Wrong place at the wrong time.
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Dreaming cave, Cephora Tower
Artaeum, Aurbis, 4th era 202
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Two months have passed since Verandis had his vacation in Summerset and his heavenly session with his colleague, Elenwen. During his time there, he spent a lot of research in the College of Sapiarchs, his alma mater. There he once again met Quaranir, the Psijic order envoy who helped him during the College of Winterhold's run in with Ancano. Out of curiosity, Verandis requested Quranir to allow him to visit Artaeum. At first, the envoy declined, but after pestering him and taking him out to Cloudrest in a brothel and getting him intoxicated, Verandis got the mage to attune him to Arteum. He was able to get there through a secret portal that was located on top of the ruins of the Crystal Tower, north of Cloudrest city where only the attuned can make use of.
Ever since visiting Artaeum, the home of the Psijic Order, he had gone accustomed to the island. He indulged in learning about the antiquities of the Psijic vault that contained a plethora of confiscated artifacts that brought chaos and unrest to Nirn. He learnt about the Augur of the Obscure – a crystalline skeleton whom he was fond of talking to telling him stories about his adventures with The Vestige back in 582 of the 2nd era. He learnt more about the Eye of Magnus the very artifact he encountered with the College of Winterhold in Saarthal last year in Skyrim. He himself had an artifact on his person, Dawnbreaker, he sometimes pondered if he'd lock the daedric artifact in the vault just to mess with Meridia.
It was midnight, the mages were either hard at work up Cephora tower or sleeping. Verandis was alone in the Dreaming Cave studying about the different dimensions and realities the Portal can traverse through. The order's Loremaster had allowed Verandis to study the portal, but in no way must he use it. Verandis, being the egotistical jerk that he is, stole a copy of the portal's user manual from the order's highest authority – Ritemaster Valsirenn. He stole it from her room.
He opened the manual. "What the hell is this mumbo-jumbo?" The writings were all in Ancient Aldmer, which he couldn't understand. There were complex illustrations, however, that he can make out which were the placements of Nirn and the different daedric realms.
Among those realms were unmarked and unnamed dimensions. What he was looking for was a place called Fargrave, a realm where Nirn and Oblivion inhabitants coexist. He wanted to go there because he heard from one of the Loremasters that there were plenty of attractive dremora women over there.
"Fargrave… fargrave…" he scoured the maps for a realm that interfaced The Deadlands and Nirn, which exactly where Fargrave is.
After an hour of searching, he found it, or at least he thought he did. Wasting no time, he picked up his backpack and secured his equipment. He will be taking Dawnbreaker, Mehrunes Razor, and Azura's star with him.
Verandis closed the book and went over to the portal control. He channeled his magicka and anchored himself to the realm he thought of as Fargrave. The portal suddenly roared to life and a glowing light appeared on the center of the machine. The whole tower shook.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed as he thought he probably woken up everybody including Ritemaster Valsirenn. A few seconds past, and he was still not done anchoring himself. To make matters worse, Ritemaster Valsirenn and Loremaster Celarus just entered the cave. "Oh, no."
"What on earth are you doing, Dragonborn?!" exclaimed the Ritemaster.
Verandis, upon seeing them decided to run into the portal, but something was wrong, something was very wrong – he was being electrocuted by the energy and felt he was being pulled apart from every direction. "Ritemaster! Help me!"
Loremaster Celarus went to the controls to try and shut it down, but the anchoring had already been initiated. "There's no use, Val."
Verandis screamed in agony. "Aaaaaargh!"
"Move over! Let me do it!" the Ritemaster took over. She attempted to shut the portal down, but to no avail. She shook her head. "It would seem all the daedric realms are pulling him all at once."
"What the fuck?!" asked Verandis, still in agony.
"All the Daedric princes think your soul belongs to them. You will need to be ported to a realm outside of Mundus." Valsiren said.
Celarus gasped. "Ritemaster… he'll be in another dimension."
"Better than these Daedra taking his soul and using him for their own malicious intents!" Valsirenn channeled her magicka and the tower's energy to anchor Verandis to a random unnamed plane. The portal started to glow brighter and the Tower shook even more. "I'm sorry. Verandis Galerion, The Last Dragonborn. You are banished!"
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"Help! Help!" Shouted Verandis as he ran towards a large wooden gate. He pounded on the gate hoping they'd let him in. Franticly, he looked around but all he can see were hastily approaching undead from a far distance within the trees. "Open the gate!"
