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(This chapter was written by another person, except for the last part.)
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Verandis (Lo'Gosh) and his companions arrived at Darnassus' flight master. Even at a distance, he was struck by the size of a huge stump towering above the sea. In his mind, images of houses made of trees, the magicians that live in them, appeared. He shared this with those who accompanied him.
"Memories from the past?" Asked Broll
He suddenly got reminded of his adventures in Valenwood, albeit not vivid enough for him to recognize the geography. "Maybe. I'm not sure."
"You were obviously in not the most boring places." Valeera said this with a childish smile.
They soon arrived at the scene. The procession was already waiting for them.
"Greetings, Lo'Gosh" A night elf said.
"Have you already been told who I am?"
Those present exchanged glances.
"Now you are one of the most talked about people. Rumors of various kinds are spreading about you."
Lo'Gosh considered. He exchanged glances with Valeera. These are his innermost desires - are they in question.
"Let's go."
They went on, coming out to an open area. The surface of Darnassus was mostly either a forest or a city, with most of the buildings scattered throughout the area and only occasionally connected to each other. Everywhere there were trees, and some of them were walking giants, which are many hundreds, or even thousands of years old. They walked phlegmatically around and seemed to everyone just a detail of the landscape. In fact, the whole of Darnassus was a huge collection of living beings, just predominantly of plant origin.
Soon the procession approached the central temple of Elune. Inside was a huge statue, which Lo'Gosh took to be the designated goddess, but did not elaborate. He was taken to a side room and asked to wait.
"You will meet with Tyrande Whisperwind."
"Is she your leader?"
The attendant hesitated.
"Acting."
"I'll explain." Broll hastened to intervene.
They were left alone. Valeera sat next to the Altmer, who put his hand on her stomach and playfully stroked her, but she pushed him off. Broll sat opposite.
"Rage fills my eyes. Now she has retreated..."
"Do you know the reason for this?"
"I'll help us with that."
They were silent for a while, but Broll returned to the main question.
"Tyrande is not our leader, it was her husband who was stuck in the Emerald Dream."
"Emerald Dream?"
"It's a different space."
Lo'Gosh felt again that he knew what he was talking about.
"It doesn't matter, what matters is that he's stuck there. Until he returned, Fandral Staghelm became the leader."
"Hmm...is that good or bad..."
Broll shrugged.
"It depends. He doesn't really like anyone who is not an elf."
Something resonates in his memory again.
"Well, Tyrande is trying to take the side of her husband and wants to be a leader instead of him."
"Betrayed by his own wife?"
"No." Broll waved his hands. "Absolutely not. She is faithful to him. She tries to keep the power that is being taken away from her husband in his absence."
"Fendral deserves to be the ruler?"
Broll sprawled out on the bed, which was more of a ledge from the wall.
"Well, for example, it was he who planted the acorn, from which the tree that we are now has grown."
Lo'Gosh walked up the stairs. He was accompanied by several night elves. They were dressed in light white dresses that barely covered their young bodies. He, being an elf, found them all extremely attractive. Their bellies were covered with clothes, but even through it was clear that they were flat and slender.
On the way to the top floor, he heard a loud voice that was indignant:
"Explain to Shandris how your faith in the goddess will help her guardians protect us from a new threat!"
Lo'Gosh and the priestesses of Elune who accompanied him went upstairs. Even such an important space as the residence of the high priestess was beautifully but modestly furnished. The high priestess herself was having a lively conversation with the two women. Tyrande was of medium height, strongly built for a temple servant, wearing a white tunic, corseted to Lo'Gosh's annoyance, which exposed her muscular back and shoulders, and strong sinewy sandaled legs.
There were two in front. Both are wearing armor. One looked like a crow in it. She was thin, armor covered her from head to toe, a huge arm, half her height, rested on her back along with a quiver of very long arrows. Nearby was also dressed in armor and a long robe, a warrior who looked more like an owl because of the corresponding shape of the helmet. Huge pauldrons adorned her shoulders and held a robe that covered almost her entire body. In her hand, which was peeking out from under her clothes, was a huge hoop, pointed at the edges, decorated with ornaments and small details. It was she who yelled at the head priestess.
"Shandris, why are you silent?!"
But the warrior was silent in response.
"Your husband won't help us. Fendral maybe. Accept it and stop taking what is not yours!"
"Be silent!"
Tyrande voice was like a growl. The Altmer was surprised that the priestess of Elune had made such a formidable impression.
"You owe us as much, if not more, than you do to Fendral! And Malfurion is fighting the creatures of the Nightmare right now for the sake of his people! My husband gave you his all, and you went over to the usurper!"
The woman in the owl helmet moved closer to the priestess. The hoop is still in her hand.
"You are not my mistress, Tyrande Whisperwind... I do not serve you, but the guards serve me. And they won't obey you either. Maiev Shadowsong will choose who he recognizes."
