Intestinal Fortitude

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Goldshire, Elwynn Forest
Kingdom of Stormwind, 2 days later.

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"There! The Lion's pride inn!" Nathanos pointed at a wooden establishment with a blue roof up ahead. He jumped out of the carriage. "Come on, Verandis." He beckoned him before running towards the inn.

"You go on ahead!" he shouted. He turned to look at Sylvanas, who was staring at him contemptuously.

"Nathanos had been acting weird since he started spending time with you. What did you do to him? Did you place him under an enchantment or something?" she asked.

Sylvanas didn't wear her midriff-baring Farstrider chest plate, this time she instead donned an armored corset that covered her entire torso, including her abdomen. After her dreadful stomach torture session inside Verandis's flat in Sunfury Spire, she thought it would be wise to deny him any more glances at her midriff which he was so fond of.

"No. I was smoking Skooma with him."

"Skooma? What is that skooma?"

He produced a small black bottle of the inebriant from his pocket. "This."

She snatched it from his hand. "Give me that." She opened it and took a whiff. The smell was so strong and pungent. "My goodness… this… this just made me dizzy." She coughed for a bit. "Alright. I'll be requesting the Sunstriders to put this under controlled substances, Verandis."

"Oh, come on!"

"You made this?"

"No. I brought some from Arteum and duplicated them with magic. They're made by cat creatures called Khajiits and sold in black markets."

"Disgusting. Who else, besides Nathanos, were you smoking this with?"

"Halduron Brightwing, Lor'Themar Theron…"

She put her palm on her face and laid back in total disbelief at the thought of her Ranger Lords partaking in Skooma.

He continued. "Magister Rommath, Priestess Liadrin, and Astalor Bloodsworn. I swear, that's all of them."

She shook her head. "You pulled poor Liadrin into this, as well? By the Light! She's a priestess. Are you crazy?"

"Hey. They were all grieving. They needed something to distract them from the pain, somehow."

"Not this. You're supposed to be the Savior of Silvermoon. Start acting like it. As a new citizen, you're supposed to be educating yourself of our customs and culture, instead you're polluting it with… these things!" She raised the Skooma bottle. "Stop duplicating these with your magic. Otherwise…" She placed her other hand on her stomach. "This corset stays on, if you know what I mean." She winked.

The Ranger General hinted that she'll deny him of the continuation of their session.

"Alright, alright, ma'am. I'll stop making them."

She opened the carriage window door and threw it outside. "It's been a while since you've referred to me as 'ma'am'. Anyway. Raise your hand and swear to me."

He raised his right hand. "I… Verandis Galerion… Arch Mage Verandis Galerion of the Magisters of Quel'Thalas promise to uphold my duties by stopping producing Skooma and bringing forth the sins of the lowlifes of Tamriel onto the beautiful and great Thalassian people."

Sylvanas smiled. "Thank you." She figured out a way to boss him, at least for the time being.

The carriage stopped at the Lion's Pride inn entrance. Verandis got off the ride while Sylvanas stayed in the carriage.

"Do not take too long, magister. Just have breakfast in there and make your way into the city. It's just close by, you can walk the way there. The court starts in 3 hours."

"Yes, ma'am." Verandis smiled at her and curtsied.

Sylvanas waved back before closing the carriage door.

Verandis entered. The Lion's Pride inn usually was packed full of patrons, but now the atmosphere was gloomy. Some corners of the inn were dark save for the fireplace and the bar. Manning the bar was a black-haired human with unkempt beard. Sitting on the barstool was Nathanos conversing with the barkeep. Both were not in a joyous mood.

"… I agree. The influx of refugees from Lordaeron would greatly benefit the city." Verandis heard Nathanos say to the barkeep as they conversed.

The altmer sat down next to the ranger lord. The two humans stopped talking upon noticing the tall altmer. He took a deep breath and exhaled. "Where is everybody?"

"Verandis, this is Dobbins." He pointed at the barkeep. "Dobbins, this is Magister Verandis."

The barkeep curtsied. "Nice to meet you, mage."

Verandis nodded with a smile. "You have anything good on the menu?"

"We only have pottage and dwarven ale, unfortunately, sir. His majesty, King Varian, had to ration the Kingdom's food to accommodate the refugees."

Nathanos shook his head. "Unfortunately, we won't be having the Goldshire inn special I promised you – Alterac Swiss cheese and Moonberry Juice. Oh, goodness me, they're so good. Mmmm!"

"Maybe some other time. Anyway, we'll have whatever it is that's available right now." He placed 5 gold on the counter. "Keep the change."

The barkeep returned with two cold cabbage and cheese pottages with two tankards of Dwarven mead. The two ate silently until Verandis took a swig from the mead. "Woah! That's nice."

"Strong." Nathanos commented, taking a swig of his own. "Very nice."

"So… what's the haps over here? Talk of the town or anything?" Verandis asked the barkeep as he was chowing down on the bland pottage.