On top of the wall's merlons, appeared several figures. Verandis thought they were the inhabitants of the city. He waved.
One figure spoke. It was a woman. "What are you doing out there, citizen? We are on the midst of an undead invasion from Prince Arthas Menethil!"
"Prince what?... I don't care! They're coming after my ass right now. Can I please come in, please?" he said beggingly.
"Belono sil'aru, belore'dorei." Replied the woman. With that, the figures ducked down.
"What?"
A man stood up. "Sylvanas said you're on your own. We're are very sorry, but the gates are locked." The man ducked down as they braced for the incoming undead.
"Who the fuck is?... Fuck all of you! I'm breaking in!" Said Verandis. Sensing that the undead are coming close, he inhaled and filled his chest with air. "Fus… Ro Dah!"
The dragon shout broke through, the elfgate swung open. What Verandis saw behind the gate were terrified citizens screaming in panic. He can make out their features: they looked like high elves from Summerset but hey had very long ears that pierced through their hair and long stiff brows that protrude sideways. "By Auri-el."
"Farstriders! Shoot him!" The woman shouted.
"No! please!" an arrow struck him on the shoulder. "Argh!" he conjured up a Psijic damage shield and ran inside the city.
The citizens backed away and started throwing rocks at him.
"Stop! Please! I mean no harm. I'm just lost!" he said while holding up the shield that enclosed him. When he looked to his back to where there merlons are, the elf woman drew her bow at him and shot an arrow. He could sense a strong magical frost energy in her shot so he braced.
The arrow shattered his shield and one of the citizens threw a cabbage at him striking him on the back of the head.
"Shit."
As he prepared to cast another one, the woman held her hand up to the archers standing on the wall's defenses. "Stop! Don't waste arrows on this dolt. Get down there and close the gate as soon as possible."
"Yes, Ranger General." The Archers shouted.
The woman descended down the scaffolding and approached Verandis.
As she got closer, he could see her features more clearly. It was not long until she was only a few feet from him. He is instantly transfixed by her beauty: her skin was fair like that of a Nord, her eyes blue and lashes thick as if she's wearing eyeliner, her cheeks and face symmetrical, her chin tapered down narrowly, her blonde brows long and stiff protruding to the sides, her long blonde hair styled in a sideswept bang under a dark blue hood with iron inserts, her long stiff ears protruding through her hood. He also couldn't help himself but look at her body: she wore a blue ornate breastplate that only covered her chest, her lean and toned abdomen completely exposed; she wore a blue cape on top of two big feathered pauldrons on each shoulder; she had ornate blue metallic guards, gauntlets, and greaves all with impressive heraldries and luminating stones.
"Hey! Identify yourself, citizen." The woman said. "I am Ranger General Sylanas Windrunner head of the Farstrider rangers."
He snapped out of his trance. He stopped looking at her abdomen then his green eyes went up to meet her blues. "V-Verandis Galerion. Sapiarch Verandis Galerion of Summerset - Psijic order initiate, Arch mage of The College of Winterhold, the Last Dragonbo- "
"What?" her brows went askew as she had no clue about what he said. "Whatever. By the light! how did you break through that gate so easily? That gate is protected by the most powerful enchantments known to magic."
"What are you talking about? I didn't feel any magical enchantments on that gate."
The woman's brows went askew. "Really?" she had a worried look on her. "How can you possibly feel magic? We are about to get invaded here, mister. Now is not the time to play games."
His ego got challenged. "Do not question my magical prowess, woman. There was no enchantment on that gate! And yes. I can sense magic. You have cold hands right now. That was from that ice-imbued arrow you shot at me just now."
"Impossible." Her mouth went ajar in disbelief. She turned around to the rangers at the walls. "Lor'Themar, how far are they?" She began to panic.
"They have 30 seconds before they can get to our line of fire."
"The Elfgate is inactive." She said.
"What? How can that be?!" Lor'Themar Theron replied. "There's got to be no way Arthas would've known the location of those Mooncrystals!"
The citizens nearby started clamoring and panicking.
Verandis held her on her arm. "What can I do to help, Madam Windrunner."
"How dare you touch me, citizen!" She said as she pulled herself away.