The woman spoke in a rough, low voice, carefully pronouncing each word. Having finished speaking, she measured her interlocutor with a look and went away, pushing the priestesses parting in front of her.
Tyrande looked at the remaining warrior.
"And you, Shandris, who do you choose as your leader?"
Shandris silently looked up at the priestess.
"I choose the people. And the one who is worthy should lead it."
"Am I not worthy?"
"Prove it. And I will make a decision."
With these words, she walked away.
Tyrande noticed the short eared elf. "Ah, Lo'Gosh." She told him she sent an envoy making their way to Theramore Isle. It while take a long while, but Lady Jaina Proudmoore will be informed of his presence. "In the meantime. Make yourself at home."
Lo'Gosh faked a smile and silently let out an exasperated sigh, realizing he will have to wait for a long time.
Tyrande paced the room. She was very excited. The altmer told her of his problem, but the priestess was too preoccupied with the problems of her people and the burden of their leader.
"Priestess." Broll turned to her. "I feel a rage that doesn't belong to me. I think you must have felt something!"
The priestess examined the elf. Her face was young, but the ages were reflected in it, her eyes shone with a bright naked light, like fires that ran around the area around and were, as explained to Lo'gosh the souls of the dead night elves.
"Yes, rage now and then pierces many. This is completely inappropriate right now. And without that, many are agitated by this division of power."
"Help us find the source and we'll fix the problem."
Meanwhile, the Verandis who had fallen under the rule of Katrana Prestor, earned an even more sinister reputation than before. If earlier there were rumors about his perverted temper and vicious lust, now everyone saw with their own eyes how this dangerous and powerful battle mage is capable of genocide. At the behest of Katrana, he now and then appeared in different places and repaired cold-blooded destruction and murder. Varian was worried about the behavior of his recent ally and savior, but everything Verandis did was to strengthen the power of the Alliance. It was not until later that Sylvanas Windrunner informed him that Verandis was now nothing more than a servant of Katrana Prestor's words. The king was horrified and indignant, but he could not do anything. Verandis is dangerous on his own, and under Katrana's control, he will become even more of a threat. And what an old character was mentioned as another one who came from another world. One traveler between the worlds has already been enough for what is now being talked about all over Azeroth. If more and more entities begin to penetrate here from that world, then who knows how great the danger for the whole world will be.
Varian alerted everyone who could need help about the ongoing events. And began to wait.
The second Verandis wasted no time. Those events could be described in a separate book, but we will not dwell on them so much.
Tyrande was indeed able to figure out that the fury that struck the elves came from a totem that had previously belonged to her husband, and which ended up in the hands of a tribe of humanoid bears. At least that's how Lo'Gosh took it. He went to a huge forest with Valeera and Broll, where they encountered feral bears on their hind legs, which, with the help of an elf from another world, they were able to quickly defeat, unfortunately, killing the green dragon that guarded this totem. That's where Lo'Gosh found out. that in this world, dragons can take the form of representatives of other races. And at the same time got acquainted with the insides of these same bears - furbolgs. To the great displeasure of Broll and the interest of Vellira, with whom they parried their attackers together. According to Lo'Gosh, the dissection of intelligent creatures was much more interesting, and the gutting of these bears was more like the usual gutting of prey during a hunt. Lo'Gosh also noted that the dragon's insides are extremely strong and it is a pity that the dragon died, unable to reincarnate in a different form.
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"Wonderful!" Fendral held the totem in his hands and examined it.
It was Fendral who hastened to meet them when they returned to Darnassus. It was he who asked them to leave him and only him the obtained totem. Broll clearly expressed loyalty to him, as he was glad to be rid of his outbursts of rage, and was glad to simply be rid of the dangerous totem.
"Tyrande asked us to fix the problem. She promised to take care of my memory loss." Lo'Gosh said.
Fandral looked conspiratorially at him.
"She's not the only problem solver, my friend."
"I need your help. I am aware of your abilities."
Lo'Gosh took a sip of his wine. It was soft and he didn't particularly like it. Fandral invited him to his place and decided to have a private conversation. The content of the conversation did not surprise the elf.
"I myself am not aware now of my own strength." He looked tiredly at Fandral. "You're not going to help me. You and she only think about your political intrigues."
Fandral hastened to reassure his interlocutor. He poured him some wine, smiled, and began to pace the room.
"Well, don't exaggerate. I really know how to help you. But this priestess and I are really concerned about the distribution of power."
Lo'Gosh silently stared at the contents of the glass, but did not hurry to drink it.
"She is not meant to rule. We have learned that an army of the walking dead has swept away Lordaeron and is moving towards our neighbors in Silvermoon City. And then they learned that the threat had passed. Now we have returned to the old problems and I do not intend to give in. On my side of the guard, sentries recognize me more than this priestess. Her entire reputation rests on the name of her husband, who is now gone. "
The elf leader leaned towards Lo'Gosh.
