Tauren whom he never even found remotely attractive in any way.

"Where is Valeera Sanguinar."

"Go fuck yourself, Lo'Gosh."

The elf blasted her with a series of paralysis spells that made her immobile. He then made her lay down on the ground and tied her limbs with chains he conjured. The Tauren was essentially bound on the ground. She screamed and tried to squirm when the spell wore off, but she couldn't break away from her binds. Helka has her stomach open and guts out unable to move.

A part of Verandis has come back into Lo'Gosh for he could no longer resist wanting to open her abdomen and explore her anatomy. "Where are you keeping Valeera?"

The tauren was silent.

"Okay."

Lo'Gosh proceeded to cut an opening off the leather jerkin Helka was wearing, exposing her abdomen in its entirety. He then removed his right boot to expose his smelly foot and then he stepped on her exposed guts.

"Aaargh!" Helka screamed in pain and agony.

When Lo'Gosh put his entire weight on his foot, it pushed her innards back as it went inside the Tauren's abdomen. His foot up to his lower shin was basically inside her. He could feel the Tauren's massive rumen under his soles and her intestines on the phalanges of his feet.

"Where are you keeping Valeera?" He asked as he put on more weight.

Helka's rumen was one of her 4 stomachs and is the biggest organ in a Tauren's digestive system. It was the organ he was stepping on and was being squeezed between her spine and his foot. She retched then vomited some of the nuts she had earlier that night.

Lo'Gosh then proceeded to wiggle his toes inside, scratching the tauren's organs with his unkempt nails. This made her experience sharp stabbing pain in her guts that made her vomit more. Helka vomited a lot, but her Rumen still contained a lot of her food, so whenever the crazed elf trampled on her guts, bloody pine nuts and pollen would come flowing out of her mouth.

The elf realized he was technically torturing an animal, a Tauren, whom are anthropomorphized cattle. "Fuck! What am I doing?" He got his foot out of her open abdomen and sat down to gather himself.

The vomit ridden Helka finally spoke albeit mumbly and weak. "J-Just… Just k-kill me, Lo'Gosh. End my Suffering." She said before she vomited again.

"I can heal you. Put your guts back and stich you up, just tell me where you're keeping my friend."

"No. Just cut my head off and put me out of my misery."

He slowly stood up and took a deep breath. He calmed down a bit, but his animalistic urges were still raging. The elf glanced at the wound that he made worse by trampling on it. Her white innards moving inside making grumbling sounds. Helka vomited letting out streams of half-digested blood-stained food on the ground. When she would throw up, he watched her exposed innards contract and squirm.

Lo'Gosh knelt down and conjured a dagger and split her abdomen open lengthwise. He then cut two horizontal cuts across her solar plexus and pubic region. This way he was able to part her abdomen in two slabs of flesh.

"Your stomach is so big! Many times bigger than that of an orc's."

"Lo'Gosh, you monster!" she shouted before she involuntarily vomited.

The elf picked up her massive stomach and studied it. "You have a weird stomach." He then squeezed her rumen by hugging it tight and watched her face to see what would happen.

Helka burped and then puked.

"This is fun! Anyway, last chance. Where are you keeping Valeera?"

The Tauren wanted to talk, but she just couldn't stop herself from vomiting and retching.

Lo'Gosh has once again become Verandis - the maniacal viscera fetishist. "Well? Painful death it is!" he shouted then laughed.

Helka let out a blood curdling scream when she felt intense stabbing pain. When she looked down, she saw the elf biting her exposed rumen. The Tauren could do nothing but squirm, thrash, and vomit.

This went on and on until she couldn't vomit any more, not because her rumen was empty, but because the maniacal elf tore it open with his dull teeth, rendering the organ unable to function properly. The elf then inserted his hand inside the hole he bit off and rummaged through the contents of her stomach like it were a sack.

"This is fun!" he said as he scooped out some of her digested with his hands then threw them on the ground. "You Taurens must really love nuts and cereal."

Helka gave in. "Alright! I'll tell you where she is." She was now sobbing.

"A Tauren crying? Wow!" he said all while continuing to play with her damaged stomach.