"Gods damnit!" Verandis walked towards the rangers. "You, there! mister archer." Verandis shouted at Theron. "Where is this Arthas gentleman? I will take him on!"
Theron paused then laughed. "Fool! He has gone through the first elfgate besting our finest Farstriders. What makes you think you have a chance?"
Verandis started to show off by making himself levitate "You underestimate my powers? I'll have you know I can burn you before you can draw an arrow you long eared-"
"Enough!" Sylvanas screamed. He poked at Verandis. "If you want to test your mettle and think you're this great magister, how about you help our magi restore the Mooncrystals? Maybe you'll meet an early death and stumble upon the prince."
"I have no idea what those are or where they are, but I'll do it."
She turned around. "Ranger lord Nathanos! Over here!"
A hooded man from the crenels descended down the scaffolding and approached the two. "Yes, ma'am?"
She looked at the Altmer. "This is Ranger Lord Nathanos, my finest ranger. You claim to be an Arch mage, yes?"
"Yes."
"This is a suicide mission. Nathanos will likely survive, he will be leaving you for dead if you can't defend yourself."
"Understood."
Nathanos and Syl glanced at each other for a moment then back at the altmer. She continued. "Our citizens are already alerted about the inactivity of the elfgate and will be informing the convocation of Silvermoon about it. The bulk of my forces will defend the gate. I cannot risk anymore elves trying to stop Arthas. We must defend. You, on the other hand, are insignificant and disposable."
"This is where we both come in, yes?" Verandis asked.
"Yes. I'd rather have the heir to Silvermoon's throne, a powerful mage named Kael'Thas Sunstrider, be more suited for the job, but he is nowhere to be found. You two are to investigate and assess before the magi are sure the area surrounding the stones are safe enough before they try to proceed and recharge them."
Nathanos jumped in "We must go now, Ranger General. I will explain the whole thing to him on the way."
"Don't let us down, Archmage." She said before she hastily ascended the steps of the scaffolding.
The two went to Silvermoon palace and requested the aid of the first mage they saw - Dar'Khan Drathir. However, when they were about to enter a portal to the first Mooncrystal in An'telas, Dar'Khan demanded that Verandis must port to Quel'danas at the Sunwell Plateau and join Silvermoon's magi manually reenergize the gates enchantment without the stones.
"It will be a lot quicker to reenchant the elfgates if we all gather around the plateau and channel all of our Mana to the city's defense." Dar'khan said as he was conjuring a portal for Verandis. "Arthas most likely destroyed all three altars and bound all of the stones already by now. The Sunwell is our only hope."
"How on earth did Arthas get to know where those crystals are? Only the ranger lords of the Farstriders and Convocations of Silvermoon know."
Verandis spoke. "Maybe there is a traitor amongst your ranks?"
"As much as it is a hard pill to swallow, that might be a possibility." Said Drathir. He was done conjuring the portal. "There."
Before Verandis could step through, Nathanos stopped him. "Wait." He turned to Drathir. "Ranger lord Theron told me last week he gave you the locations."
"Indeed."
"What for?"
While they were talking, Verandis could smell the magic emanating from Drathir. It smelt like the type of magic from Calixto in Windhelm. 'I wonder if he practices necromancy' he thought.
Suddenly, they started shouting at each other escalating in Dar'khan shoving Nathanos. The ranger pulled out a dagger and slashed him on the face. The mage retaliated by kicking him with a push kick, knocking him back.
"What the fuck?" Verandis said.
Dar'khan suddenly casted a fireball at the Altmer, knocking him back into the portal.
Verandis landed face first onto the pavement after he got ported to Sunwell Plateau inside the Shrine of the Eclipse. He quickly got up and turned back but he cursed when the portal was gone.
"By Auri-el! They're fucked. Everybody is fucked!"
Behind him he could hear agonal moaning. He breathed in and could smell blood and foul necromantic magic. Verndis slowly turned around and saw the gruesome sight of dead elves littering the Sunwell.
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To put everything briefly, Verandis came face to face with Drathir when the latter returned to the sunwell to kill the altmer and dispel the sunwell itself. Verandis easily kills Drathir by using Unrelenting Force and strangling him with a guillotine choke while he was on the ground. A tired and wounded Nathanos came in with priestess Liadrin to confront Drathir, but were surprised he was dead at the hands of the dragonborn. Having noticed there were no more mages powerful enough to manually reactivate the wall's enchantment, Liadrin asked if Galerion can do it himself. Unfortunately, his spells were powered by Magicka and the enchantment required Mana. With no one to re-activate the enchantment and Galerion unable to partake in the Sunwell's power, they had to summon the absentee prince, Kael'Thas Sunstrider, from Dalaran and also request the aid of the Kirin Tor.
