How to train your Dragonborn.
(contains structural and plot errors and will be edited)
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Valeera stood behind the wall. She flexed her abs as hard as she could while Lo'Gosh continuously swung hooks and straights to her strong abs. The sound of thwacking and thumps could be heard whenever the Altmer's fists connected with Valeera's abs. He kept this up, throwing with full force and pivoting his hips to deliver maximum power, but Valeera still kept a condescending smirk. The punches kept going. His deltoids were starting to feel sore, so too were Valeera's abs. The punching, though they didn't hurt her too much, shook her stomach contents making them very slow to digest. The punches kept going until she was the first to give in. She raised her palms up to signal him to stop.
"Hey. That's not fair." Said Lo'Gosh.
"Deal with it. I'm the one calling the shots here." She coughed for a moment and rubbed her relaxed abs. "Lo'Gosh. Shouldn't you be saying something?"
"Like what?"
She spread her hands out. "Ask your partner if she is okay?"
"Oh. Fuck I forgot. Where were my manners" He approached her and stroked her abdomen for her. "Babe, are you alright. Did I hit you too hard?"
She playfully smacked him on the side of his head. "Don't call me 'babe' we're just friends. For in your past life, you could be a married man."
He remembered the archer in the visions in Thunder Bluff. "It would be if we were fucking, but we're not. I'm punching you in the gut."
Valeera inhaled deep and beckoned him to continue. "Well, this is just roleplaying. But, judging from your reactions. It's working very well. No wonder roleplaying is taught in mind magic." She clicked her tongue and flexed her abs again. "Go."
Lo'Gosh went to her left side and delivered a left hook, but his knuckles were off angle and just grazed her stomach making him land on the wall behind her.
He yowled in pain and shook his hand. Valeera, on the other hand suffered a scratch on her middle abs, making her go "ouch".
Lo'Gosh noticed. "What happened?"
Valeera's Darnassian gown was a backless garment that fit her well, but the cloth was abrasive. The part that covered her waist got forcefully rubbed against the smooth skin on her middle abs when his fist glanced on it. "I think I got scratched."
Lo'Gosh immediately approached her and snuck his hand under the backless dress to stroke her warm abs. But, Valeera gently pushed his hand off.
"Shouldn't you ask first? You're trying to touch a pained part of my body." She said.
He went ahead with the roleplaying. "Does it hurt?"
"No, but it stings a bit."
Lo'Gosh prepared a healing spell. "Do you need healing?"
"Hmm, hmm."
He slid his left hand under her dress and began imbuing her with healing. "Does it feel good."
She smiled. "Hmm, hmm." She then tugged on dress and went out of character. "Can you just turn this into a cropped dress so I won't get scratched?"
"Uh… o-okay." He said, having been excited at the thought of exposing her stomach.
She pointed at her armour rack. "You can use my blade. It cuts cleaner than your barbaric daggers."
He conjured up a Daedric dagger and ran his thumb on the belly of the blade, noticing how dull it is. "Uh, yeah. No wonder I had a hard time cutting through that poor tauern." He said before fetching the blade.
"Make it fashionable." She said.
"No problem.
Lo'Gosh cut out the flap of cloth that covered her waist, turning her dress into a midriff baring garment that showed a good portion of her upper and lower abs. Valeera went to a nearby standing mirror and did a couple of sexy poses.
"Looks good. I think I'll be wearing this in public."
"Thanks."
"I think you should be rewarded for this." She turned and winked at him, after which she sauntered to the bed and laid down. "I guess I'll let you listen to my stomach." She gestured him to come over. "But, just for a minute."
Valeera scooted near the edge of the bed then put her hands on her back. Lo'Gosh laid on his side and rested his ear on her middle abs, but he felt her abs were flexed. "You're tightening."
"Yes. I can't let you punch me while I'm relaxed." She said and patted on her stomach like a drum. "Ask nicely and I might relax it for you."
He lifted his head and stroked her abs, running his hand on it, feeling the peaks of her strong rectus abdominis. "You have a beautiful set of abs, Valeera. Can you relax it for me?"
She shook her head and kept on flexing. "No. You can do better than that."
He sighed. "Alright." He stroked on her abs by gently and slowly running the tips of his fingers around. "Uhm… I really think your abdomen is beautiful, and laying on it like a pillow makes me relax. Do you mind if I lay on your relaxed beautiful stomach, Valeera? Pretty please?" he let out a childish smile.
She giggled. "That sounded desperate, but…" she grabbed his head and guided it on her middle abs. "I suppose I can let that pass."
Lo'Gosh felt his ear sink into her softened abdomen as soon as she relaxed it. He could hear liquid splashing and gurgling sounds as the liquid and food in her system moved around. When he got excited he asked her if he can push on her stomach to move the liquid around, which she approved. After a few seconds, however…
Valeera patted his shoulder "Okay, stop."
While he was stirring the wine in her stomach, he felt her abs go hard. "Already?"
Sanguinar gently lifted his head then got up. "You laid on me for two minutes. I only gave you one. There's plenty of time for you to listen to stomachs when you get reunited with that archer wife of yours."
"I… I don't even know if she is my wife. All I know is that we were holding arms in a balcony watching the skies." Lo'Gosh got up. "She could be my sister."
"Sister? Haha." She laughed. "Sisters can't be that touchy." Valeera went over back to the wall and stood behind it. "Alright. The alcohol is starting to make me nauseous. I think we better wrap this up."
"R-really? Are you not going to flex while I hit you?"
She laughed. "Of course, I will. I'm not going to reward you without a fight."
"A fight, huh?"
"A friendly sparring." She assumed a fighting stance. "No magic, and none of that taking things to the ground stuff you love to do."
"Wha- How am I supposed to fight back, then?"