He continued. "What I mean is: she won't help you, she's not up to it now and will be later. I will rot her in a dungeon, and her husband will never return, I promise. And you just can help with that and speed up the process. And you can interfere, but then you have to deal with a whole army of elves. And why? "
Lo'Gosh stared dejectedly at his interlocutor.
"I…I'm not particularly interested in your wars."
"I know, that's why I offer the simplest option."
Lo'Gosh woke up and realized that he had not rested. All this talk, the story of the furbolg genocide, political intrigues - it all tired him and after returning from Fandral he just went to bed. Valeera woke him up. She was excited about something and very animatedly called him to go with her.
Lo'Gosh and Valeera passed through the temple building and out onto the city streets, past the strange bear-shaped bank, and headed towards the barracks. Lo'Gosh was too depressed to look around.
"Look, over there!"
The high elf pointed her finger at the crowd that had gathered near the barracks. The building had an open entrance and was supported by columns, so that the crowd was inside and surrounded someone in the center.
He and his companion moved closer, someone even gave them a pass. And then he saw that the crowd had gathered around two: Tyrande and Shandris.
Both were dressed more revealingly than when he had seen them before. Only their breasts were covered with a thin strip of cloth, and there were loincloths on their thighs.
Now he saw that the Tyrande really did have an extremely strong body for a priestess - sinewy and apparently hardy, not with large muscles, but such that with every movement they were visible under the skin. Her stomach was flat and slender, but at the right moment, muscles were visible under it, they swelled, protruding forward. Not embossed, but strong.
Shandris was thinner in body, the muscles covered her body with a thin layer, but she was more dexterous than the priestess. Her belly was hollow, her ribs were tight with skin, and her abs, like a stretched sheet of muscle, stretched between them and her thighs. Her arms and legs were long and thin, but she moved them much faster than her opponent.
"What's happening?" asked the elf.
"The main priestess decided to hold a demonstration training duel against the head of sentries." Said one of the spectators.
So, this Shandris is the head of their soldiers, Lo'Gosh thought.
The fight took place according to visible rules and each of the opponents had its own specifics of the fight.
Tyrande struck less frequently, aiming carefully, putting weight on her as she kept grabbing Shandris and trying to knock her to the floor. The same dodged and immediately struck the priestess blows in response. These blows were sharp, barely noticeable to the eye. Only the painful exhalations of the priestess announced that the blows had reached their goal.
"Oh!" The priestess exhaled heavily as she grabbed Shandris by the shoulders, and she dived down and immediately jumped back, rapping three lightning strikes on the priestess's belly. Each sounded like a club hitting wood.
"You need to take care of yourself, priestess! You are not a warrior!"
"I fought more than yours." There was pain in the voice of the priestess. The blows of the opponent did not pass without a trace.
Shandris immediately made a maneuver, but it was a trick - she darted forward, but immediately jumped to the side, striking from the side. Tyranade prepared to parry the blow from the side, but even then, a trick awaited her - with the other hand of Shandris, she hit her in the lower abdomen, just above the groin. The priestess screamed in pain, but the opponent did not wait and immediately, with all her strength, hit her with a direct blow in the stomach. The fist pierced below the priestess's chest, kneaded her body and bent her in half. Shandris moved around her as if in a dance and hit her back with her forearm like a club. Her hand hit flat on the spine of the priestess, she now arched back, sticking out her long-suffering stomach, the skin stretched on the ribs, the stomach tensed, and then became flat, the muscles appeared under the skin like a shell. Shandris immediately turned around and, right on the move, struck a blow from her foot on the priestess's exposed belly, which seemed to be specially curved. The blow was of monstrous force, the warrior hit her shin, which for a moment dug right into the muscles of the priestess's tense abdomen, pushed through them, tearing them apart. The blow also went inside and echoed with a terrible pain in the insides of the priestess - she felt as if something raced along the entire length of her intestines, as something spilled into her stomach.
For the first few seconds, the priestess simply froze, opening her eyes as wide as she could. But a moment later, she began to flap her mouth in confusion, gasping for air. She made nonsensical sounds, either screams or groans. She clutched at her stomach helplessly, still arching back. She patted her muscles, stroking them, wrapping them around, as if she was afraid that her stomach would open and her insides would fall out. This went on for about a minute, until the priestess was finally able to unbend herself. She confusedly grabbed herself by different areas of her stomach, then bent, then straightened, constantly moaning.
"Tyrande Whisperwind, take care of yourself. I won this fight." Summed up Shandris, still dancing in a fighting stance.
But Tyrande didn't say a word. She kept clutching herself excitedly and moaning until she finally squatted down, wrapping her arms around her stomach. So, she waited for another minute, and then slowly stood up to her full height. A scarlet stripe was visible on her stomach, and a blue bruise appeared right in the area of the stomach and solar plexus.