Liadrin set off to Dalaran while Nathanos and Verandis ran back into Silvermoon. When they got there, they were too late: the inner gate was overrun and Arthas himself was inside the city proper. Sylvanas was wounded and the death knight was standing in front of her about to give the killing blow. Nathanos tried to fight off the prince by shooting arrows but was incapacitated when he got struck by a death coil. Verandis, wanting to save Sylvanas, challenged the death knight to a duel and that the undead and the defenders of Silvermoon are to not engage in battle. That of course didn't happen when Arthas laughed it off and raised his sword at Syl. The dragonborn shouted at him with Unrelenting force, knocking him back giving time for Lor'themar Theron to grab Sylvanas and retreat. Angered, Arthas accepted Galerion's challenge and ordered his undead army to not attack. He then stated the terms that if Galerion were to lose, Galerion is to be raised as an undead and Silvermoon shall surrender, granting him unopposed access to the Sunwell.
In the duel, Verandis fought him with magic and he was resilient, too egotistical and prideful to give up. The dragonborn put up fierce resistance until he was out of magicka. With his primary source of defense gone, he was at Arthas's mercy. Verandis got wounded in the leg on one of the exchanges and he dropped down. The Deathknight raised Frostmourne and was about to kill him. When he swung the sword down, Verandis suddenly pulled out a sword of him own – Meridia's most powerful artifact, the blade that thwarted Nocturnal's plan of divine domination, the Dawnbreaker.
He swung Dawnbreaker upward while Arthas swung Frostmourne down, the two blades collided with each other, the former going up sideways and the latter going straight down. There was a huge shockwave that threw both of them the moment Dawnbreaker and Frostmourne both broke into fragments. All the souls of those fell by Frostmourne were released and the light energy of the Dawnbreaker exploded, severing Arthas's connection to the sword.
The undead went in a frenzy, attacking everyone including each other. With the undead being disorganized, the defenders of Silvermoon were able to fend them off until Sunstrider finally arrived by portal from Dalaran, including Jaina Proudmoore, and Archmage Antonidas. Sunstrider was able to re-energize the Elfgate enchantments, barring any more undead from entering the city.
The battle concluded with a decisive Silvermoon Victory. Arthas was apprehended by Proudmoore and Antonidas while Galerion was brought to Farstrider square for healing. Kael'thas demanded that Arthas be executed at once, but he was quickly transported to Stormwind by Antonidas to face trial.
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Verandis opened his eyes. The multiple fractures he sustained in his duel with Arthas the day before were healed. He still had pain in his muscles and most of his body still hurts. He rubbed his eyes and sat on the side of the bed. He was in a small room. A few feet away, opposite him, was the ranger general sitting with her legs crossed reading a volume. She was wearing her midriff-baring farstrider armour.
"Ah, you're finally awake." She flipped to another page of the volume. "How are you, Archmage?" she lowered the volume down, letting him get a glimpse of her sly smile and blue eyes looking at him. "Archmage Verandis, hero of Silvermoon?"
He noticed his Sapiarch robe was replaced with a white kirtle. His brows raised. "I don't even know what happened." He shook his head and stood up. "What in Auri-el am I wearing? And where are my stuff?"
"Over here. Right next to me." She pointed a brass chest near the lounge chair she sat. "That sword of yours shattered in your fight, unfortunately."
"It's Meridia's loss. I got much better stuff at home anyway."
"Wow. What we wouldn't do to have one of those." She closed the book and stood up. "Will you stand up straight for me?"
"Uh… okay." He did what she asked.
Sylvanas pulled her hood back, letting her long blonde hair fall. She then knelt on one knee and bowed before him. "For your selfless display of heroism and your actions for stopping the Fallen Prince and the invasion of the Scourge. I, Sylvanas Windrunner of the Farstrider rangers, on behalf of the people of Quel'Thalas, thank you. Please, if there is anything you wish or anything you need from us, we'll be happy to give you."