Dobbins was crouched down wiping the glasses under the counter, he stood up straight to answer him. "There have been rumors about spies in the city. Spies who will be having a go at King Varian's life. They say there are some who work for the orcs who killed his father in the Siege of Stormwind long ago."

"That must've made it hard for the asylum seekers to gain entrance to the city." Nathanos said.

"Not really, as long as they were human, they were let in." Dobbins picked up a glass and poured some ale for himself.

"You have to lighten up." Verandis nudged Nathanos. He whispered. "You got any more Skooma?"

"Hold on." He took a swig of ale before producing 2 bottles from his pocket. "These are my last ones. Can you duplicate them? Give this Dobbins guy a sample."

"Uh. I… I don't know. Sylvanas scolded me for it. I promised to her that I stop duplicating them. She says she'll put Skooma in the list of Quel'Thalas's prohibited drugs."

"By the Light, Verandis. You're gonna fall out of favor from Brightwing and Rommath. Damn, bro." he shook his head in dismay. "You know, not only do these things make me feel good. They also heighten up my senses. No jest, bro."

The elf put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "Hey, on second thought... She said it's gonna be banned in Quel'Thalas… in Quel'Thalas."

"And?"

He was smiling at him. "We're in Stormwind."

"We might get court marshalled for this, but whatever!" Nathanos let out a devious laugh and raised his hand for a high five. He faced the barkeep and waved a hand to come over. "Dobbins, come here!"

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Verandis and Nathanos came to Stormwind Keep inebriated, and they brought Dobbins along with them. Sylvanas, upon seeing them in their state got enraged accusing Verandis and Nathanos of being oafish junkies, she even threatened Nathanos with relegation. Not willing to let them ruin Silvermoon and the Farstriders' image in front of the court, she appealed to king Varian that Verandis is not fit to testify in the trial for the time being, stating that: "the blast from the Dawnbreaker made him twitchy". As a result, the trial will be extended for a day, when he got sober. The hearing that day carried on without Verandis to tell them what happened in their duel. Jaina Proudmoore and Varian Wrynn wanted to see Verandis in person, but Sylvanas insisted that he be left alone inside his room within Stormwind's Mages Quarters until he was "out of his trance."

"Get up!" Sylvanas hit him on the chest with a pillow while he was sleeping, waking him up.

"By the eight. I'm so sorry, Ranger General." He said and sniffled.

"Look at the state of you. Look what you've done to my ranger lords!" she was standing in front of the Altmer beside the bed, her hands on her hips. "The court had to go on without you, but you still need to stand on the podium tomorrow."

"Why can't they decide Arthas's fate by themselves without my testimony?" He said, sitting up. He was only wearing the magistrate skirt. His shirt and pauldrons were on the floor.

"Because there is a possibility for a judicial duel. Arthas appealed for summary execution on himself but Proudmoore kept spouting about forgiveness and hope, it drove me angry I wanted to hit her on the spot! Pacifistic little whore."

Verandis was surprised how similar Stormwind is to Daggerfall. The law of summary execution and judicial duel was carried on in the Breton Kingdoms in High Rock. "Had Arthas attacked Kul Tiras instead of our place, she would've thought differently."

"Exactly."

"Judicial duel, huh?"

"Kill him for me. He has to answer for all the death he caused. More than half of the Thalassian population got wiped out because of him. Yet, Jaina and Varian…" she grunted in anger and started pacing around. "Lordaeron's take on the matter bears more weight than Silvermoon's they say."

"Well, they do have a point: Arthas is from Lordaeron, and the people who suffered the most were the uh… Lordearoneans?"

"It's not funny, Verandis."

"Alright. The people of Lordaeron… the uh, Lorderon citizens, they have suffered more than the Thalassians. They should decide his fate… or the remnants of the political entities there, I guess."

"How dare you!"

"Alright, can we please stop? Let's handle this tomorrow at court, Ma'am Ranger General."

She said nothing and went to the window, staring outside.

"Where's Nathanos?" he asked while putting his boots back on.

"Sent back to Quel'Thalas on my orders. All thanks to you, we lost our bodyguard. Skooma addicted bastard. Yes, don't try to hide it - You duplicated some of his bottles thinking you'll only be doing them here and not at home. You are a terrible influence to him and all my Rangers. Now we will be weeding out Skooma addicts at home all thanks to you."

"Fuck me. That's a shame. What about Dobbins?"

"Who?"

"Dobbins, the black-haired human with a messy beard."

"That guy? He was arrested for charging at King Varian."

He got up. "What in oblivion… where is he?"

Suddenly, there was a knocking on the door. Behind was King Varian himself. "Master Galerion, may we come in, sir?"

Sylvanas saw Verandis go and get the door while shirtless. "Put your shirt on, you dolt." She said, appalled.

"Chill. I got this."

"That's the King, you idiot. You're just going to present yourself to him like that?" she whispered angrily.

He opened the door. A well-built black-haired man wearing ornate plate armour with an intimidating looking face greeted him.