She still couldn't help but put her hands on her still aching belly.
"No, Shandris Feathermoon. You question what I'm willing to do for my people. You doubt me. I have sacrificed myself for others before and will do so again. I won't let you doubt outside."
"Ripped guts won't help you much!" Shandris screamed.
"No," the priestess said, slapping her battered stomach with such force that she winced in pain. "You think I have no guts! I have! I will prove it even if it will be needed for my gut to rupture! I wouldn't let anyone underestimate me! I will prove to you 'my guts!' Prove to everyone! Come here, Shandrisa, and look at those guts of mine if you could!"
Lo'Gosh felt intense excitement. These words are exactly what he would like to hear. Lady Tyrande shook him more and more. And right now, he was watching her strong but vulnerable stomach being mercilessly destroyed. He felt great pleasure just thinking about it. He desperately wanted Tyrande's belly, from abs to guts, to be destroyed!
Shandris darted forward, blows raining down one after another. Each aimed directly at the priestess's tormented belly, biting into her muscles. The priestess retreated further and further, grimaces of pain distorted her face. This continued until Shandris believed in her victory. As soon as she weakened her defense for a second and decided that it was time to finish off the enemy, the priestess rushed forward at her with all her strength. She was physically stronger and heavier, so she was able to topple Shandris. She fell to the ground, substituting her back for the opponent. Priestess flopped onto her exposed back with her full weight, first with her foot and then with her knee. Shandris howled in pain. Tyrande took advantage of her helplessness and sat on her waist, grabbing an ankle in each hand and pulling back with all her might. The sentinel's head twisted like a bow, Tyrande pulling on her lower body by her ankles, pressing down on her upper body at the small of her back. She put all her strength into it and soon Shandris felt that her spine was on the verge of breaking. If he doesn't give up, he'll end up with a broken back.
"I surrender, Tyrande Whisperwind."
Only after these words Tyrande let go of her opponent and fell to the side exhausted. Shandris was unable to get up immediately, her back brought her terrible agony. But soon she was able to stand up to her full height and even extended her hand to the priestess.
"You sure have guts, Tyranda." Shandris said in a complement.
As soon as Tyrande gave her a hand and stood up, those present took notice of the new figure that had appeared. It was Maiev Shadowsong. She slowly approached them, first removing her helmet, which revealed her middle-aged and very furious face with gray hair, and then her shoulder pads with a mantle and several pieces of armor. When all of her armor was on the floor, Maiev's body was left with only tight leather clothing. Lo'Gosh looked at her and realized that her body was much stronger than even Shandris' body. Her legs were shod in boots that bulged her powerful calves, her arms bulged with relief muscles, and her flat stomach was dotted with the relief of powerful abdominal muscles, like a bricked wall.
"How easy it is for you to choose your patrons, Shandris." She said loudly and with undisguised contempt in her voice. "As soon as she offered you her belly, you immediately recognized her. Just because you bloated her guts?"
She looked around at the still exhausted and tired Tyrande and assumed a fighting stance - shifted her weight to one part of her body, and put the other forward to attack.
Tyrande was too tired and not ready for another fight.
"Forgive me, Maev Shadowsong, but I can't quench your thirst for violence right now. I'll give you a fight next time."
But Maev wasn't about to back down.
"I'll just show everyone what you're worth and this bravado of yours. I won't fight at full strength. After the fight, I will throw you into the moonwell - swim there and be healed."
A wicked grin appeared on her face.
"Calm down, Maiev! You disgrace yourself! Shandris intervened."
"Don't get in, the guards won't serve her, period. And you think about whether you choose an ally."
Tyrande was in a desperate situation. Maiev intended to humiliate her in front of everyone. If she leaves, her spirit will be disgraced, but if she stays, then her body. The body will heal the wounds, but it will not work to convince the rest.
Maiev didn't wait for her answer. She resolutely attacked. She was significantly stronger than Tyrande, but almost as fast as Shandris. And much meaner and more merciless than both of them. The priestess barely had time to feel the agony in her gut, as she was in the capture of the guard. Maiev brought her hands behind her back with just one of her hands, and with the other, standing behind her, clasped the priestess's bruised belly. Wide, stretched due to the grip, protruding forward, with a deep large navel. Maiev dug her fingers like a blade into the priestess's navel, squeezing the muscles of the and pushing the navel so deep that only the intestines prevented her from touching the priestess's spine. Tyrande's eyes widened in pain and shock, as did her mouth, as if she were a fish washed ashore.
"These guts you wanted to show everyone?" She said, slowly twisting her fingers in the girl's stomach with such force that even those standing around heard their squelching.
Lo'Gosh was barely on his feet, excited. What was happening in front of him made his mind dim. He was excited, but now and then strange images visited him. Valeera noticed this and seemed to be flustered.