His heart started to pump fast as he already knew what he wanted – he wished to enact his depraved fetish on her. Not now, but after he knew for sure she had something to throw up. As a test if she was really willing to give him anything, he asked a risqué question. "Okay, fornicate with me."
Verandis expected her to slap him on the face considering she is a tough-minded general, judging from his brief encounter with her the other day. She looked at him with a blank stare. "Of course, Savior of Silvermoon." Hesitantly, her hands went to unbuckling her chest plate. Her fingers were shivering.
This surprised him. He never thought she'd willingly give herself so sudden like that. "Woah, woah, woah!" before she could get something off, Verandis put both palms up telling her to stop. "'twas a jest. 'twas only a jest. Look, I just need some answers."
Sylvanas secured her armour back while letting out a sly smile looking relieved that she doesn't have to do it. "Ask away."
"First of all, please don't think I'm crazy or my mind isn't working properly because I took too many blows yesterday."
"Okay, I'm listening."
"Alright. You see, I am not from here." she looked at her intently. "I do not know where I am."
"You said before you were a mage from Summer..."
"Summerset."
"Yes, Summerset. Where is that?"
"It's in a planet called Nirn in the Province of Tamriel."
She placed a hand on her chin. "Hmmm. I've never heard about those places before." she then looked his facial features. "What are you?"
"I'm what they refer to as an Altmer - a high elf."
"Really? I thought you're a human." Sylvanas reached for the sides of his head with both hands, and parted his hair to reveal his pointed ears. "By the light. Your ears are short." she then parted his bangs to look at his brows. "Your brows are short, too. Like a human's."
He smiled. "Weird, isn't it? the entire thing, I mean."
"Aye. It's my first time to see a short-eared elf." she laughed and extended a hand for a handshake. "Welcome, then. Welcome to the Elven Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, in the world of Azeroth."
Syl told him about the history of the city, its origins, the first war, the second war, the dark portal, the invasion of the scourge, the Alliance of Lordaeron and all the other crap. He also shared his story to her about his time in Tamriel, from his beginnings, the wars he fought, the Oblivion crisis, and all the events leading up to now.
"By The Light. It does makes sense why you held yourself well against Arthas." She held him on his right arm with both of her hands. Her eyes peering into his. "You know, you remind me of my sister Alleria. She was an adventurer, till she got trapped in Dreanor in the Second war. You said you were an adventurer in Tamriel, right? Why not continue your adventuring here? Help us: Help the Alliance get back to its feet, help us defend against a possible horde invasion or a possible dark portal invasion, do errands for the doomed kingdoms of Lorderon and Gilneas."
"It doesn't look like I have a choice here, Madam Windrunner. I can't go back home even if I wanted to."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The door went ajar and a bearded human man snuck his head in - it was Ranger lord Nathanos Marris. "Excuse me for my intrusion, Ranger General, but Mister Galerion is needed in Sunstrider Spire for the ceremony."
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It was night time. Verandis had been awarded Thalassian citizenship and given a place in Silvermoon's Magisters by King Anasterian Sunstrider. He was stargazing outside the balcony of his room wearing the robe given to him. He didn't like it because of the ridiculously large pauldrons on his shoulder.
"You know, you can always take them off." Sylvanas said as she appeared behind him.
"These shoulders. Damn these things." He said, unbuckling the massive pauldrons from his robe.
She went over to him and helped him unclasp the massive pauldrons "Ranger Lord Lor'themar Theron gathered the fragments of your broken sword. I was going to ask if it's okay for the convocation to study them."
He let the puldron drop down and stretched his arms and shook away the soreness. "Tell them I approve." he said, turning to face her.
"Will do, Magister." She turned her back but suddenly Verandis held her by the arm.
"Wait, Ma'am. About that thing we talked about this morning."
She turned around. "What thing?"
"When I brought up having sex with you."
"And..."
"I think I'm ready."
"Umm..." Sylvanas swallowed hard in nervousness. "I thought you were just joking."
"Yes, but I just thought that wasn't the right time."
"I… I don't know, Verandis. This just seems… weird."
"Fine. You're going to deny the Hero of Silvermoon his one and only wish?" he shook his head "Truth be told. I decided to stay here because of you, ma'am." Verandis now started to do some acting. "I should've let Arthas kill me and never fought back." He faked wiping off a tear. "Silvermoon, Summerset, Skyrim… same places. Don't give a hoot what I did for them."