She arched her back to stretch her stomach in front of him. After that she ran her hands across her middle. "You heard the gurgles in my stomach, right? It's so full. I know you want me to puke these goodies out." Valeera assumed her fighting stance again. "I'm drunk. You're sober. One blow to my stomach while I'm off guard would be enough make your night." She winked at him.
"I guess." He got in an orthodox stance with a high guard.
Valeera lunged forward and jumped, fainting a knee to set up a front kick. Lo'Gosh kept his guard up and was able to quickly block her foot from connecting on his chin using his forearms. When she landed on the ground she quickly went for a spinning wheel kick, but Lo'gosh saw her pivoting her grounded foot prior, so he leaned back, avoiding the her heel that was just inches from his head.
She quickly used the momentum of the missed kick to deliver a spinning back fist. Again, Lo'gosh was able to avoid by simply stepping backward. Lo'gosh wanted to hit her in the stomach to make her puke and she was definitely off guard at that point, so he went for a push kick aimed at her middle. His kick missed.
Valeera quickly threw an overhand right, but she was only able to catch him on the chest and not on the head because he has his torso leaned back when he went for the push kick. Lo'Gosh reestablished his orthodox stance and blocked a roundhouse kick with his forearms. Valeera was not giving him room to rest and was picking him apart. She could feel the drinks she had in her stomach splashing while she fought.
Lo'Gosh, with his high guard tightened his own abs and walked forward, blocking another roundhouse kick that struck him on the shoulder. This time he caught her leg. Usually, he'd pull her closer or lift her leg up and sweep her grounded leg, taking the fight to the ground, but he had to play by her rules. He kept holding on to her leg and tried to kick her in the stomach, but his own leg couldn't reach it or his kicks would be blocked by her forearms. When he delivered another kick, he put his other hand was down. Valeera leapt and pivoted mid-air, lifting her grounded foot to strike him on the face with her heel.
The force of the kick snapped his head back, thus wobbling him. He let go of her and stumbled on the ground. Valeera landed and quickly stood up to see Lo'gosh with a bleeding nose on the ground quickly getting up.
"Your standup is decent, but you need improvement." She pointed at her stomach again, teasing him. "You gotta hit me here if you want to see what I had for dinner." She said before going back to her fighting stance. "Even then, you'll still have to catch me relaxed, otherwise you'd be hitting these rock hard abs."
Lo'Gosh assumed his stance again. She lunged forward for a jab, but he ducked down and changed levels leading her to get closer. He reached forward and grabbed on her calves, and then lifted. He could hear the liquid in her stomach as he lifted her up because her stomach rested on his shoulder.
"Don't slam me, please." She said while she was being carried. "Well, looks like you lost this one. You had to resort to your ground stuff. Now, put me down gently.
He giggled and slowly put her down on the ground. "Yes. I lost." Nodded at her. "Good fight."
"I should deny you of my consent because you lost, but..." she smirked at him who was looking at her stomach. "I really want these inebriant out of me. So, you might as well... you know."
"Thank you." He said and knelt down. "Do I have your consent, ma'am?"
She laughed. Her stomach sloshed as she did. "Ma'am, huh? Getting a little formal, now, are we?" She took a deep breath and exhaled. "As long as there is no punching. If you did that to anyone other than me, your partner might not be able to take it. Especially if she has a full stomach like mine."
"Okay what do you propose, then?"
"To satisfy your fetish, you may gently squeeze me. If I want it over with, I'd just put my fingers in my throat and gag myself until I vomit." She put her hands on her abs. "Consider yourself blessed tonight, because I'm fine with the former."
He rubbed his hands together. "Do I have your consent?"
"Help yourself." She put her hands on her chest, surrendering her alcohol-filled stomach to him.
Lo'Gosh marveled at her toned abdomen before he put his right palm on her upper abs. He pushed down making the liquid she drank splash inside. Tracing where her stomach might be, he pushed deeper and slid his hand under her left rib.
Valeera moaned and grimaced, but to his amazement she didn't flex.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded all while grimacing and pursing her lips.
"Just tell me if it hurts too much." He said.
Lo'Gosh put his left hand on top of his right and gently added more pressure on Valeera's upper abdomen. He shook his hand around. Her stomach responded with sloshes followed by loud growls as the contents of her stomach churned uneasily inside her soft warm belly. The pressure kept on increasing. The Altmer even used his back so he can press deeper.
Valeera's expression looked sexy to him: her brows askew, her eyes closed, and her moans sounded sensual.
"You okay?"
Valeera nodded.
Lo'gosh felt her stomach rumble violently under his hand and heard a loud squelch, he looked up her face and saw her mouth making an O shape. He asked her again if she was okay, to which she responded with a nod. The altmer's hands suddenly sank deep into her solar plexus, what followed was a loud slosh - he felt her stomach finally give in and surrender its contents. He even caught a quick glimpse of her white puke inside her mouth before she covered it.
"Mrhhhhkh" Valeera tensed up and let out a muffled retch, but managed to cover her mouth before anything came out.
She pushed his hand off of her before she quickly ran towards the bucket. Lo'Gosh ran after and held her long blonde hair as she knelt down.
Valeera quickly got on all fours and let her stomach contents burst out of her puffed mouth and filled the bucket with thick heterogenous slurries. She kept retching and puking while Lo'Gosh held her hair so as to not get into contact with her gushing puke. It came to a point where she was retching vigorously, but nothing would come out, so he tied her hair up and knelt behind her.
"Need help?" he asked, after which he slid his hands on her stomach.
She didn't reply as she straightened up, but she didn't object to him putting his hands on her. She even put her own hands on top of his.
"Hueelk!" she retched again, but nothing came out.
"Looks like you need help here."