"Each of the guards must be able to tear out the throat of her enemy with one finger." Rigidly rapped out Maev, finally releasing the tortured navel of the priestess. But then her hand opened like an eagle's paw, and then dug into her. Each finger dug between the muscles, where more sinewy tissue connects them together. The priestess's eyes rolled back and turned white with pain she could no longer endure. The guardian pulled her fingers together, squeezing the priestess's stomach muscles, squeezing them, tearing even more. The skin on the abdomen became dark, bruised. On the purple skin of the elf, these lesions were less noticeable, but even on her they began to appear. As Maiev finished her torture and pulled her fingers out of her muscles, the priestess's belly protruded forward, exhausted. He was tense, but only because the intestines pressed against her wall from the inside. The priestess could no longer strain her muscles - the guard's fingers damaged her ligaments and the oblique muscles no longer held the pressure, allowing it to fall out exhausted. Saliva dripped from the lips of the half-conscious priestess.
"It's time to end this." - Maev said, taking the priestess in her arms and forcefully lowering her onto her protruding thigh. The back of the priestess collapsed exhaustedly on the guard's thigh, the body arched, and the battered stomach stretched like a bag of meat, remaining slightly swollen. Normally, Tyrande's abs would be firm and flat, even, but being so shattered, they swelled up and became slightly swollen and relaxed. The priestess groaned in pain, losing consciousness completely.
"Admit you don't have guts, Tyrande!" Said Maiev, raising her fist perpendicularly directing it to the stomach of her opponent. She tensed her arm, ready to put all her strength into the blow.
"No…" The priestesses whimpered in a barely audible voice. Her pain clouded her mind.
Maiev's blow was so strong that it pierced the priestess's stomach to the very back, the gut contents were completely mashed, and the insides, which had nowhere to go, fled to other parts of her stomach, which made them puff up. Tyrande's stomach looked like it was a bag of water that had been stabbed with force and left a fist inside. With a sound like jelly, the guard drew her fist and raised it again to strike. The black spot was where the previous blow had been. Tyrande convulsed and coughed and vomited from her throat, followed by a stream of vomit. Lo'Gosh nearly passed out with excitement when he saw this.
"Give up, priestess! This is your end"
"Maev, stop! You will kill her!" Shandris intervened.
"She will survive! But she wanted to show what she's good for! She should be responsible for her words!"
"Stop, Maiev!" There was a male voice from the side.
It was Fandral, accompanied by sentries. Seeing him, Maiev finally released the priestess. Fandral ordered her to be carried to the infirmary, and Maiev hurried away silently under the condemning looks of others. Lo'Gosh and Valeera went back, discussing what had happened. The elf locked himself in a separate room and satisfied himself for a long time, remembering the recent spectacle.
Sleep was restless. Lo'Gosh couldn't sleep. and when at last he fell asleep, he found himself lost in rooms unfamiliar to him. Strange and terrible sounds were heard around, the elf rushed about the halls and corridors, looking for himself without knowing what. Terrified, he fell to the floor and tried to put his head in his hands.
"You should be ashamed, brother..."
The words were soft, spoken slowly. Lo'Gosh looked up and saw an elf with dark skin like his own.
"Weak, very weak... How easily you were deceived."
"Who are you?"
The speaker grinned. He was dressed in a robe, and around his neck he saw a huge amulet with an inlaid stone on a thick chain.
"Your brother... or rather your father's bastard son! You were always weak, but now it's just a very pathetic sight."
Lo'Gosh froze. He calmed down, and then slowly rose from his knees.
"You. You know who I am? Tell me!"
The Camoran shook his head.
"No, that's not what I'm here for. Your past is not as important as the fact that you are my brother. You are strong and great brother, even if you do not admit it."
Lo'Gosh froze in front of his interlocutor. He didn't remember who it was, he didn't remember where he came from.
"The magic of distortion is in your hands."
And with that, Lo'Gosh rose from the floor.
"Creation."
The chains broke free of the floor and coiled around him.
"Destruction."
The body of the elf went cracked, as if it were made of clay.
"You speak the language of dragons. Fortunately for you, you learned a lot. Me, at the time know only one." He inhaled deep. "Yol-Toor-Shul!"
Lo'Gosh was hit with an intense gust of fire, so he casted a spell ward. The stream of fire glanced aside, but hit the wooden walls instead.
When he finally woke up, the first thing he decided to do was check on Valeera. She was sleeping peacefully.
Coming out at last into the fresh air, the elf felt the fresh air. In Darnassus, this was the main and ubiquitous - nature itself was around. Walking through the streets, the elf looked at the buildings and inhabitants of the city, thinking about his own, remembering his dream. After him, he felt better, and most importantly - stronger.
"Lo'Gosh." They called him from behind.
It was an elf in civilian clothes.
"Fandras Staghelm wishes to see you."
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"I'm tired of your games."
"I understand."
"You don't want to help me."
"Not true."