Sylvanas's tone turned sympathetic. "Verandis, you're being ridiculous. You're an honorary member of the Magisters of Silvermoon. Your name will be immortalized for generations to come."
"Doesn't matter. I'm just gonna kill myself." He brought out Mehrunes razor.
She rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright. I'll have sex with you, just put that away."
Verandis then smiled and giggled. "You consented. Now it's official!"
She looked at him with an apathetic look. "Damn you, Verandis."
"Hey. I saved your people."
"Alright, consider this your fucking reward." she exhaled and looked at him with a mean stare.
"Hold on. Instead of having sex with you. I was thinking of doing something else." He rubbed his hands together.
"Like what?"
"You know… I have a fetish."
"Oh, wow. A fucking weirdo. You know, you'd fit in well with Kael'Thas's goons. What are you into? Feet? Armpits? Hair?"
His gazed went down to her exposed abdomen. "I have a stomach fetish. I was thinking about punching you in the stomach and opening you up to explore your internal organs."
Sylvanas's brows furrowed, her forehead creased, and her mouth went ajar. "What... the... fuck."
"You in?"
She crossed her arms. "I do not consent to getting eviscerated."
"Do not worry. I'm also a master healer and an experienced surgeon." He suddenly slashed his arm with Mehrune's Razor.
"By the light! What the hell are you doing?"
"No, no, no. Observe" he then casted a healing spell on himself.
"Okay…" She said as she watched the nasty wound on his arm close. She then looked down on her exposed abdomen. "So… you want to punch my stomach and cut me open and explore my guts?"
"Yes." He toyed with his dagger. "Do not worry about a thing. The gutting will be painless, clean, and bloodless."
"How can you be sure of that?"
"My healing skills are unmatched." He pulled out his dagger and placed the belly of the blade across his throat. "You want me to show you again?"
She placed a palm on her middle and sighed. "Fine. Let's do... whatever this is."
They both went into his lavishly decorated flat and entered his master bedroom.
Verandis stripped down to only his loincloth while Sylvanas only removed her weapons and armour leaving her wearing a brown leather crop top and black leather pants.
"Nice." She said, marveling upon his aesthetic physique. "Anyway, I figured I don't remove anything anymore because my stomach is what's giving you a hardon."
"Fair enough. Have you eaten already, ma'am?" Verandis asked while he was tidying up their apparel.
She went over to his bed and sat down. "Yes, I just got done before I went up to see you."
"Stand over there behind the wall, please."
She did as she was told. "I'm ready." Syl flexed her abs as hard as she could.
Verandis punched her hard. His fist contacted with her abs, but she took the punch really well. He was impressed that her toned well defined abs were as strong as a Nord's, or even stronger. "Wow. I can tell you exercise a lot." He delivered a barrage of punches until his deltoid muscles were starting to get tired. All throughout she let out grunts, but she took them well.
"That's all you got?" Sylvanas said. "Arthas was able to overpower me and you're supposed to be the one who beat him."
"Let me remind you that we were using magic and swords." He shook of his arms.
"Give up?" she smirked.
Verandis went to his closet and got a thin scarf and went back to her. "Here. Put this on." She took it and started to tie it on behind the back of her hair. However, while she was distracted, she unknowingly relaxed her abdomen and stood straight. This was his chance. Verandis hastily casted a force amplification spell on his right fist, ducked down, pivoted his hips and delivered a right straight punch into the middle part of her abdomen. Verandis's fist went in so deep he heard a rumble as her organs were squeezed by his fist and the wall.
"Oooogh!" she exclaimed agonizingly and immediately clutched her stomach with both hands with his fist still buried deep within her. She bent over. "Bleurgh!" She vomited a viscous reddish liquid stream of her undigested dinner onto the elf's arm. Some of it coming out her nose.
He felt the warmth and smelt the sourness of her puke. Verandis went wild and kept pressing his fist deep then pinned her chest with his shoulder to straighten her up when she went limp. For a moment she stopped throwing up until he pressed even stronger. Syl's chin rested on his right trap. "That's right, baby." He looked down and saw what she had for dinner which was yellow pieces of food and red liquid.
"Huerrgh!" she puked more. The vomit ran from her mouth onto his shoulder, onto his back, onto his leg, before finally forming a mushy heap on the floor. "You sucker punched me, you fuckin- Bluurgh!" Sylvanas heaved more of her dinner. "Urgh... Fucking bastard."