Lo'Gosh put his fingertips on her solar plexus and gently pulled, forcing his fingers in. He felt the organ that contained her food rumble and vibrate in response to the squeezing. He didn't know how deep his fingers were until he leaned his head over and under her shoulder: his fingers dug in so deep they were being shaded under her ribs. This made him excited so he pulled harder, digging his fingers deep inside her solar plexus. Valeera moaned and grunted, but she kept her abs relaxed and even kept her own hands on top of his the whole time, not signaling him to stop or go easy. It was not long when Valeera's stomach rumbled loudly then her hands that were on top of his went up her mouth.
"Hueerlk!" She retched in unison to her diaphragm and ab muscle contracting. "I'm gonna lose it." she mumbled.
Lo'Gosh eased the pressure. "Let it out."
She retched and stuck her tongue out, but still nothing came out. To his surprise, she took both of his hands and placed them on the part where he was squeezing earlier. "I'm almost there. Finish me off." She mumbled.
This prompted him to squeeze as hard as he can using all the power he could muster.
"Argh. Fuck." Valeera yelled in agony. Her stomach was being squeezed so hard, Lo'Gosh's fingers were dangerously deep inside and is deforming her upper abdomen in an almost unnatural way.
Finally, her tormented organs gave in to the relentless squeezing.
"Oh my- Buuueeeeergh!" The beautiful and tenacious Valeera uncontrollably puked. Torrents of her remaining last meal and the alcohol she drank flowed out of her mouth.
He even noted her vomiting process through his touch: He first felt the organ move. Second, he would feel it rumble and vibrate. Third, her diaphragm would contract. Forth, her ab muscles would tense up but he'd force his fingers back in with great force. Finally, he'd feel the organ deflate and rumble while she'd let out a burp followed quickly by the release of her vomit.
Her abs would involuntarily tense when she let her stomach contents come out. But, he would not let her ab muscles push his fingertips out, rather he'd squeeze as hard as he could to keep them dug in where he would be treated with the vibrations, movements, and the rumbles of her stomach that's currently in the process of emptying itself.
"Blwghhh... Hueeelk... Bwlkkh!" were the sounds coming out of her, making Lo'gosh extremely horny. Valeera allowed the squeezing to go on for several minutes until she made sure the elf squeezed out every trace of that bitter and horrible tasting inebriant out of her system. Lo'Gosh enjoyed every second of this.
He kept squeezing her until she pulled his hands off. Lo'Gosh's arms and fingers were overly fatigued. Some minutes passed, his arms were still tired while Valeera's stomach settled, fortunately for her.
"I'm okay, Lo'Gosh. Thanks for not letting my hair get messed up." She said and chuckled.
He quickly fetched a cloth and wiped her mouth with it. "It's alright. Valeera, you're a good girl."
Valeera let him clean her up while he rubbed her back. "I still feel a little drunk." She looked down at the bucket which was filled with her vomit. "Ugh. Look." She reached for it and slid it in front of Lo'Gosh.
"Wow. That's a lot."
"Behold. The fruits of your labor." She cleared her throat for a moment and then clutched her stomach. "Or rather the literal fruits I had for tonight." She looked down and saw a red mark on her solar plexus.
He looked down the bucket and marveled at her half digested food he made her bring up. He saw: chewed up goldenbark apple, mashed up plantains, seeds of fig, seeds of pomegranate, chunks of skethyl berries, and of course all the wine she drank. He turned his attention back to Valeera who was sitting down on the bed clutching her stomach and grimacing.
"Did I press on your stomach to hard?"
She slowly laid down on her side all while grabbing on to her aching middle. Valeera slowly opened her glowing green eyes to peer into his emerald ones. "Are you kidding me? Look at the bucket and it should be obvious." She grunted and moaned for a moment before she sat back up, after which she got her hands off her aching stomach. "Look here, too." Valeera pointed at the bruise on her solar plexus.
"Sorry. Here, let me get you something to drink." He said.
"Just water, please."
Lo'gosh returned from downstairs with two tankards.
"I got some moonwell water and regular water." He placed the two tankards on the end table near the bed's head.
"You ran all the way to the moonwell?"
Lo'gosh went to sit beside her.
"Yes."
"Aww. You shouldn't have."
"I should be the one thanking you. I think my urges are contained... for now."
"Well, let's just hope." She scooted closer to the end table and grabbed the tankard of water then took sips. "But in the chance you do lose control, because Darnassus is full of beautiful women, try doing what we did. And it has to be consensual." she said and pointed a finger at him. "I'm not saving your ass if you end up in a Night Elven prison like Illidan Stormrage."
"Aye. Do you think I deserve another reward for the moonwell water?"
She chuckled. "You shouldn't always ask for things after every good deed. Try just giving them away out of generosity and kindness, if you can."
"I guess you're right."
There was an awkward silence, but it was broken by Valeera's stomach letting out a loud rumble.
"Sounds like you emptied out my stomach real good. Now it's hungry." she commented.
Lo'Gosh got excited and rested his palm across her stomach, but immediately pulled it away fearing she might not approve. "Oops. Sorry. I got too excited."
"Are you more sexually aroused by squeezing me or listening to my stomach?"
he pondered for a moment. "I think I like both."
"Better you to be attracted more with the latter. You can just lay on your woman's stomach while she just chills. It's boring for the girl, but better than... you know - getting her insides pulled out!"
He nodded. "I guess you're right."
Valeera's stomach growled again. "Haha. It's really acting up."
"Uhm, Valeera. Can I sleep on your stomach for the night, please?"
"You're making every excuse in your book just so you can listen to this fine tummy of mine, are you?" she said and laughed. "Since you were a good elf tonight..." Valeera scooted close to him, grabbed his right hand and gently pried open his palm then pressed it on her middle abs.