"Ah, good afternoon. You must be the… Savior of Silvermoon. Magister Verandis Galerion." He looked around. "My apologies, I must've interrupted something between you two. An intimate time?" he asked, considering the fact that he was shirtless and the room was messy.

"No, no, no. Your grace. He had just woken up." She curtsied. "Good afternoon, King Varian."

Verandis bowed down before the king. "Afternoon, sire."

"May I come in?"

"Yes, of course."

He looked over at Windrunner. "I need to speak to him privately, is that okay?"

Syl obliged. King Varian conversed with him. He stated that they were considering a judicial duel between Verandis and the prince due to the latter's willingness to go through with it, and that he felt the need that Proudmoore and Windrunner's wishes on what needed to be done be denied. Everything Varian wished was beyond the interest of the people of the Alliance and the Elves, rather they were all personal between him and Proudmoore. He admitted that it was selfish for him to not stay neutral on the matter and preserve his relationship with Jaina by denying Windrunner Arthas's execution. To be transparent and not let anyone's personal reasons be accounted for, a trial by combat was the closest they can go in deciding Arthas's fate by rolling a dice.

"I do not want either of you to die, but only The Light shall decide." He tapped on Verandis's shoulder. "Light be with you, Savior of Silvermoon." He said before going out.

"Wait, your grace. I'm looking for a man named Dobbins. He was arrested this morning."

"How about you come with me with Jaina to the Stockades. I'm heading there to see Arthas in his cell. Talk to the warden, maybe you can find your man there."

"Of course."

"Are you sure Windrunner wouldn't mind?"

"Nah, I'm sworn under the Sunstriders, not the Farstriders."

The three proceeded to Stormwind prison complex in the Stockades. While Varian and Proudmoore went to see Arthas, Verdandis spoke to Warden Thelwater as to where Dobbins' cell was which was within the left corridor, where they kept the Gnolls. When he got there, Dobbins told him that he was arrested after getting subdued when he ran towards Varian and tried to warn him about an orc assassin he saw in the Valley of Heroes. Verandis thought he was just seeing things because of the Skooma, but after he casted a healing spell on him to instantly sober him up, he still insisted that what he saw was real. The elf guffawed and told him to lighten up and went back to see Warden Thelwater if he can find a way to release him. However, when he returned to the entrance, Thelwater was not around. He decided to go to the direction Proudmoore and Varian went, but on his way there, he stumbled upon Thelwater lying face down on the stone floor on a pool of blood. He thought the person responsible was the orc and realized Dobbins was not making things up, after all. He ran towards the main corridor bypassing human prisoners to warn the King. Varian was talking to a shackled Arthas when he reached the end of the corridor. Suddenly, a rouge orc woman appeared just behind the king. Proudmoore and Varian's attention were at the prince, so they were oblivious. Verandis shouted at them to look behind. Fortunately, Jaina was able to react quickly and subdued the orc woman by encasing her in ice before she could grab a hold of Varian. When the three investigated the encased assailant, the orc woman was actually a familiar face to the king from his childhood. The woman who killed his father, the wife of Medivh – Garona Halforcen.

Dobbins was released, Varian went back to doing his royal duties, and the rest went on to spend their day the way they wished. Upon night time, Verandis was alone in his room and was getting really horny. His next session with Windrunner will be postponed for another day or two, unfortunately, and she is staying in Stormwind keep, so she is inaccessible. There was an attractive high elf woman within the Mage Sanctum he stayed on named Elsharin, but he was too shy to talk to her. King Varian's advisor, Katrana Prestor, looked decent, but he wasn't even introduced to her to begin with, and he was out of her league anyway. As he laid in bed, he suddenly let out a devious grin when he decided to have a go at the imprisoned Garona. He had never tortured a woman without her consent before, but this was a prisoner, so he'll try it out. Verandis hastily got up, went out of the Mages Quarters and proceeded down to the Stockades entrance just outside.

Overseeing the dungeon, taking Thelwater's place, was the acting-warden Battlemaster Devin Fardale. Fardale stated that Garona was being held inside a cell in the west wing of the dungeon. The altmer was denied by Fardale entrance, but he casted a charm spell on him and bid the warden to grant him access to the cell. Guarding her cell was a rifleman named Coe, a human who wasn't so keen on the prisoners of the dungeon. When Verandis lied to him about having orders by King Varian to interrogate the orc, Coe told him to have fun with her and left the dungeon for the Pig and Whistle tavern.

"By… the… eight!"

He wasn't able to get a proper look at the orc in their encounter earlier in the afternoon, but now he was able to take a good look at her. He was amazed at how beautiful she was for an orc, especially her body. She had black hair tied in pigtails, she only wore barbaric looking greaves, boots, gauntlets, and a midriff-baring chest plate that covered only a portion of her breasts. Her skin was brownish green with blue tribal tattoos on her arms. Her eyes were glowing white. Garona was being restrained in shackles on her arms behind her as she was sat down.

"Garona, is it?"

"Pox on you, elf! You're here to torture me, aren't you?"

"No, not really." He starts to remove his pauldrons then his clothes.