"True!" Lo'Gosh stood up. After the last dream, he was agitated. And this horned elf made him wildly angry. She and Tyrande both only want his support without giving anything in return. "You want to use me! And what in return!"
"Wait ..." Fandral calmed the interlocutor with his hand. "I called you to ask only one thing."
"Can I bring Tyrande to you without any casualties? I can! What's in return?"
Fandral smiled. What he said made him very happy.
"I'll introduce you to the dragons of time... They'll listen to me willingly..."
Lo'Gosh flopped back into his chair.
"You can't let her rest?"
The elf remembered how Tyrande suffered after her beating. Maev was cruel to her as much as possible. According to Fandral, she was then taken to the moonwell, where the priestess was recuperating.
"We minimize casualties. If she goes to meet us, then everything will end faster for her."
The altmer grinned.
"You will kill her after that. As soon as you get your power." The horned elf hesitated and made a displeased face.
"Do not rush to conclusions. I do not intend to anger her supporters. Alive, she will restrain them from bloodshed."
Lo'Gosh leaned back in his chair.
"I agree, but I'll meet her later. I want full access to it."
Fandral no longer concealed his displeasure. But what could he do.
"We still can't stop you."
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Tyrande woke up that night to a noise nearby. She opened her eyes and found a tanned elf in her quarters. This frightened her and she hurried to get out of bed. She did not scream - she was too confident in her abilities. She appears to have fully recovered from her last battle.
"Lo'Gosh, why are you here."
Before she could finish speaking, her newly recovered belly bulged inward, as if a battering ram had slammed into her gut. She lost consciousness instantly.
He visited her the next day. He had already spent a week on this huge stump. Already explored the city and even the surrounding area. Fandral said that he asked the representatives of the bronze dragonflight to visit Darnassus and they agreed. They were supposed to arrive a few days later.
Lo'Gosh walked past the guards to where the night elves kept the criminals. Tyrande's cell was quite large and comfortable, like most of the other prisoners - those who did not deserve such imprisonment were simply killed.
Tyrande was not free. In all senses. She was hung by the hands from the ceiling and hung helplessly down, hanging her head. She was conscious and looked at the visitor before lowering her again, exhausted.
"Traitor."
Lo'Gosh looked her over. The body of the elf, slender and rather strong, was naked. Her purple skin was covered with dark red and even black bruises in some places. His attention immediately turned to the most important part of her body for him - her stomach. She was relaxed, hung down exhaustedly, leaning forward slightly, as if the elf gained a little extra weight or overeat a little. In fact, this was a consequence of the fact that they had already visited her earlier and thoroughly swept her long-suffering belly. Now it was beaten and out of shape.
"I didn't take an oath." The elf said calmly, putting his hand on her stomach and stroking her. She tried to resist, but only caused more pain in her body.
Magic flowed through the body of the elf, passing under the skin into the muscles. The pain instantly went away, the stomach became hard and flat again. The elf looked at the elf in surprise. The same one continued to heal her body, still stroking her belly, sometimes pressing on her navel. Finished with the healing, the elf cut off the ropes that held her in one motion. Tyrande fell to the floor, rubbing his wrists. The elf sat next to him.
"How do you explain your actions, elf!"
Lo'Gosh squatted down beside her, bringing his hands to her belly. She didn't want to, but gave in because she wasn't sure she was worth resisting. The elf's touch was gentle and even caring. She inadvertently thought of Malfurion, whom she had missed for a long time, and it echoed inside with pain.
"I had no illusions about you in those horned ones. But he's clearly the worst between the two of you."
Tyrande began to cry. The pain and horror of the last weeks drank all the juice out of her, they betrayed her, they tortured her body, they tried to discredit the name of her husband and take away everything they had.
In an emotional outburst, she sobbed loudly, leaned back, arching her back, throwing her head back and exposing her distended stomach forward. Lo'Gosh took advantage of this and clung to her body. He first began to knead, and then beat the elf's exposed belly. The clatter of knuckles against flesh filled the room. This went on until his fist plunged deep into her stomach, washing the insides. They grumbled indignantly. The sound of air opening through the intestines was heard for another full minute. Tyrande collapsed on her back, still on her knees. Her belly, still flat, stretched even more on her ribs.
"Are you finished?" She said with pain and fatigue in her voice, but also a little mockery.
"Yes." Quietly said the elf.
"I can't take this pain anymore. If you can, kill me. I won't give in to that bastard."
The elf gently stroked her belly. He trembled slightly and reacted to her heavy breathing. Strong, strong, solid.
"You are strong. I respect you and I don't respect him. Of the two of you, I am on your side.
The tyrande's stomach tightened. Muscles showed through her skin as she flexed her muscles to lift her upper body and arch her back.
"Will you help me?"
"Yes. But you're not going to help me get my memory back?"
She shook her head.
"I'm a priestess, elf. I'm sorry. I have no idea how to help you. I'm sorry I didn't say this sooner. I paid in full."