Lo'Gosh inhaled deep and his eyes widened. "I've been blessed by Elune."
Valeera relaxed her stomach and guided his hand to around her middle. "Do you want to listen to me hungry or..."
"I can run by Saeline's inn and get you something to eat." he said with haste.
She laughed. "Digestion it is." With her other hand, she playfully pinched the elf on his cheek. "I think you passed today's test. For that, my body will be your pillow for the night."
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Meanwhile in Argus.
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Titus Valerius had allied himself with Katrana Prestor, The Vancleefs, and The Eredar. He was doing their dirty deeds for a while now.
The Cult of The Black Worm was just established in Argus, headed by another Tamrielic being named Septima Tharn, and had allied themselves with Archimonde's Fel Magic practitioners. The Cult have very few members, but it was made up of skilled necromancers learning both Fel magic and the conjuration of creatures from Mannimarco's plane of Oblivion. The Eredar as a people were divided: Vast majority allied themselves with Sargeras, while the others who called themselves the Draenei opposed the megalomaniacal god. But, they were a minority. Valerius has knowledge of ancient Imperial magic. In fact, he belongs to the race that predates the Imperials of Cyrodiil - the Nedes. Thus, making him thousands of years older than Verandis. He was banished from Tamriel in 582 of the 2nd Era during The Interregnum and has since been enthralled by Mannimarco himself. One of the arcane knowledge that is of interest to his Burning Legion allies is his ability to traverse worlds, however his portals only work on creatures in his dimension. Creatures from Argus and Azeroth cannot travel in his portals, but they could make great use of Valerius, nonetheless.
Titus Valerius arrived in Argus by his conjured portals and had brought the tranquilized ensorcelled Verandis with him. They were cautious of the subservient copy of the Dragonborn. Despite losing his fetish for women's abdomens, he still had a dangerously vigorous sex drive. Knowing what Verandis did to Archmage Proudmoore and General Windrunner, Valerius could not risk him running amok, especially when the planet is overflowing with Aesthetically pleasing Eredar women wearing revealing armour.
Archimonde and Titus took Verandis to Kil'jaeden's study.
"Verandis, this fucking elf. He's like those overpowered Mary Sue's in those poorly written story books." Titus Valerius said. "I would've easily killed that son of a bitch."
Archimonde toyed with the tentacles on his jaw. "Relax. He is still an important asset due to his network of alliance friends. Quite smart for Onyxia to spare his life."
They surrounded the ensorcelled Verandis who was on an operating table. Fel Eredar women were tending to his cuts and bruises.
"He is a dragonborn. Albeit a fake one. He never descended from the emperors of the Septim bloodline, rather he was turned into one by the usurper, Mankar Camoran, by manipulating the amulet of kings."
"I have no idea what any of those are. Anyway, with Arthas gone, he can be his replacement." he chuckled then paced around. "And with you two being able to traverse Draenor and Azeroth to and fro, we don't need to pull off another all out war like the scourge did."
"Daedra never die, they just get banished and I can summon them back." Valerius toyed with Ashbringer's pommel. "One problem: I can only summon a few at a time." he looked at one of the Eredar women and winked at her before turning back to Archimonde. "They seemed to have tricked the Alliance into thinking massive waves of Daedra are ravaging through Lordaeron, when in fact I'm just cycling them. Azerothian undead, however..."
"I still have faith in you, Valerius. Forget the undead. You will finish what Arthas tried to do."
"What is that?"
"You see, in Dalaran, there is this volume called the Book of Medivh."
"Dalaran is massive. You need an army to bring it down."
Archimonde guffawed. "No offense, but that's exactly one of the reasons why Verandis does the thinking and you do the killing." He said coyly.
"Fuck off. I'm smart."
"Whatever you say, bud." Archimonde summoned a fell hound and knelt down to pet it. "Keep helping Onyxia so she can lease Verandis to us. One of these days, Azeroth will be ours. And you people will have influence both here in Argus and Azeroth, or even Draenor. Necromancers of this universe shall worship your god, no problem."
He chuckled. "Mannimarco is the Revenant. In fact he also goes by the name of Molag Bal."
He mentioned to Archimonde how, during the Warp in the West, The totem of Tiber Septim was used by Mannimarco to ascend to godhood. He reversed time and went back to the Interregnum during 582 of the 2nd era and sought Valerius's help. In this alternate timeline, Valerius and Mannimarco was able to kill The Vestige. With the Vestige gone he was able to use the Mantella to retrieve the Amulet of Kings. With the amulet, he was able to trap Molag Bal's soul and he, Mannimarco the King of Worms, mantled the daedric Prince making him the new Daedric Prince of Domination.
"I'm sure Molag Bal will get along fine with Sargeras." said Archimonde.
"Molag Bal is imbued by the arcane wisdom of the King of Worms. He is a hundred fold more dangerous than the one I saw thousands of years ago." he looked at the ensorcelled Verandis. "The burning legion would be worthy allies. But, better stay at Molag Bal's good side."
Titus Valerius left Argus and arrived via portal to Dalaran. He decided to take the book by himself without Verandis nor asking Onyxia for help. The city was bustling with people from all over the Alliance going about their day. With the corrupted Ashbringer in hand, he sauntered towards a high point and began spouting drivel.
"People of Dalaran! May I have your attention, please..."
The people just bypassed him and some just glanced at him while he continued shouting nonsense, but none stopped to pay attention. Much to his annoyance."
"... With Ashbringer with me... Gaa! By Dagon's eyes. Listen to me! Do you know who I am?"
One passerby stopped. "A fucking retard?"
"Exactly- I mean. No! Fuck!"
The passerby laughed and walk away.