"She is being kept in a cage just west of here. Please, just kill me now."

"Hold on."

"You got what came here for. Now, kill me! Tear those guts out of my stomach and strangle me with my own insides. Pull my heart out of my chest and keep it as your trophy. Just kill me!" she cried again. "Please!"

Conscience eventually came to him making him feel guilty of what he was doing to the Tauren. He scrambled away from her and retrieved his sword, Steeledge. He took another look at her: her vomit covered face wore sad lonesome eyes and a mucus riddled snout, her guts spilled out of her open abdomen, the organs moving, spilling their contents out of the gaping hole on her damaged stomach.

"What the fuck has gotten into me?" He dropped the sword. "No. How about this – I'll heal you and let you live, as long as you release all of your gladiators."

She vomited blood. "Oh, my guts!" she said. "I would… I would happily let them go, but…" she puked again. "… but you… You gutted me too hard, Lo'Gosh. I'm a goner."

Lo'Gosh carefully put her intestines back inside her abdomen then channeled his entire magicka into a healing spell as potent as he could make it. "Here it goes... I hope I don't fuck this up."

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Valeera Sanguinar woke up when she heard the hoof steps nearing her cage. She slowly sat up, rubbed her eyes and glanced at the gate. The early morning light made her make out a bovine figure approaching her cell.

"Valeera. You're free to go."

"Really? But…"

She saw another figure, jogging behind the Tauren towards the cell.

"By the Light! Lo'Gosh!" she exclaimed.

The Tauren unlocked the gate. Just after the gate opened, she stormed out and ran to hug the elf.

"I missed you so much." She said while hugging him tight. "How did you convince her to get me out?"

Lo'Gosh glanced at Helka who was pouting and shaking her head.

"Valeera, we have to go now."

The Tauren spoke. "There will be no doubt Rehgar Earthfury will be looking for you sooner or later. Now, both of you. Get out of this place before I change my mind."

"Yes, ma'am." Said the Altmer.

He grabbed her by the wrist and lead her out.

Lo'Gosh and Valeera sought refuge inside a Wyvern cave shortly after, hiding from Rehgar Earthfury's goons. They later found out that the cave was inhabited by a Wyvern. Out of fear, Lo'Gosh and Valeera slew the thing and kept the cave for themselves.

"So, how did you manage to convince her to let me out?"

Valeera and Lo'Gosh were siting beside a fire partaking on the rations given to the altmer by the shaman.

He sighed. "I… uhm… I… I turned crazy and…"

"Please tell me. There's nothing to scared of. I won't judge."

Lo'Gosh told her all the grim details of what he done to Helka Grimtotem.

"At the time… I wasn't myself. I became unhinged and deranged." He looked at her in the eyes. "Maybe… maybe that's who I was… and maybe that's who I am."

"Well, remind me not to make you angry." She said jokingly. "Seriously, though, when we were fighting in the Arena, you were always scared. You never sought out violence, but when you had to kill, you never took any enjoyment and even apologized on occasion."

"Yes. What I did to her… was out of lust. I was horny."

"By the light."

"The sight of her exposed organs, the gurgles of her guts, her vomit spilling on the ground, and the sight of her grimacing face while I eviscerated her alive… I was enjoying them. I was enjoying them too much, my sword down south had gotten so hard."

She set her food down and sat next to him.

"Lo'Gosh, or whatever you name is, you need help... serious help." She grabbed him by the arm. "Maybe we can start now. What do you say?"

He stared blankly at the cave entrance and saying nothing.

"I believe you have something called a fetish. You got sexually attracted to Grimtotems intestines."

"Yes. I think I did."

"Okay. Someday you will be meeting your significant other, your girlfriend, or wife or… husband if you're into that?"

He shook his head. "I'm heterosexual."

"Okay. You shouldn't be doing that to women, understand?" she shook him. "Hey. Look at me. You cannot do that to anyone. That is life threatening."

He pursed his lips and nodded.

"Normally men are attracted to our bosoms, our buttocks, and our sexual organs. Are you attracted to those at all?"