Lo'Gosh was saddened by this news.
"He invited the bronze dragons here."
"They are the dragons of time. I'm not sure if they can help with the return of memory."
Tyrande was sad. Her grown tired face expressed melancholy. She was tired, but she was attuned to the elf with care.
"So, will you help me?"
"Yes. I can get you out right now. Do you have something against him?"
Tyrande replied in the negative.
"No, but it's worth searching his chambers, following him. He's doing something with stocks of sleepy grass. For some reason, he wanted to take this totem that you got, and which I did not need. He had definitely planned this for a long time. And the loss of my husband may not be accidental."
"Okay, we'll find out. It takes time. week. But this way we will avoid casualties and open clashes."
Tyrande was glad. She finally calmed down and wiped away her tears.
"But you can brighten up my time."
The elf looked at the elf questioningly.
"I'm...married...I won't cheat on my husband..."
"Your belly." He pointed to her abs. "I want it."
The elf smiled.
"I'll make you an offer. In these casemates they torture me, my body gets tired and does not rest. I beg you, ask Fandral to give you the right to torture me. I will give you my body to be tortured. But not just like that. I heard about your power, about your fetish. I will give you something that you can use to your advantage."
"And what is it?"
"Valeera said you're fond of taking your opponents down because you didn't know how to fight standing up." Tyrande smiled.
"Yes."
"I can teach you night elven grappling. It would greatly complement your ground game."
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The next week was busy. Lo'Gosh explained everything to Broll and Valeera. The druid took it upon himself to distract Fandral's supporters. He began to spend much more time with them and even approached the leader of the elves himself. Valeera, on the other hand, watched Fandral's movements day and night, hiding in the shadows unnoticed. Lo'Gosh asked to torture the priestess instead of the guards who had done it before him. To Maiev's displeasure, they gave way to him. Every day he came and wrestled with the priestess. She was stronger than him physically, more experienced in wrestling. Using magic, he could easily defeat her, but she decided to teach him the technique. At first, their fights ended with him being captured by her, but every day he became more experienced. The magic of illusions helped him to remain calm and better remember tricks. His body quickly adapted to them. Already on the third day, he managed to grab the priestess from behind, as Shandris had done in his presence. As a prize for himself and a punishment for the priestess, he gave her muscles a good torment, finishing it off by torturing her deep navel. The next day, he was already trampling on her abs, crushing her intestines until she vomited. He did not feel sorry for her, as he could repair any injuries that inflicted on her in a matter of seconds. Wiping her vomit and smoothing her muscles, she begged him to be gentler:
"You torture me so. you just ruptured my stomach, vomit shot up my throat and burned it."
"But now you are whole. I didn't promise you anything. But here you promised me at least this for your salvation and the solution of your problems."
"Good."
And now, five minutes later, the elf squeezed her in the corner and drove his fists into her gut with such force that she lost consciousness, she felt how they were torn, and their contents filled her insides. The elf marveled at this beautiful and terrible sight. The elf's belly bulged from the fact that the contents of her intestines flooded the rest of the insides. She herself was unconscious and dying.
"Oh, strong."
A blow to the stomach. Flat and stretched. Hard as a drum. The back lies on the thigh, the hands and feet rest on the floor, the stomach is exposed up to the ceiling. The elf's fist is deep in Tyrande's guts.
"Severe…"
A new blow. The sound of jelly, the slurry that her insides have become.
"I give up, you won. If we weren't allies, you'd rip my guts out."
Lo'Gosh releases her. She falls to the floor in agony. He lays her down and in a moment. She is already unharmed.
Within a week, they found Fandral's sleepweed storehouse. Shandris was notified of this, and so the druid lost an important ally. The bronze dragons did indeed arrive, but the conversation with them was more interesting to themselves – Lo'Gosh was a guest from a parallel reality, not even an alternative Azeroth. This is the first time they've seen it.
As for Valeera, she caught Fandral performing a strange ritual. He contacted the spirits of the elements, although as a druid he had to serve nature. After talking with Broll, she was able to go further and find out a terrible secret: Fandral is in collusion with a hostile lord of the fire elementals, and Malfurion, although fighting the Emerald Nightmare, remains out of reality by force. By stopping Fandral, they will bring him back and Tyrande will regain her position.
The only ones who openly supported the head of the druids were the guards, led by Maiev.
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Let's get started.
Lo'Gosh attacked at night. He decided to take Maiev on himself and attacked her at night. She was a strong warrior, but he wasn't going to fight fair. Mankar Camoran visited him more than once and each time reminded him of techniques and magic that she had forgotten. Lo'Gosh was invisible, and Maiev was a warrior, not a mage. Unseen, he sent fear and mind control over her, tricking her into kneeling before him in a matter of moments. Frozen, unable to move, the warrior furiously bared her teeth, straining every muscle of her sculpted muscular body. Lo'Gosh arched her back, stepping around from behind.