"You son of a bitch. Get back in here!" he said and tried to pursue the man, but he accidentally tripped on small earth elemental on the ground. He fell on his face. He was helped back up by some citizens before he exited the city, humiliated. Valerius realized he needed help, after all.
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1 week later in Darnassus. Some of Tyrande's political opponents have swore loyalty to her, namely Maiev and Shandris. All who took part in the mutinies were put to death. Maiev Shadowsong survived the gutting and was reinstated as Illidan Stormrage's warden. With regards to Maiev's health, however, Lo'Gosh didn't put her intestines back properly and her stomach was still damaged and he didn't heal her enough. This made her suffer frequent stomach aches and vomiting whenever she ate.
Valeera maintained a close eye on Lo'Gosh, making sure he doesn't eviscerate any night elves. On one night, he had the urges again. Valeera solved this by simply letting him lay on her stomach while she ate, then he would calm down.
While they were sleeping together in their chambers, Tyrande Whisperwind herself awoken them and ordered them to go to the Temple of the Moon. Tyrande said the envoy she sent to Theramore isle had arrived. The two got dressed in haste then ran to the temple. On their way there, elves were carting off a robed old human towards the moonwells. Also walking beside the carted man was a white-haired human female wearing a red ornate robe.
Inside, Lo'Gosh saw 2 wounded Night elves and a dozen Hippogryphs being tended to. He figured they were the envoy the priestess sent. One of them stood out to him who was tending to one of the elves: a blonde human wearing a violet cropped chest plate, segmented pauldrons, and a long violet skirt.
The hubbub around the temple ceased upon the arrival of Tyrande, Lo'Gosh and Valeera. The woman turned and gasped upon looking at Lo'Gosh.
"V-Verandis! By the Light!" the woman ran quickly to hug him. "I knew it. I knew it!" she said while sobbing.
Verandis was unsure what to do so and he didn't even know who she was, so hugged her back. "Yeah... uh, I'm not even sure what's going on."
Jaina gently let go and wiped her tears off with her sleeves. "By the light. I'm just so happy to see you." She extended her hand. "Your real name is Verandis Galerion. I am Archmage Jaina Proudmoore."
Verandis knelt down and kissed her ring finger. "Nice to meet you, Archmage. You must be the one Priestess Tyrande said who could help me."
She smiled and beckoned him to stand up. "Yes. But, I think I need you more." she looked at him intently in the eyes. Her blues against his emerald one. "We need you. Your friends in Silvermoon and Stormwind need you."
He nodded and led Jaina to Sanguinar.
The two women curtsied to each other.
Jaina and Verandis excused themselves to talk in private at the Moonwell where the old man that was carted off. There, they went to check on the unconscious man whom Jaina introduced to Verandis as Archmage Antonidas. She also introduced him to the white-haired woman he saw earlier named Aegwynn. She asked if Antonidas looked familiar to which he doubted. Jaina and Aegwyn explained to him what happened to them:
Aegwynn, Jaina and the night elven envoy visited Dalaran to go through the missives about Verandis's information written by Quel'Thalas's magistrate. One night, while Jaina was in the arcane vaults, the evil Verandis copy appeared from behind her. Jaina got freaked out at the sight, for she thought he was supposed to be in Darnassus. She hastily hid the missives she was reading upon seeing him. The copy then advanced towards her in a seductive way, but Jaina knew this was unusual for him because she thought Verandis was pursuing Sylvanas's love. In came one of the night elves who warned her that the Verandis in the room was the evil clone and that they should kill him at once. Unbeknownst to them, Defias thugs and Titus Valerius were raiding the Vaults.
Jaina managed to escape while the Verandis copy was pre-occupied by the elves and the approaching Dalaran Magi. She frantically scoured for Archmade Antonidas but managed to find Aegwynn who told her she hid him within the Halls of Magic. The two went to fetch the old man who was holding the book the goons were looking for. They managed to escape the city using the Hippogryphs the slain envoys left.
Jaina wiped a tear after telling the story. "I thought it was you. But, I knew in my heart that the Savior of Silvermoon wouldn't do such a thing."
"I was the Saviour of Silvermoon?"
"Hmm, hmm. You go by different names. Both good and bad. Good one being the one I mentioned."
"What's the bad one?" he asked.
"Some humans call you the 'Thalassian maniac' or the 'charming ripper'."
"Why?"
Jaina pursed her lips before abashedly admitting she had history with him. "Let's just say you made me decorate Stormwind's fine masonry with my ingested sustenance."
He coughed and realized that involved his stomach fetish. "Let's not get into detail with that."
"You also hold a high position in Quel'Thalas's magistrate. You serve under Prince Kael'Thas Sunstrider's circle."
Aegwynn jumped in. "Circle of freaks, according to some elves. Kael'Thas Suntrider is cut from the same cloth as you, let's put it that way."
Jaina thought there was too much information for him to absorb and hours of storytelling wouldn't be conducive to restoring the vital parts of his memory, so she asked Aegwynn to perform a ritual for him.
Aegwynn did the ceremony to which she kept the ritual as long as she could until she exhausted her Mana. Throughout the ritual, Verandis had to be held still by Jaina because he'd scream and squirm as some of his memories returned. The ritual ended. Aegwynn collapsed out of exhaustion while Verandis fell on his knees. Jaina quickly went to check up on Aegwynn.
Broll Bearmante and Tyrande came running after hearing Verandis scream. The former went to check up on his friend.
"What happened here?" Tyrande asked Proudmoore.
"The Ritual is done, but at her cost." Jaina said while checking on Aegwynn who was limp and unresponsive. She turned to the Priestess. "She needs Mana or else she will die."