"I don't think so."

Her brows askew. "Really?"

"No. I think i'm only attracted to a woman's organs of digestion, stomach sounds, and vomit."

"I propose a test."

"Okay…"

"Splendid. Remove your armor, please."

"Okay..." he said before stripping down to his gambeson.

"Topless, please."

"Fine." He removed the gambeson. "I don't know what this is supposed to be. A test or are you trying to..."

"Hush." Lo'Gosh did so and Valeera rested her right hand on Lo'Gosh's chest, feeling his heart beat. "Okay, now I want you to grab my boobs."

"Uh… why?"

"Just…" Valeera took his left hand and pressed it on her chest. To her surprise, his heart didn't beat faster which should indicate signs of excitement. "Oh wow. You're right. You're not a vanilla man."

"No need to show me your pussy, Valeera. I'm not attracted to that, either."

"You'd be sorry because it's pink and tight." She said jokingly.

"Good for you... and your future husband."

"Aye." Valeera stretched her arms. "Okay, now I must teach you to satisfy your fetish without hurting your partner too much."

"I… I don't think that's possible. I'm better off being abstinent, failing that I'll have my nuts cut off."

"You saved my life twice, Lo'Gosh. Helping you get through this is the least that I can do." She got up and removed her armour, stripping down to only her brown bra and underwear.

"Valeera…"

"I'm going to teach you how to properly treat a lady, despite having those sick desires."

Lo'Gosh immediately stared at her toned abdomen. Her belly button was teardrop shaped. Her abs had square protrusions that defined her rectus abdominis. Her side obliques were well defined as well.

She noticed and giggled. "Control yourself. You don't want to eviscerate a friend, do you?"

"No."

"Good." She then stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. Her abdomen just inches from his face. "So, what makes my stomach appealing to you?"

"Fucking hell, Valeera. I'm getting a hardon." He said while hyperventilating.

"Shhh. Deep breaths. Nothing to be ashamed of." She said and began stroking his head. "It's alright."

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck!"

She pointed at the pile of hay they used as makeshift cushioning. "You should lay down for a bit."

He nodded and was led to the pile.

She continued to finish her food and drink while waiting for the altmer to stop hyperventilating. When he had calmed down, he approached the elf and laid beside him. "Suppose I were an immortal creature. You can do whatever you want to me no matter how sick it is... what would you do? Hmmm?"

He glanced at her stomach. "I would... umm.."

"You can touch it" she said.

"Can I lay on it?"

She laughed and laid down on her back. "Alright, friend. I fully consent." Valeera beckoned to him then guided his head to rest her stomach. She felt his head was dripping with sweat as he laid on her. "Make yourself comfortable down there."

"Your stomach is much noisier than Helka's." he said, commenting on her gut sounds.

"Now, where were we? Oh, yes. Suppose I were immortal and can't be harmed by anything, what would you do to me?" Valeera's stomach can feel his head get warmer and sweatier.

He turned, laying his other ear on her middle abs. He can now see her voluptuous breasts and beautiful face. "In an ideal situation like that, I would force feed you massive amounts of food. And then I'd tie you down on a rack that elevates the small of your back, that way your stomach is arched."

"Oh my."

He rested his left hand on her solar plexus and traced the outline of her ribs and sternum. "I would punch you in the stomach so hard that you'd throw up."

"Goodness me."

He took a deep breath and exhaled. "After that, I'd put you on a paralysis, then cut open your abdomen. Then I'd punch through the opened area.

"Ugh... I will definitely throw up from that because you'd be punching my delicate defenseless organs."

"Then I would pull your innards out and kiss them, shake, and squeeze them. Make noises out of your guts. I'll also fill you up again and watch the food go in your stomach."

"Okay, let me guess - you're gonna make my stomach full and squeeze it?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll be like... Hueerk!" she made a funny retching sound then giggled. "I'd be like a fountain. Continuously spewing out puke. Not the type of fountain you'd love in your garden. Haha."

He proceeded to gently press her stomach with his free hand making the food her stomach slosh.

Valeera giggled. "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah." He said then continued to press her stomach more making more sounds.