He could feel her insides deflate and his fist going deeper with lesser resistance as she continued to give up more of her dinner. He felt her innards moving and could hear rumbles as her organs were being forced to eject her food. Finally, he stopped pressing his fist into her stomach and moved back to let her double over.
The pain in her entire digestive system was so great she dropped down on her knees, clutching her abdomen and curled up. The remnants of her dinner swirling, her stomach precariously trying to keep them in. She burped and covered her mouth, but ultimately she still threw up.
After she was done, Verandis went down and helped her straighten up. Slowly, she did and let him remove her arms from clutching her middle. When her beaten abdomen was exposed while she was kneeling, he noticed red marks on the middle and upper part. He couldn't help it so he hit her again. He delivered another very hard punch to her middle.
"Arrrgh!" Sylvanas didn't have time to flex so his fist got buried deep in. She immediately held on to her abdomen with both arms despite his fist still buried. Syl tried to bend over to upchuck her guts out, but Verandis held her hair, preventing her. Still, her stomach lurched then she forcefully heaved more of her meal in a projectile vomiting manner that shot for a foot and a half. "I… I never should've eaten."
"What on earth did you eat, Ranger General?" he asked, looking at the mess her guts made. He stopped holding on to her hair letting her drop down in a fetal position.
"Hold on… I need a break." Her voice was constricted and labored. "I need to catch my breath."
For 2 minutes, Sylvanas was curled up in pain and not moving much. Verandis on the other hand decided to collect her vomit and store them in a glass jar.
"So… what did you eat for dinner, ma'am? I don't know what to make of these." He asked, showing her a sealed glass jar of the food she ate that he forcefully pumped out of her.
"Anar'alah Belore. By the Light! You're a disgusting creature." She was able to recover enough to get up and sit down on the side of the bed, hands still glued to her aching middle. "Stormwind Brie cheese, bread, and Moonberry juice. That's all I had." She was still wincing.
Verandis opened the jar, put it close to his nose and whiffed. "It's acidic, of course from your stomach juices. It does smell fruity, though."
"Eww! That's disgusting! I can't believe the person who saved us from utter annihilation is an absolute weirdo."
He placed the bottle of puke on an end table. "Now, I want to examine your guts."
"No! no! not that. Fuck that." she said, getting ready to head for the door.
"Please. I'm not going to use the blade. I have a magical spell for it. It's called Inner visuals. An alteration spell I made." He casted the spell on his own chest. "Look." Slowly, his chest flesh, ribs, and lungs phased out exposing his beating heart to her. "Here it is. No pain."
"If I still had food in me, I think I'd throw up again." She said, disgusted.
He stopped casting. The lung, ribs, muscles and skin phased back in.
"I don't know about this."
He clicked his tongue. "Alright, let's not do the gutting thing, for now. Let me fill you up with potions and let me squeeze your stomach till you throw up."
She winced at him. "By the light. You just made me throw up, now you want me to puke again?"
"Either this or we'll proceed with the gutting."
She sighed. "Fine."
Verandis hurriedly took 2 health potions in the alchemical station and made her drink them. To her relief, the potions completely removed her excruciating stomach ache. Verandis then made her lay down on the bed while he knelt down perpendicular to her making her abdomen accessible to him.
"Just relax your stomach, Sylvanas. The sooner you puke; the sooner it'll be over."
"If you suddenly punch me, I'm cutting you off and leaving, understood? I'm doing this out of generosity, Verandis."
"Yes, ranger general."
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and exhaled hard. Her hands rested on her breast and her legs straight. "Go, weirdo."
The Altmer poured oil on his hands before bending down and started to stroke her yellowish white stomach all while marveling at how beautiful her toned and well-defined it was, inflating and deflating as she breathed. At first, he was being gentle but when his hormones started to rage, he decided to press a little harder.
When he pressed deep, he felt that her stomach was still firm despite it being completely relaxed. This prompted him to add more force. His hormones raged even more upon hearing an audible bubbly rumble when his palm sank. He pressed deeper and looked at her beautiful face – she was wincing in discomfort. Her long and stiff eyebrows furrowed and her eyes shut tight. He thought her reaction looked hot.