"You! You wouldn't dare!" she said angrily upon seeing him take off his robe. "I thought there was valor and honor amongst the warriors of Stormwind. Raping a prisoner? Disgraceful!"

"I never raped anyone." He smiled at her. "I just don't want to soil my good robes for tomorrow's event." He stood there naked in front of her, his erection stood stiff. "Whatever your reasons are for your attempt on the king's life, I don't care. What I do care, however, is what's…" he smiled at her. "Inside you. It tickles my… curiosity."

"So small, your penis is, elf!" she laughed, trying to jab at his ego. "I wouldn't even feel your puny penis when you put it in! Try to put that in my mouth and I'll bite it right off!"

He chuckled. "Big enough for Windrunner, at least." He magically removed her chains. "There. Have a go at me, beautiful."

Verandis was a tall Altmer, but Garona was a foot taller than him.

She grinned as she stood up. "Fool! I'm heading straight for the king!" She quickly casted Shroud of Concealment on herself and quickly headed for the open door, however, Verandis casted Detect life and was able to spot her. He casted telekinesis and yanked her from the door and slammed her on the wall back first. She phased back into being visible, coughing and slow to get up. Verandis then conjured floating chains that bound Garona's arms an legs. The chains raised, stretching her arms up. He couldn't help but look at her toned and muscular abdomen vulnerable and open to him.

"Scream all you want. Nobody's going to hear you." He then casted a sound barrier spell on the door.

"Curse you!"

"Anyway, there are some martial arts moves the Pandarens were doing I read from the libraries in Silvermoon: The rising sun kick and fists of fury." He then glanced at her abdomen and suddenly punched her with a right hook.

She took the punch well. "Weak!"

Verandis went on and repeatedly hit her in the stomach with right and left hooks, but every time his fists connected, he never felt them sink in or hear her grunt. Her abs were very strong. "By the nine! Hmmm. Maybe I was doing that move wrong." His eyes went up to hers. "Say, have you ever met those Pandarens?"

"Fuck off."

Verandis casted force amplification on his fists and delivered a right hook to her stomach. His fist still didn't sink in. "Wow!" He was impressed. When Sylvanas took that punch, she threw up, but with Garona she didn't even let out at least a grunt. "I can tell you work out a lot." He then playfully patted her abdomen.

The half-orc took more shots from Verandis's amplified punches and took them well. Verandis then tried out practicing roundhouse kicks to her abs with each leg. She was able to take them, but even she started to feel the accrued punishment. Her brownish green abdomen now had red marks all over from Verandis making use of it as a punching bag and she can feel it beginning to sting. He then knelt down.

"You prick!" she shouted when she suddenly felt his tongue licking her abdomen. "Get off of me!"

"Make love, not war, baby." He then hugged her stomach, pressing his ear on it. The sounds her stomach made were louder than any other gut sound he heard. He was surprised he wasn't able to hear them prior to pressing his ear on it.

Garona used all her might to squirm to try and shake him off. "I will rip your head off!"

He heard her voice through her stomach but thought there was something off with her. Veranids squinted and stood up. "Garona, are you ensorcelled? I can feel something. An enchantment."

She replied by spitting on his face, urging him to hit her repeatedly in the stomach, however his punches didn't do anything to her. "Weak!"

"Hmm. Your abs are very strong. It has demigod-like durability, but what's behind that wall, inside your belly, is your organs of digestion." He placed his palm across her abs. "Soft soft and warm vessels for food processing. "Verandis smiled and prepared his inner visions spell. He then knelt down, grabbed a hold of her love handles and casted the spell.

"You have no chance, elf. Your puny magic won- what the..." Garona suddenly felt the spell take effect. Slowly, her skin first phased out, then her abdominal muscles, finally, the great omentum, the layer of fat that protects the intestines.

His eyes widened and his cock throbbed hard upon seeing Garona's exposed viscera: her stomach under her diaphragm was white and large, probably contains food; her intestines were green, and her liver was yellow.

"You have nice guts, Garona." He grinned and cracked his knuckles. "I bet your abs muscles won't be able to protect your organs now."

"You accuse us orcs for being savages, but look at you!" she squirmed again. "You're a sick, sadistic, maniac!"

Verandis tore off the membrane that held her guts together letting her intestines sag down from gravity. He then went wild, grabbed her by the butt and lower back then buried his face into her small intestines and started to lick, feeling the peristalsis of loops of innards against his face. He can also hear the sounds her organs were making as food, gas, and liquid inside her guts snaked through her viscera. His heart was pumping fast, semen dripping from his cock from extreme horniness, sweat dripping from his forehead. Garona was cursing and profaning him the whole time, but the Altmer was so focused that he didn't even listen to anything she said. Verandis would sometimes put a loop of her intestines into his mouth and run his tongue around it or bite it lightly which caused Garona get a really bad stomach ache.

Garona, despite having high tolerance to pain wasn't impregnable to nausea, because over time the kissing and sucking of her intestines was starting to make her feel sick to her stomach. Eventually, she began to salivate and drool.