"I drank a lot of water. Anyway, after you squeezed out my stomach, what's next?"

"Make you puke up the contents of your intestines. I'd squeeze them and force the contents of your intestines up your stomach..."

"Err... That's disgusting."

He heard Valeera's stomach lurch and bubbled under his ear. "I heard your stomach make a funny sound. What happened there?"

She burped. "Gag reflex, but real this time. Go on continue."

"Once your stomach is full of your gut contents, I'd either squeeze it..." he put his hand on her solar plexus again and agitated her stomach, making splashing sounds inside her. He looked at her beautiful face and noticed her grimacing.

"By the light. You are sadistic."

"...I'd either squeeze your stomach and make you puke or I'd bite your stomach open and the contents would burst out."

Valeera's stomach rumbled violently. "Okay, stop."

"Your stomach is getting noisier."

"That's because I'm getting nauseous from your wordings." she sighed and playfully patted his head.

"Sorry."

"Obviously, if you do that, I would die if not given healing immediately." she sighed again. "Not in any way shape or form can you slice open anyone to expose their internal organs for your enjoyment."

"I know."

"But, your partner, if she loves you enough and trusts you enough, might let you make her vomit." she stretched her arms and legs out a bit and inhaled, raising Lo'Gosh's head up and down as her stomach inflated and deflated. "I know you're just fighting the urge to antagonize my abdomen right now, but control yourself. My intestines, liver, and stomach are my vital organs. I need them to digest the food I ate so I can continue living. They're not meant to be exposed to the open air or squeezed."

He didn't reply.

She continued. "If I were to consent to you making me vomit, it's all going to be by my terms."

"You're gonna let me make you vomit?" he said excitedly while he continued to enjoy her gut sounds.

"Normally, I could vomit if I recently ate and I happen to take a blow to my stomach. That's just how the digestive system naturally works."

"Man, I'm feeling the desire to see you throw up now."

She laughed. "No, not today. Okay?" she grabbed his head and raised it up. "We take it slow. You must learn how to be respectful and patient with your partner. Okay?"

He nodded.

"In the meantime, please do enjoy my stomach gurgles." she let go of his head so he can continue to partake in her borborygmus.

She continued. "Like I said, it's all gonna be on your partner's terms. She decides to what extent you can hurt her, if she taps out because she couldn't handle the pain, you have to stop. If you were squeezing my stomach too hard and I said "stop" you have to stop."

"Understood."

"If your partner is yelling in pain, ask her if she is okay. Always check up on her safety. She is letting you hurt her digestive organs for your sexual satisfaction, for Light's sake. That game is very dangerous and she deserves every ounce of respect and concern from you, understand?"

Valeera Sanguinar lectured him on other safer and non lethal alternatives to satisfy his fetish. This went on for an hour. While Lo'Gosh laid on her, Valeera eventually doze off. He continued to help himself to her stomach until he suddenly heard a voice from outside. It was a familiar sound – it was Broll Bearmantle.

"Lo'Gosh, please come out. I didn't see anything."

The altmer raised his head off Valeera's stomach and then put on his gambeson before going out. Outside the cave were Broll, Sharptalon, and an extra Hippogryph.

"Whatever it is you two were doing, it has to wait. Wake Valeera up. We need to leave now. Rehgar's goons are scouring villages looking for us."

"Okay, what of the crystal?"

"In Tyrande Whisperwind's vaults being studied by Malfurion Stormrage. She discovered that you are wanted man within the eastern kingdoms especially in Quel'Thalas. You two must stay amongst our people for the time being."

"What about the woman?"

"We don't have any inclination on who she is, but Tyrande knows a human mage named Jaina Proudmoore who is currently in Theramore isle. She might help with your memory. We still have to get you two to Darnassus quickly."

"Thank you so much."

Broll gave him the reins for the other Hippogryph. "Yes, now please we need to go."

"I don't know how to ride these things."

"It's good that you found Valeera. She flew wyverns before, these aren't any different."

"Okay, let me wake her up then we can go."

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To be continued. (Grammatical errors will be edited out.)