Verandis suddenly mounted her by sitting on her thighs, that way he can press harder with the aid of his back. With his fists, he pushed down. Sylvanas's stomach let out another rumble as the potion she drank bubbled in response to the pressure. Verandis got even more excited when he heard her moan and saw her beautiful face wincing with her biting her lips. The altmers erection was throbbing. He then proceeded to kneed on her stomach very deep with his fists, digging his knuckles as far as he could. His pants were stained from a small discharge of cum. The liquid inside her splashed and bubbled every time he stirred her guts. As he continued to squeeze her, the sounds got louder as the liquid got mixed in with stomach juices and gas.
Sylvanas wasn't taking this well at all, yet she kept her abs relaxed. She could feel the liquid inside her swirl within her stomach and snake around her intestines. For a few minutes she was able to resist until she got nauseous.
"Urgh… I feel sick."
As he continued to squeeze her, the sounds got bubbly and watery even more.
"Oooh, that's a major turn on for me."
He gently pushed on her solar plexus, Syl responded by letting out a moan followed by a long burp where he felt her stomach deflate in its attempt relieve pressure. As he pressed, he felt the fullness of the stomach, but after a while it let out a loud rumble and it deflated under his fist. "Gulkh!" she exclaimed. He looked up at Sylvanas's face and saw that some potion is already coming up and out of her mouth, and has stained her chin and chest red.
"Try and swallow it back down."
Sylvanas's mouth puffed as vomit accumulated. She tried to swallow them back down, but couldn't because the continuous violation of her internal organs, especially on her full stomach, made it impossible. More of the liquid she drank kept going up as he would not stop kneading her, the altmer taking pleasure in her guts rumbling and sloshing. She tried her best to hold it in, but the pressure on her stomach was too much. She forcefully pushed his arms aside, turned to her side, leaned over to the edge of the bed and started to spew.
Verandis pulled her, forcing her to lay down. He didn't give her time to finish puking on the floor so the liquid continued spilling from her mouth onto the bed and on the side of her face. The altmer went back to knead her already nauseous abdomen making more sounds. This went on and on until all of the copious amount of potion she drank got pumped out. At this point he still kept kneading, but her guts were no longer making much audible sounds. Her abdomen was deflated and devoid of contents, but he still kept on violating her abdomen. She continued to retch and dry heave having no more to puke up except stomach acid and mucus.
"Stop... I got nothing more to... Stop!" Syl picked up the empty potion bottle then smashed it onto Verandis's head.
"Alright, alright!" He halted and dismounted her, then clearing off the glass shards that stuck to his hair.
"I told you to fucking stop." She said while grabbing her stomach in pain. "I literally had nothing left to throw up, but you kept on squeezing."
"Alright. I'm sorry." He said before he went over to marvel at her vomit.
"Verandis, are you done yet? Fuck. That was horrible." she said while whipping off vomit from her lips, face, and chest. Some of them even stained her hair. She looked down to inspect her abdomen – she had redness on her solar plexus and on her middle abs from all the punching and pressing. She sighed and looked outside. "You know, it's midnight already. I need to head back to Farstrider quarters."
While collecting her vomit, he looked up at her. "I understand, ranger general, but… I'm still not done. I still have to open you up and take a look at what your guts look like."
She sat up, rolled her eyes, and groaned in annoyance. "Urgh!" she got up and looked at him with contempt. "No. I need to go. Maybe some other time."
"Can we do this tomorrow?"
"No. Not tomorrow. I will busy all day redoing the city's defense procedures and be doing office work all night." She said while gathering up her armour. "And you have to help the mages dispose off the bodies."
"Aww. How about the day after?" He shook his head before going back to collecting her puke.
"The day after? You and I have to meet up with King Varian in Stormwind to testify in Arthas's trial." She said while hastily putting her armour back.
"Alright. The day after the day after tomorrow?"
"Fine." She sighed again. "You really are persistent, aren't you?" She glanced at his crotch and noticed the cum dripping down. "Eww. You know… You don't look too bad and I honestly think you look decent, but by the light! Why do you have to be such a weirdo. What a waste of a cock you are."
"Many have said that already." He brushed it off.
"Also, you're kind of a douchebag, to be honest." She got up then went began to put on her armour back.
"Hey, before you go will you at least suck my dick so I can get off for tonight?"
Sylvanas really wanted to get out and get herself cleaned up and wasn't interested in talking to him any further, so she beckoned him to come closer and went down on her knees.
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To be continued.