Aegwynn pulled through. She said that Verandis's lost memories were hundreds of years worth, and she could only do so much before she pushed herself too far. His memories in Tamriel was restored, but he still didn't how he got split in two. In addition, his meekness and cowardice was cured. Jaina tried to help by telling him what little she knows, saying she last seen him leaving for Lordaeron after rescuing Princess Calia Menethil and dropping her off to Dalaran.
They were conversing inside Saelienne's inn.
"Is Calia alright?" Verandis asked.
"She left for Stromgrade before your 'evil twin' wrecked the place."
"Thank Auri-el. But, damn! News might already been spreading that it was I who destroyed Dalaran."
"Let's just hope the Kirin Tor were able to chase him out. "Jaina grabbed his calloused hands with her feminine ones. "I'll protect you. Do not worry, Dalaran will not harm you. Archmage Antonidas knows what really happened. Stormwind? I can easily convince King Varian - he trusts me more than anyone. I cannot say the same for Quel'Thalas, however."
"Thanks. I could've sworn the entire Alliance would be after my ass right now."
"How are you two with Ranger General Windrunner?" Jaina asked. "Maybe she can give you protection."
He got remined of the time she rejected his kiss. "It's complicated." He chuckled after. "I like how you thought Sylvanas might give me diplomatic immunity." he laughed at the thought. "That's hilarious."
Valeera jumped in. "Could she be the archer you saw in the Hall of Visions?"
"Yes. It was her."
"Aw. Sorry it didn't work out. Well, if you're still looking for company, there are still a lot of Thalassian women there, like Liadrin for example. Calia would be a nice choice if you fancy a human." Jaina suggested.
"Nah. Your ex, Kael'Thas, is trying to woo Liadrin." He said.
"General Feathermoon spoke highly of you. She thought you're weird but, still." Said the Priestess.
He guffawed. "She's your ward. I don't like the idea of you being my mom in law."
After the innuendo they went back to more pressing matters.
"The other you seems to be making you new enemies, most importantly, making QuelThalas more enemies." Jaina said and shook her head. "Many still don't know there's two of you."
"Fuck that guy. My reputation is already bad prior to him making it worse." he banged on the table. "I will split his head in two, smear his brains on the ground, and piss on his head."
Jaina laughed. "Would you look at that. You have regained your banter." She turned to Aegwynn. "Good job for restoring his memories."
Valeera cringed. The way he talked didn't sit well with her. "Verandis, I didn't know you were a man of violence. I think I want Lo'Gosh back."
Jaina followed. "Maybe that attitude of yours put Sylvanas off despite your powers and good looks."
Tyrande suddenly arrived. She got done studying the crystal and went to him to give it back. She told Verandis that it contained the soul of a divine entity who happens to still be sentient inside. Tyrande joined the casual conversation talking about trivial things, until one of Maiev Shadowsong's wardens came in begging for help.
"Priestess Tyrande. The Moonwell isn't healing her. She keeps vomiting and we believe her stomach is..."
"Hush!" Tyrande put her palm up and immediately turned to Verandis.
Valeera cringed and went to nursing her tankard of wine. While Jaina, having had history of him and knew immediately what he did, rolled her eyes and sighed.
Verandis pursed his lip and let out an awkward smile. He inhaled deep. "Uhm. Yeah."
"Go fix your mess, Verandis." Tyrande said and pointed at the anxious elves standing by the threshold.
He smiled nervously and nodded at Valeera, Jaina, and Tyrande before he quietly went with the wardens.
Valeera stood up after him, but Tyrande raised a palm up and beckoned her to sit down.
The women silently nursed their drinks as they watched Verandis go with the wardens.
The four listened to the elves outside as they departed: "... She's very weak. Maiev had been throwing up for days..."
There was an awkward minute of silence before Jaina spoke.
"For Light's sake. Of all the things he forgotten, somehow his... weird partialism stayed." She took a swig of her drink and sighed. "All of us, let's play a game of truths. Put your right hand up."
The four women did so.
Jaina continued. "Great. Put it down if what I said is true to you." she cleared her throat. "Put your hand down if you asked Verandis for favors."
She put her hand down, so did Tyrande. Valeera and Aegwynn kept their hands up.
"Jaina, if I may. I just met him. I don't know the guy." Aegwynn said.
"Ah, sure. You can stop playing."
"Yay."
Tyrande turned to Jaina. "I'm not going to tell you what I asked him to do. Nor is it wise to say what he did for you. We know they are 'under the table' type tasks." she said and winked at her.
"fair enough. Now, next question." The three all raised their hands. "Put your hand down if..."
Tyrande interrupted and finished the sentence for her to cut straight to the chase. "Put it down if you let him punch you in the stomach."
They all put theirs down. Awkward silence followed.
"Now..." The archmage put her hand up. "Put your hand down if Verandis..." she hesitated for a moment. "...made you throw up."
Again, all three put theirs down.
"Okay. I don't even want to know what you two brought up."
Sanguinar thought it would be funny to gross them out. "Fruit cocktail and wine for me. They looked like milkshake with berry toppings when they came out."
Tyrande, Proudmoore, grimmaced and went "Eww" out of disgust. Aegwynn covered her mouth.
Valeera laughed.
"Alright." Jaina raised her hand up. "Last one." She inhaled deep and swallowed. "With your consent... he made you see what your insides look like."
"Excuse me?" asked Valeera.
"She is asking if you let him open you up like what he did to poor Maiev." Tyrande elaborated.
"Ah, no."
Proudmoore slowly put her hand down. "So, I'm the only one." She clicked her tongue. "At least he healed us all, yes? Otherwise we wouldn't be friends with him."
"Well, Lo'Gosh, I mean Verandis, did spend a lot of time with me." Valeera said. "I managed to contain his urges through his psyche..."
Valeera said to them what she done to control Verandis's fetish. She even told them he was sometimes feeling so guilty he wanted to castrate himself.