"Let's take a look at your guts now."
He dug his fingers hard into her abs. Stronger and more embossed than tyrande. No fat, solid fat, cubes burst out through the skin. Magic-enhanced fingers tore through the plates tearing and pulling them apart. The elf groaned, but held back her scream. The fingers turned into knives and cut into her muscles, still tense, they held her insides. She groaned and wheezed. The pain was strong, but the humiliation was stronger. She was helpless as the elf walked around her and began to slowly rip out her intestines. Like a garland, he pulled on her intestines, winding loop after loop around his fingers like a spindle. When all her intestines were collected in a neat coil, the elf placed her intestines, wet with blood and mucus, next to her. He opened her stomach and was surprised to find that it was almost empty. The elf hadn't eaten anything for a long time. Frustrated, he pressed his ear to hers.
"Think I can torture you for a long time. But you can do everyone and yourself a favor by simply announcing tomorrow morning that you do not recognize Fandral as ruler. Think. I will torture you to death, tomorrow your guards will be slaughtered when they, having lost their leader, will be in the minority."
The suggestion was accepted.
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It was night time. Valeera Sanguinar found Lo'Gosh sitting on a bench by himself with bottles of alcohol next to him.
"By the Na'aru. Lo'Gosh, are you okay?"
Lo'Gosh has an anxious look on his face. "It happened again."
"What?"
"Those… Those urges. I took it out on Maiev Shadowsong and Tyrande."
Valeera put her hands on his back and stroked him. She sighed. "A part of me is disappointed in you and quite angry, but another part of me is happy that they got what's coming to them for using us as pawns to further their political rubbish."
He breathed deep. "I'm going to castrate myself. Cut my left nut off."
"Don't!" She smacked him on the back of the head and then sat next to him.
Lo'Gosh looked at the sky. "How I'm still allowed to walk amongst other people is a what I don't get. Is this who I was? I shudder at the thought of how many women I victimized over the years."
"Well, maybe you victimized them as a form of payment for deeds you've done. Just like what you've done here, otherwise you'd be in jail by now." She picked up a bottle of wine and chugged on it like she was drinking water.
Lo'Gosh noticed. "Slow down with that."
Valeera put it down for a moment then laughed. "This isn't for me. This is for you."
"For me?"
Valeera stood up. "A problem halved is a problem shared."
Lo'Gosh thought Valeera looked beautiful in a Darnassian evening gown. The white cloth suited her pale-yellow skin revealing some of her muscular figure. "I…"
"This is another lesson on control." She said and drank more of the bottle until she had emptied it. "I can't risk you gutting another night elf. And I know for a fact you wouldn't want to hurt me."
"Uh…"
"Too much wine is bad." She put her left hand on her stomach. "It has to leave my body somehow." She looked at him with a suggestive look.
Lo'Gosh instantly got an erection, so he crossed his legs to hide it. "Uhm, fucking hell." He saw her pick up another bottle. "Woah, that's way too much! You may get alcohol poisoning."
"Hmm, hmm." She downed some of it, anyway. After having a draught, she looked at him. "I'm going to poison myself. What are you going to do? Just sit there?"
Lo'Gosh stood up and gently pried the bottle from her hand.
"You took the bottle away. Then what?"
"I don't know."
She stumbled forward, but Lo'Gosh held her. "I'm tipsy and struggling to stand up. Use your head!" she said.
Lo'Gosh took her in his arms and carried her inside then laid her on the bed. He removed her sandals before putting a blanket on her.
"You idiot." She gathered up the blanket and threw it at him. "Let me remind you that I drank a bottle and a half of alcohol. I don't want to sleep drunk." She laid down, looked at him suggestively and pointed at her stomach. "What would you do?"
Lo'Gosh's animalistic urges immediately kicked in. His head started sweating and his heart beat faster. "Fuck, I'm gonna gut you aliv-"
"No." Valeera shook her head. "Don't..."
Lo'Gosh noticed himself going out of control, so he took a deep breath. "Uhm. I mean… fuck. I'm sorry."
"Remember what I taught you: Respect me." She sat up pointed a finger at him. "I'm giving you my body to help you."
He nodded. "Alright, let's do this." He approached her.
Valeera put her palms up, stopping him. "It's all going to be on my terms. Do you still remember what I told you when you were laying on my stomach in that cave in Thunder Bluff?"
"Yes."
"Good."
He approached her, but she put her palms up again.
"What?"
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
His forehead creased. "I don't think I am."
Her eyes rolled. "A bucket?" She put both hand on her stomach. "We are but guests here." She then pointed at the floor. "We shouldn't be rude and have my half-digested goodies decorate this fine room. Also, if they happen to see my puke, they might think the food they made us aren't good enough, which is not true, and they'll get offended."
"Alright."
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To be continued.