Verandis noticed this and stood up. He looked at her in the eyes. "Everybody has a soft spot. Even you."

Garona gathered up some drool and spat on his face.

He wiped them off of him. "That's your brain telling your body to release saliva. That's so it can coat your… those uh…" he glanced at her massive fangs on her underbite. "…Fangs and teeth, in the event it comes into contact with your stomach acid. Also, that saliva protects your throat in case of an acid reflux. The esophagus doesn't have the capacity to withstand acidity the way your stomach does, so…"

She spat at him again. "Pox on you!"

Verandis pushed her liver aside and grabbed a hold of her stomach. He could feel the peristalsis of her large the pear-shaped organ. Suddenly, he squeezed it letting it erupt and hurl contents up. Garona, however, didn't want him to see her puke, so she clenched her jaw and throat, preventing her puke from going up her mouth, thus forcing her stomach contents to slosh down her intestines.

"Wow. I gotta give it to you. You are tough as nails, ma'am." He let her stomach go, letting it sag down.

He then cocked his fist and punched her exposed entrails. Garona finally let out a favorable reaction when she dry-heaved, but she kept herself from throwing up. She then got punched in her exposed bloated stomach making her retch. Without the abdominal muscles to push her vomit up, the half-orc wasn't able to toss her cookies.

More semen was dripping from him as he marveled at the sight of the beautiful orc. Verandis wanted to make her puke while feeling up her innards, so he pulled some loops of her small intestines and rammed his throbbing penis in, letting her intestinal movement stimulate his crotch. With his right hand, he grabbed her stomach and started squeezing.

Finally, her breaking point had been reached: Her badly beaten digestive organs couldn't take it anymore. Garona opened her mouth letting her last meal get forcefully pumped and come out of her mouth, showering Verandis's face and chest with warm acidic brown vomit. The elf grinded her guts further onto his crotch while keeping on squeezing her stomach. She was able to take breaks from puking every once in a while, but only when the elf didn't squeeze, but when he did, she had absolutely no control. When her stomach was out of food, chyme from her violated intestines made their way back up, thus making her always have something to throw up. This went on and on, until he could feel that her organs were deflated. He had shot his load already onto her warm gurgly innards, but he was still horny.

He decided to give himself a break and marvel at the work he did – the stone flooring was covered with so much brown mush and brown liquid all of which came from her stomach and small intestines. "Wow. Look at all that!" that was the most vomit he'd ever pumped out of someone. Verandis looked over at her where she was staring at him meanly, she was still retching, her deflated organs hanging down grumbling loudly. He himself was covered in Garona's vomit.

He wiped off some cum from his cock with a cloth he found nearby and approached her. "I'm gonna finish on your guts again.

Suddenly, he heard a voice from outside.

"Master Galerion? Master Galerion? May I speak to you?" it was a soft-spoken serene voice: It was Jaina Proudmoore.

"Fuck!"

Jaina banged on the cell door until Verandis opened it. He was wearing the Silvermoon Magister's robes.

"Good evening, magister." Jaina curtsied. "What are you doing here?" he looked around the room and saw Garona gagged on her mouth and in her shackles sat down on the corner. "What? What happened here?"

"I was here to examine her. Make sure she was healthy. I just took sympathy on the prisoners, so.."

Garona was mumbling and grunting, knowing he was bullshitting.

She couldn't ignore the smell, however. "It smells like vomit in here."

"Yes. Unfortunately, the prison food she was given gave her a bad stomach ache and was poisoned, so I had to pump it out of her." He said, knowing there was an element of truth to what he just said.

Jaina noticed two buckets full of Garona's vomit on a table.

"Hmmm. I appreciate your concerns for her, Verandis. Please, be not too cordial with our prisoners, especially her. They can slit your throat from behind when you were just smiling with them a moment ago." She glanced at the half-orc who was darting at them while mumbling. "Stormwind is still financially recovering and is still in great debt. The city's food is rationed at the moment. I'm sorry, Garona, if the prison food given to you made you sick, but there is not much we can do about it until the migrant crisis gets resolved."

Garona replied by grunting under her gag.

"Aye. Such a shame." said Verandis.

Jaina tugged on his robe. "You might get in trouble if the warden catches you. Let's head back to the Mage Quarters. I need to speak with you… privately."

Verandis insisted that he take a shower first before speaking to her downstairs since he reeked of Garona's vomit. While in the shower, he was disappointed that he wasn't able to finish on Garona's deflated innards for the second time and especially the fact that he wasn't able to collect her vomit. After getting himself cleaned up, he wrapped himself with a towel and went out of the bathroom, but when he got to the bedroom where his robes were, Proudmoore was there.

"Jaina! What are you doing here?!"

She stood up. Jaina was wearing her usual white and violet hooded mage robes that showed off her middle abdomen. Verandis never really found her attractive, but she looked decent.