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Meanwhile, Verandis was led to Maiev Shadowsong at a moonwell near Illidan Stormrage's prison. He saw her sitting on the edge of the well curled up and grabbing hold of her stomach looking as if she feared her innards would spill out if she let go of it.
The warden who accompanied him told Verandis to keep his distance while she approached Maiev.
The warden knelt down in front of her and gently took off Maiev's helmet. "Maiev? It's me, Marin." she said to the compromised elf. "Lo'Gosh is here to undo the spell."
Maiev slowly looked up to dart him with a mean look. "Tell him. Tell that degenerate to- huueeerrlk!" she vomited before she could finish what she was saying.
Marin stood up and turned to Verandis. "I apologize on behalf of her." She pointed at the puke on the ground. "That's the 10th meal she threw up this night alone. We were force feeding her, but her body just wouldn't accept."
Verandis would normally ask for something in return, namely consent to enact his depraved fetish, and Marin looked decent enough. However, spending time with Valeera took effect on him: for the first time, he was feeling slightly sympathetic to someone who has a stomach ache when normally he'd get a hardon.
Maiev retched and threw up again, then let out a coughing fit.
"Please! The moonwell isn't helping her. We already swore to Tyrande. Maiev have suffered way too much already." Said Marin beggingly to the Altmer who was just snickering.
Verandis was still conflicted mentally, so he just stood there.
Marin got desperate and frustrated that the elf was even thinking twice. She removed her helmet, threw it on the ground, and pointed a finger at him. "You gutted her like a fish and opened her up like a purse. You... monster!" she suppressed a tear and started to unclasp her armour. "It looks like I have no choice but to do what Tyrande did. You must need something in return." She said and pieces of her pauldrons started falling off. "It seems you need compensation from us beautiful Night Elves. Pervert!"
Verandis got hit hard in the feelings and felt guilty again. In stormwind he was called a savage by Garona Halforcen. In Thunderbluff he was called a monster by Helka Grimtotem. His relationship with Sylvanas would've gone well if not for his depraved desires.
"Woah. Woah." he put his hand up. "Stop."
She reached behind her and unclasped her armour. "What will it take for you to cure that vile spell you put on her? Would you like to fuck us all in a gangbang? because we can do that." Marin pointed at her subordinates.
"I was tasked by Tyrande to fix her. I'll get to it."
Verandis gathered up the armour she dropped and approached her.
Marin eventually calmed down and knelt down on the ground, sobbing.
He nodded. "She will live. Don't worry." He said and stroked her hair then helped her put her armour back on.
The operation began. Verandis requested the Wardens to remove Maiev's top armour and lay her down on the grass. Maiev was squirming due to the pain in her stomach, but was ultimately too weak to resist the wardens due to malnutrition.
"We are really sorry, Ma'am." said Marin.
Maiev Shadowsong looked attractive to Verandis and he thought she had nice white hair and kissable violet lips, but still nowhere as hot as Sylvanas or Valeera. Despite this, he went ahead with the surgery in a professional way, not taking advantage of her.
He used his alteration spells to painlessly phase out Maiev's abdomen. The Wardens watched in awe at the Tamrielic magic he performed. "Don't look down, ma'am. What ever you do, don't..."
"By Elune! What did you... Don't rip them out again!" Maiev looked down and was horrified at the sight of her own innards. She let out a raspy scream and squirmed, but she was still being held still by the wardens.
"Maiev, please. Be still. He is here to help you." said Marin.
Maiev's intestines were pink with some green parts, her liver was violet, and her stomach was red. Verandis leaned close to see what's causing her trouble and saw the damages he done courtesy of his handiwork. It was severe:
Her intestines were tied up in knots because he didn't put them back properly. So, when the peristalsis moved her intestines, they tangled on themselves, cutting the blood supply thus killing off some loops of her small intestines. Her shriveled stomach had a lengthy laceration, but not deep enough to cause the contents to spill out. This was due to his botched healing after he tore open her stomach to see what she ate the night he tortured her. Her liver, large intestine, pancreas, and gall bladder were fine.
"By Auriel. I'm so sorry, Lady Shadowsong. I am very sorry for this." he said.
Maiev didn't reply, instead she kept moaning in pain.
Verandis didn't feel an erection because he went full on surgeon mode. He just wanted to heal her.
"Elune's mercy! Looks like some of her organs have necrotized." Marin said as she gazed upon her superior's organs.
"Yes. Looks like it's been like this for days, now."
They heard Maiev's guts grumble.
"She hadn't eaten anything, too." Marin said and shook her head.
"Make her drink some moonwell water, please." commanded Verandis.
Marin hastily fetched some water from the well and tried to make Maiev drink. "Ma'am. Open your mouth, please."
"No use. I'm going to puke it up anyway." Maiev mumbled.
"Just fill her mouth up." He gently lifted Maiev's liver and slowly slid his hand on her grumbling stomach to reach and grab hold of the lowermost part of her esophagus that was close to the pear-shaped organ.
"Huuelk!" Exclaimed Maiev as she retched in response to the sensation.
He felt her organ contract. "Lady Maiev. I need you to fill your mouth with the water and then swallow them in one big gulp. I'll make sure you don't hurl up."
Marin stroked Maiev's head and made her partake on the moonwell water until Maiev's mouth puffed to full capacity.
"Swallow." Verandis said.
She swallowed.
He watched closely as the water went down her esophagus and inflated her deflated stomach. He waited 7 seconds, which was the usual time for food to go from mouth to stomach, and shook the organ. He heard the water sloshing inside. "Make her drink more if she can."
Maiev quickly downed some more moonwell water. She could feel Verandis's hands on her stomach and her esophagus getting pinched. "Buerrgh!" she retched, and some of the water she drank shot up and exit her mouth.
