Tide-Stalker Ur'thez (3,000 AS)

There were servants and slaves, and then there were servants and slaves. The truth that most forgot was that they were all servants of the queen. No matter how free they may presume themselves to be, ultimately, they belonged to her. Didn't matter how free they thought themselves at the end, how long a leash they were granted, at the end of it all, their lives and souls belonged to her royal majesty. As for a lot of what the sea witches and oracles said? Frankly, he didn't listen or involve himself in matters of theology as that was far above his paygrade.

No, he just went where he was supposed to do along with his murlocs and wrecked the shit of whatever the higher ups told him to attack. Nice, simple, straightforward and his minions liked him because he was more or less honest with them and didn't lie to them. Well, that and he saw no reason to waste them, as it would take a while for them to be replaced and he would be down minions for his missions, making them harder and upping the chances he would die. And he rather liked living, it was one of the things he indulged in.

Still, the mission for the day was a simple one. Pet walking duty. Because the queen was worried that one of her pets was not getting enough exercise and so she thought that since the sea giants needed to be subdued, hey, why not send her pet along? Oh, and from his contacts, it was not in fact just another monster she had hanging around the palace and decided to make useful. No, this thing was actually the queens personal pet from before they were naga, before the breaking and sinking.

So you know, if said pet was injured even if he killed himself it was more than likely she would drag him back from death, or N'Zoth would do horrific things to him before throwing him to his queens mercies. Which tended to be rare and for those that didn't fuck up. Which is why when the human, with no signs of any protective magic or alchemical alterations apperared out of nowhere? "You the queens pet?"

Yeah, he was not going to make assumptions, as the man nodded. "I am. The queen has decided that I require some current battlefield experience. Its been a while since I was out of the palace."

Yeah, the 'human' who did not appear any older than his... mid twenties he thought? Yeah, around that. He was far older than Ur'thez by two and a half thousand years, and none of his contacts could or would give any details? And the appearance did not bring up anything in his memories, so the queen likely had him hidden away or quiet since before the sundering. Still, he nodded. "My forces will be acting as a screen and scouting unit, bodyguards primarily. From the details forwarded to me you have some aptitude for magic?"

Sure, he wasn't leaking power everywhere, but that just meant that he had control and skill. Or didn't feel the need to show off. Again, those that could do it, way above his paygrade. But the 'human' nodded. "Yes, I am passable in several aspects, and have been informed that we are going after sea giants? Though!" The slave that ranked a lot higher than him raised a hand. "I will defer to your military expertise, as I have usually only been in a support role and not an active military commander."

He nodded, now even more wary, because there had to be a catch here if he was this reasonable.

And as he looked at the scenes of horror and terror before him, as the giants stood, silently screaming as they were trapped in their own bodies, their blood and bones turned against them with almost nonchalant ease, thrashing on the sea floor as they howled in endless primordial agony? Oh yeah, he was capable of inflicting pain curses, some improved version of a curse of agony, on at least a hundred giants at once, even as the iron in the blood tore its way from their bodies to bind them in shackles for transport.

And there were the dozen or so giants impaled on spikes of writhing shadowy frost. Still alive as the ice fed on them and the shadows drew in the dark to heal them. So yeah, the catch was that he was every bit a magical monster something that old had to be. Though he wondered, why was he being unleashed now? Was it part of some... he very carefully forgot the questions, as they were WAY above his paygrade. Nope, he was going to ignore them and just do his damn job.

Queen Azshara (3,746 AS)

Now, while her true body was laying in a resting pod, she carefully inspected the body she was wearing in the mirror. She used to be some savage and fallen night elf, one of her rebellious subjects who had gone feral, who had only one true virtue. She bore a striking resemblance to her true queen. Which is why she had her seized and taken, mind scoured and emptied before she adjusted the shell to be a replica, however lesser, of her old self. And yet, as HER pet applied the make up and she smacked her lips?

There was a reason she went through all this effort. Frankly, N'Zoth had made her true body almost impossible to modify further under her own direction, which was annoying. But, as she looked at HER pet, a smile on her face? "Now, you have been practicing, correct pet?" She was not bouncing on the heels of her surrogate bodies feet as he nodded. "Excellent."

She even patted him on the head as she grinned! "Now, begin the spell sequence!"

An advanced form of mirror image to have actual bodies (or at least more solid) combined with a sturdier version of self-directed polymorph spells, thought technically only partial ones for her pleasure.

He sighed, as he began to enact the spells, as he shifted, splitting off into copies of himself, copies that were shrinking and changing until there was little left on the floor. Still, she leaned down, taking the bra, its cool fabric pleasing against her skin, hidden lips opening and swallowing nipples, anchoring themselves in place as she shivered in delight. She slipped the panties on, a tongue sliding into her folds and her ass, as with a smile, she slipped her feet into the sandals, hands and mouths kissing and actually moving up and down.

With a pleased smile she stood... and walked, wearing her pet even as he pleased her with skill and devotion, as she went about what tasks she could in her personal chambers, a content smile on her face. It had been so long since she was able to do this with her pet... so, time to see how long he could keep going.

Her lips quirked, as she imagined the sorts of 'punishments' she could inflict when he stopped without her direct order.