"I'm here to strike a deal with you, Savior of Silvermoon. King Varian and I planned this beforehand. It damages our morals, but…" she sighed. "We are willing to go through with it to see things go easy for Arthas. He and I know in our hearts that the monster who almost put the world in chaos is not really the heir to Lordaeron we knew."

Verandis then pretended to listen to what she was talking about making responses such as "I see", "I'm sorry for that", "hmm, hmm", and "Is that so?"

She then admitted that she went to him to offer herself in exchange for Arthas's life. Which he accepted, however, he said he'd have her after the deed had been done.

Jaina said they planned to tranquilize Arthas and sneak him out of Stormwind through the canals before Verandis will declare a duel. An Illusion of Arthas then will fight him in the judiciary duel whom the elf can easily overpower. So while the people celebrate the death of the fallen prince, he would actually be in exile and live alongside Tirion Fordring. Verandis, however, refuted by stating that it wouldn't work and that once Quel'Thalas finds out that he's alive, then King Suntrider will no doubt go to war with Stormwind. He then proposed another option: he is to soul trap Arthas and contain his soul inside Azura's Star and then actually kill him. His body will be then snuck out of the city into Kul Tiras then they'll try to figure out how to put his soul back to resurrect him. Verandis picked up Azura's Star from his backpack and handed it to her.

At first, Jaina didn't approve and was ready to leave his room, but upon thinking about the possibility of a war with Quel'Thalas, she turned around and took the Star.

"I'll do it, Verandis." She pocketed the artifact then approached him and grabbed a hold of his shoulders. "Please, I beg you. Make it quick and painless, and I'll fulfil my end of the bargain."

He nodded.

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It all went the way they planned: Verandis formally challenged Arthas to a judicial duel that was held inside the Cathedral of Light. Before the duel, King Varian performed the excommunication ceremony on Arthas to strip him of his paladin title. Armed only with an arming sword, with no armor and with ruined morale. Arthas didn't even try to put up resistance against the mage and demanded that the elf kill him. He got struck with a paralysis spell and flopped down on the marble flooring. With Mehrunes Razor in hand, Verandis casted Soul Trap on him and stabbed him on the back of the neck. He twisted it, severing his spinal cord and breaking his spine, killing him instantly. A sobbing Jaina then approached the dead prince and pulled out Azura's Star. The Star glowed, and suddenly, Arthas's soul was siphoned into it.

The Cathedral then went silent.

It was night time, earlier in the afternoon, Varian announced that Arthas's body is to be taken to Lordaeron to be buried with his father, Terenas Menethil, and his sister, Calia. In fact, they will be actually be taking his corpse to Kul Tiras and an empty coffin and a fake gravestone will be placed in Lordaeron as his "resting place".

Verandis was inside the Pig and Whistle tavern sitting beside a table munching on Goldshire Farms Smoked Sausage. On the opposite side of the table, was Sylvanas Windrunner.

"I'm surprised you can still eat greedily after witnessing a gruesome sight like that, let alone be responsible for it." She said before taking a draught of moonberry juice. She glanced at his drink. "You better take it easy with the drinking."

"I can't have Skooma anymore, so I'll get something else, ma'am." He took a long swig at the dwarven ale.

"You need to seek help, magister. You got problems." She tapped her fingers on the table. "I hate you, Verandis, but I'm not gonna lie: I almost wanted to kiss you for killing that waste of space of a prince."

"Love you too, babe." He said before taking another swig at the ale.

"Fuck off. I'm heading to bed." She stood up and left.

A little tipsy, Verandis managed to drag himself all the way to the Mage quarters and meet Jaina in her room. Jaina was busy doing alchemy when he knocked on her door.

"Good evening, Jaina."

Jaina forced a smile and offered him as seat. She was feeling nervous. "G-good evening, magister. I'll get ready for you in a moment." The fact that he towered over her made her even more uneasy.

He guessed she was doing alchemy to distract herself. "Listen. I'm not going have sex with you if you don't want to, Jaina." He crossed his legs as he sat on the lounge chair.

"Really, then what's in it for you?" she said as she was removing her cape and pauldrons. "I must have something to pay you, somehow."

"Alright. Are you familiar with fetishes?"

Her eyes widened. "By the light! not you, too."

"So, are you familiar with them?"

She sighed. "Yes, I am. I noticed one from Kael'Thas Sunstrider."

"Really? What is he into?"

She pursed her lips then giggled a bit. "That's your future king, Verandis. I don't think information like this is something he'd like to be known for."

"Come on. I'm in his inner circle."

She hesitated for a moment. "He's into feet."

He laughed.

She continued. "I actually caught him in Dalaran when he snuck into Vereesa Windrunner's quarters, she's uh… Your girlfriend's sister."

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Sorry. Anyway, Vereesa just got done gathering alchemy ingredients for Antonidas and went to the bathroom to get a shower. I was on my way to my study until I saw Sunstrider coming outside of her room, carrying one of her boots." She giggled. "I turned invisible, just to check on what's he was going to do with it, and followed him up the terrace where he… was sniffing it… vigorously."