Verandis quickly pinched on her esophagus trapping the moonwell water in her stomach. He observed that Night elven stomach seemed to be able to hurl up its contents without the use of the abdominal muscles or the diaphragm. He looked down and could see the stomach contracting, the water inside splashing. He kept on pinching her esophagus as hard as he could, without making her too sick, to make sure she doesn't vomit the healing water. After a few minutes, the water began taking effect: the laceration on her stomach healed slightly. The altmer also noticed her stomach was deflating due to the water going down her duodenum, into the pyloric sphincter, and into her small intestine.
"Yes! The moonwell is saving her!" he turned to Marin who was watching the process beseechingly. "More, Marin."
"Try to drink as much as you can, Maiev. You're almost cured."
Shadowsong drank as much as she could until she began retching again.
Verandis was quick to stop her stomach from shooting the water up. He then put his other hand on her exposed organs and began untangling the knotted guts while casting a healing spell directly on them. This was the hardest part, but he succeeded. After the necrotic loops have turned pink due to healing, he grabbed hold of her stomach and pulled. Forcing the water to go down would hasten the healing of her intestines.
Maiev retched in response to the squeezing of her stomach. Some of the water shot up. "Urrrrrlk!" she vomited.
Marin stroked her head while she wiped off the puke on her mouth and cheek. "Stay strong, Ma'am?"
"I'm feeling better. I... I might just stop puking if he stops... argh... kneading my insides too hard." She complained before she retched again. "Bueeergh...akh"
She threw up again, but Verandis pinched on her esophagus to quickly stop the puking process.
Verandis heard and observed her stomach contract violently, churning and swirling the water she drank as it tried to eject them up. "Just a little more, Maiev." Said Verandis who continued to put his hands on her noisy, warm, vulnerable, and soft internal organs.
After a few more minutes of the weird procedure, Verandis finally healed her, but he kept the alteration spell on. So, her organs were still exposed. To test if her organs were healthy enough to take in food, he asked the wardens to feed her fruits from the nearby trees. As she ate and filled her stomach, he carefully observed the movements of the food items in her organs. He didn't have a listening instrument so he leaned close and pressed his ear on her exposed stomach and moving intestines to hear if she is digesting well. After listening to the gurgles of her warm guts, he held on to her stomach with both hands, pressing lightly to feel its peristalsis and fullness as Maiev ate the fruits all while trying her best to not vomit. He continued to observe her stomach until he felt the organ was full.
"Feels good and sounds good. Okay, let me check if it can eject. Turn your head to the side, Ma'am." Verandis agitated the organ for a moment before he pressed.
Marin turned Maiev's head to the left. Just below beside them was Shadowsong's puddle of puke.
"Wait, wha-". Suddenly she felt her stomach get squeezed and food shoot up her throat. Maiev then tasted the flavour of her recent meal as he forced the fruits she just ate to come out. "Bleuuergh!" she uncontrollably vomited, spilling the chewed up chunks on the grass. "Bwwwllkh!"
"Oops. Sorry. I pressed too hard there."
"Careful. Fucking hell. Argh!" she said while Marin whiped off the puke from her mouth.
"Digestion is okay, peristalsis is okay..." he said while feeling up her delicate organs, careful not to make her nauseous by pressing too hard. He glanced at the mountain of chewed up fruits she puked up. "Regurgitation is okay..."
"You made me eat all that just to make me puke them up again?" Asked Maiev while she pointed at the mountain of puke beside her.
"Your stomach had a nasty wound and wasn't functioning properly. That explains why it kept hurting and you kept vomiting. I was checking your basic gastric functions: One, it should be able to accept food; Two,it has process food; And, finally, sometimes eject food."
"Why was it like that, then? Huh? care to remind us all what you did to me?"
"I'm sorry, okay. I went crazy and wanted to know what you had for supper."
"You could've asked me what I had to eat that night and I would've told you. You instead opened me up like bag of children's surprise treats."
"I just got caught up in both your political nonsense and took a side. You swore to Tyrande and we should all be cool. Now, please. Another test before you're cleared."
Verandis made her drink some more Moonwell water and again re-assessed the movements and sounds by observing the fluid flow and the hands-on agitation of her internal organs, respectively. When the conversion to mana and energy in the large intestine was confirmed to be normal, he cleaned her organs and finally undid the alteration spell. The Wardens thanked him. Maiev, who had to sit through that weird operation, finally accepted Verandis's apology.
For the first time in his life he had professionally operated on a very attractive woman's stomach without getting an erection. This was a major milestone for him, and he had Valeera Sanguinar to thank. He thought him being split in two and being carted off to live like an animal in Orgrimmar was a blessing in disguise after all, at least for his ethics. With a smirk on his mouth and with the beautiful wardens walking by his side, he casually strolled back to the inn to proudly tell Tyrande the success of his operation.
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Jaina and Verandis left Kalimdor to set sail for Stormwind, leaving Valeera and Broll to address Tyrande's problems with regards to Fendral. Archmage Antonidas is to stay in Darnassus to recuperate some more. On their way there, Verandis could make out the sight of a small island from a distance. At first he ignored it, but a blurred memory came prompting him to want to check it out.
He approached Jaina and asked her what the island was.
"I don't know. That's deserted."
"I think I need to go there, if you don't mind. I'm sensing a feeling of familiarity."
Jaina nodded and ordered the captain to rev the engine to make haste towards the small island.
As the wind blew through Jaina and Verandis's long hairs as the ship sailed, Jaina's maritime instincts sensed there was something in the water. She ordered the captain to raise the sails and cut off the engine. For some time, they listened until something big leapt out of the water.
"Look out! Naga!" Shouted the captain.
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To be continued.