"Foot fetish is really common, though. Even where I came from."

She sat on the side of her bed and glanced at him. "Well, I never done anything fetish-related, so… yeah. What's yours?"

"Promise not to tell anyone about what we did here?"

"Of course."

"I… uh…I like to punch women in the stomach."

She looked at him with a confused stare. "My goodness. This is Goldshire Inn level kind of weird."

"You're okay with that?"

"Err… I guess." she looked down at her stomach. "I don't have abs like Windrunner, if that's okay with you. I'm a mage. We were not trained to be in peak physical form, and..."

His cock went erect. "Don't be insecure about your body, Jaina. Your stomach looks nice." he said.

"I was going to say I just got done eating. I might..."

"Wow! that's even better. It would be nice to see what you had."

"What the hell?" She gasped. "Eww. You will make me throw up?"

"Yes."

"Err... I'll need a bucket, then." She tied her hair into a ponytail. "Let's try to not make too much of a mess here."

Veranids blindfolded her and made her stand behind the wall. First, he formed a fist and pushed on her stomach, leaning his entire body with it. He felt her tighten her abs. "Don't flex."

She obliged, letting his fist sink in without flexing. Her stomach was soft, smooth, and warm. Jaina winced and bit her lip in response to the discomfort.

He pressed deeper without much resistance until he could feel the fullness of her organs. Jaina was turning her head left and right while moaning and wincing. He thought her reaction was so hot, it made his cock throb. Suddenly, the elf pulled his fist back and punched her very hard. His fist sank deep in her fully relaxed unsuspecting abdomen.

"Owww!" Jaina's eyes widened and opened her mouth, letting out a long and drawn-out grunt before burping.

He kept his fist in and let her fold over, feeling her warm abdomen deflate and inflate as she gasped for breath. Wanting to capitalize on this, Verandis slowly urged her to stand up straight. He then pinned her against the wall with his forearm pressing on her neck.

Jaina felt her stomach rumble when the elf shoved his fist in her aching abdomen. "You're making me…" She swallowed hard as saliva built up in her mouth. "You're making me…" The sustenance she had churning wildly in her guts. She burped again, but this time, she felt bit of her stomach contents rise.

Verandis sniffed, letting her burp enter his nostrils, giving him an idea what she had. "You've been drinking?"

She nodded. "I… I need the bucket."

Verandis stopped pressing on her and quickly placed the wooden bucket in front for Jaina. She bent over, grabbed her stomach with both arms, and retched before she threw up a small amount of green liquid. Not satisfied with what he saw, he made her stand up straight then pinned her again. With his right fist pressed firmly on her nauseated stomach, he pushed but felt her flex.

"Relax." He said.

Jaina did so. She then felt the hard corners of his fist dig into her aching abdomen as she let her ab muscles soften. It was not long until she felt another wave of nausea when his fist got deeper, again, squeezing her innards. Her stomach rumbled under his fist, her dinner and the alcohol she had churning. "Bucket, please."

"No, you can do it on the floor."

Her stomach rumbled then sloshed when a tiny bit of her food went up, but Jaina swallowed it back down. "I don't want to." She shook her head. "You're making it hard for me to keep it down." she said.

"Just let it out." He suddenly shoved his fist in as hard as he could then heard her soft warm belly slosh from the rush of her gut contents.

Jaina's nauseous aching stomach gurgled as it continued to be squeezed. Unable to hold her food in, her stomach lurched and ejected a good amount up her throat. Her cheeks puffed as her puke accumulated inside her mouth. She leaned to her side and let out a stream of vomit onto the ornate marble flooring, staining it with the drink and vegetables she had earlier.

His cock throbbed at the sight of Jaina puking.

While she was throwing up, he kept on pushing his fist in her soft, warm, nauseated abdomen, trying to feel out the movements of her organs.

"There goes my dinner." She was done puking. "Please, let go. My stomach hurts so much."

He obliged, letting her clutch her compromised abdomen and remove her blindfold.

Jaina, with hands on her stomach, went over to the bucket and knelt down on her knees and retched, but nothing came out.

"Let me get you some water." He went to the sink and fetched her a glass.

She stood up and drank the glass, filling her stomach up.

"Feel better?"

She placed the glass down. "A little."

He then came up behind her and let her stand up. He rested his right hand on her exposed stomach and his left hand cupping her on her left boob.

"I can remove my top if you want to feel my boobs better."

The elf started to caress her soft warm stomach and squeeze her boob. "It's okay. I'm after your guts."

"My guts again, huh?"

"Close your eyes." His left hand went from her breast to her eyes, covering them. "Trust me on this, Jaina. This will not be painful, discomforting, but it'll just make you very sick."

"Hold on." She pulled his hand down from covering her eyes. "What exactly are you trying to do?"

"This. I call this spell Inner visions." Verndis casted the spell on the door just opposite them.

Jaina saw the spell hit the door, but nothing happened. "Okay, and what's that supposed to be?"

He chuckled. "Check this out."

She gasped upon seeing the wooden door slowly phase out then quickly phase back in at Verandis's hand gestures. "My goodness." She turned around to face him. "I... I don't know about this. This looks dangerous."

"Jaina. I'm just going to make an opening in your midriff and just play with your organs. I'll promise I'll be gentle, also I'll teach this spell to you if you want."

She took a long pause and looked down on the floor. "Well, that spell might come in handy in surgeries."

"It is. I've used this before as a healer when I extracted lead from wounded soldiers. I can assure you that you will walk away unharmed. Plus, I'll be healing you after." he extended his hand. "Deal?"

Jaina smiled and took his hand. "Alright. A night of stomach aches for a spell won't be bad." She turned around, guided his palm to rest on her stomach, closed her eyes and breathed deep. "I'm ready."

Verandis casted the spell and made a hole on her abdomen. He didn't feel her twitch or react when her flesh phased out. "I'm going in."

Jaina gasped when she felt his hand squeeze her guts. It was not painful, but felt to her like an ordinary mild stomach ache. It got more uncomfortable when he started to kneed her small intestines, she could even feel and hear the water and remnants of her dinner slosh and travel through her violated viscera. She felt Verandis's cock poke through his pants against her lower back.

He continued squeezing her guts with his right hand and covering her eyes with his left. Her wet, gurgly, soft, and warm organs felt heavenly to him making his cock throb. Eventually, there was a loud rumble from her. "Uh, oh. That didn't sound good."

A wave of nausea came in response to the constant squeezing. "Urgh... I hink you just made me sick."

He felt the intestinal peristalsis ramp up as her guts got agitated, her guts moved more violently and the gurgles got louder. Verandis let go of her intestines and went up, he went under her liver then managed to grab a hold of her stomach.

She felt it. "Argh... what the hell." she said.

"This is your stomach." he said while he gently played with it. It was soft warm, wet, and full of water.

"Please be careful. Those are my organs you're playing with. They're very sensitive." she said before she dry heaved when a wave of nausea kicked in. "Hueergh!"

When she retched, he felt her diaphragm push down on her stomach and felt it contract. Verandis went from covering her eyes to grabbing a hold of her neck. "Don't look down. It's not pretty." He said.

Her wincing eyes look up staring at him. Her lips had turned from apricot to white from nausea. The expression of pain and discomfort was evident through her face.

The elf squeezed her soft warm stomach organ, feeling the fullness and the peristalsis under his hand. Jaina winced and bit her lip. Her expression arousing the crazed and horny high elf.

Verandis felt her stomach deflate and her diaphragm move. He looked at her face and saw her with her mouth open - the water she drank along with some of her dinner went up from her stomach and accumulated up her mouth. When the liquid started to erupt her mouth, he quickly let go of her neck and let her double over. Fortunately, the puke didn't run down her onto her clothes.

When she looked down her abdomen, she got terrified at what she saw: His hand was grabbing hold of a pink organ and her pink intestines were sagging down. "By the light! My stomach." She couldn't believe that her own innards - the soft delicate tube-like vital organs she needed for digestion - were exposed to the ambient air being violated for the sexual pleasure of this alien. Jaina grunted and felt another wave of nausea when she felt his hand squeeze her stomach before she puked again.

Verandis placed his left hand on her squirming intestines while his right kept on squeezing her stomach. Her entire digestive tract was now getting violated while her gut contents were being forced out by the elf.

This went on and on, making Verandis precum discharge from insane sexual stimulus from the sounds of her guts, Jaina's moaning and heaving, the sight of her vomit, and the warmth and softness of her digestive organs.

"By the light, Verandis. Please stop." She said beggingly while he kept on squeezing her deflated stomach and intestines when she had no more food or liquid left to spew up. "Stop it... You're killing me." her stomach was now starting to hurt really bad. When he still didn't stop, she involuntarily puked up stomach acid and bile.

Verandis eventually stopped and undid the spell, letting her organs snake back into place before letting her go.

Despite having her abdomen restored, her stomach still hurt her really bad. "Stop. No more, please." she said, both hands glued to her exposed and violated abdomen.

He whipped out his cock. "Just suck on my dick and make me cum, Archmage Proudmoore."

She didn't reply, instead she went to the bed and laid on her side, curled up while holding her stomach.

"Alright, I'll just jack off then." the sight of Jaina holding her stomach in pain and the sound of her moaning and dry heaving with nothing to throw up was enough to make him get off.

After he climaxed, he healed her, cleaned the place up, and took Proudmoore outside to the Pig and Whistle Tavern to have supper and refill her gut. They then returned to the Mage Quarters in Verandis's room to discuss how Jaina must use the Star of Azura to release Arthas's soul back to his body and resurrect him. After which, Verandis told stories about his time in Skyrim. Jaina got so bored about his stories that she fell asleep mid-conversation. Wanting to show her that he still has value and gentlemanly etiquette despite being an unhinged maniac, he carried her to his bed and let her sleep there while he slept on the couch.

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To be continued.