The ocean harboured many horrors.

Beyond the bounds of the bronze and gold platforms, forged by titan hand, swam creatures of old. Behemoths that fed on the depths, on each other and the magic of the god that guided them. They circled beyond the forcefield projected by the titan construction. Ethereal chains stretched endlessly into the abyss, connected to busts of black and gold.

Eyir stepped up to the broad console that moderated the complicated arcane mechanisms that slumbered underneath the metal. Gear-like segments laid inside the floor, connected to one another by blue lines that pulsed softly with energy. The titan construct placed a hand on the operating matrix and a light pulsed through.

In the eternity, a deep, malignant voice rumbled. “Ah, I see, so this was your gambit, Azshara.”

Tendrils of the darkness rose from the rest, surrounded by a veil of red. They scratched against the barrier, creating screeching sounds of arcane. The queen grit her teeth, resisting the pull of the old gods might on her flesh. Swiftly, she wove an arcane ward to protect herself from the influence. “We have both waited for so long,” she spoke elegantly afterwards. “Does it frustrate you? To remain bound still? Powerless as you witness what I do best?”

“You exchange one master for another,” N’zoth whispered. “He offers you servitude. I offer you conquests beyond this star.”

Azshara saw the vision before her mind’s eye. Not just one empire worshipping her, but a billion worlds, all united in chaos and love, devoted to her and N’zoth. The vision clouded her mind for a moment, then she beheld Anduin’s concerned face and it was wiped away. “The love you offer is false, ancient one, I see that now.”

“No, you see nothing now. Your eyes are closed.” An involuntarily excited shiver went through the darkness, when the ancient defence mechanisms powered up. The diminishing power of the mechanism was draining into the activation. The chains flickered.

“Master, as heir of the true Prime Designate, I require your command,” Eyir stated.

“Release the chains,” Anduin ordered.

“Xal’atath,” N’zoth’s whispers changed their target. “You have been unleashed but not unbound. The blade of my Black Empire still binds you. Why serve when you could lead? We existed in war before, but we could carve this galaxy up between us. I would always respect where you keep your enslaved king.”

“Do not dare suggest I would rise above my station, Corruptor,” Xal’atath hissed. With a softer tone, she rubbed her belly, where her child was growing ever so slowly. “I have found the true path, the true joy. Power beyond what we possessed and purpose beyond unmaking.”

The ethereal chains rattled, the first of them breaking aside and falling into the endless Abyss. “Anduin,” the whispers targeted the heart of this entire operation. “Your desire for peace is noble. True peace exists through me, through unity in one empire. All flesh connected, all eyes open.”

“You are correct that peace can only exist through the unity of one realm. However, the connection of flesh you suggest is a perversion of the purity of mutual desire. True peace will be when all will be capable of loving one another, when man and women can make their choice to submit, to lead, or to love simply without the burdens of tyranny and coercion.” Anduin put his arms around Xal’atath and Azshara. The former smiled, the later blushed, still not used to such affections. “Nothing you can offer me will change my path.”

The final chain broke and a gargantuan eye opened before them. Glowing red, its pupil a slit taller than the greatest of Stormwind’s towers, it beheld them. Two lesser ones opened besides it. All three stared down at Anduin.

Everyone was ready for combat, Eyir hastened to re-engage the mechanism. They had the power to place the chains once more upon the old god. They had the arcane might, the talent, even numerous kinds of powers at their disposal. Once placed, the chains would be stronger than ever. Even by herself, Xal’atath could take out the long chained Corruptor.

They knew that and so did the old god, who stayed inert.

“Let us negotiate,” N’zoth requested.

‘Make sure he doesn’t send pieces of himself elsewhere,’ Anduin mentally instructed his harem. Then, he raised a hand, and Eyir stopped in her actions. “What do you wish to discuss, Corruptor?”

“Seldomly are paths reduced to such a finite number,” N’zoth’s baritone echoed through the ocean. “I shall speak only plain truths. I lack the pawns to challenge your queens. You lack the means to destroy me. With Xal’atath by your side such will not remain eternal a fact. Thus, to struggle here means my death.”

Anduin nodded, that was his planned long game. Even if killing an old god meant grievous harm to Azeroth, to slowly chip away at it could be sustained, until the malignant force was ultimately removed.

“I am left with two choices. I shall submit to your designs, Anduin. I shall become a part of your world. After that, either it will subsume more or I will drive it mad.”

“You are asking of me to let you live, to spread your influence, in the hope that you will open your eyes to my truth?” Anduin requested.

“I see reason, you shall give me this second chance. You have spared others, does your mercy stop at that which you do not lust for?” N’zoth’s inquisitive gaze requested an answer.

“No, you are right that my mercy extends beyond that. However, you are no ordinary creature. As you say, to spare you runs the risk of your undermining all that I have striven to build.” Anduin rubbed his chin and held swift mental council with K’ara and Xal’atath. ‘What do you think our risk is?’

‘N’zoth is sly, Master,’ Xal’atath was first to answer. ‘However, I believe we can leash him enough that he will surrender to your superiority before he can change it notably. His resources are many. Unlike me, he will not bind himself to a single corporeal form. The resources of the Void remain at his call in their entirety.’

‘I believe your path to be true. No coercion will pull it apart, Master,’ K’ara responded.

“On certain conditions, I accept,” Anduin stated, which began the true negotiation. Because the High King held over N’zoth the fate of his existence, his demands were swiftly met. In short, N’zoth would have to accept a piece of the Light inside him, to cut his connection to the Void Lords. This, he accepted eagerly, willing to be released from the bondage that tied him to his creators. All else, he only accepted because he had to.

His whispers would be restrained, used only to communicate, not to make offers to join his side. All current pacts he had made would be released, leaving only those creatures born from his flesh to serve him. They, in turn, would be changed to operate seamlessly within Stormwind’s society. This meant they would either be reduced to golems of voidspawned flesh or given the same free will as other beings. N’zoth’s core body would be moved to Stormwind, where Anduin could all the time sense his ongoings. Finally, Nyalotha, the old gods empire removed from space and time, would be fully accessible by the Alliance through portals.

In return, N’zoth was free to follow his machinations in these confines. He could exert his might as an old god, as long as that might did not come to the detriment of those that lived currently. A detriment that Anduin was the judge for, to prevent any weaselling.

The pact was sealed and it truly only left two options. Either the multitude of energies that swirled through the factors in Stormwind would alter N’zoth over the years or he would discover an opportunity to exert his might beyond the boundaries of the contract. With Church of Twilight keeping an eye on him, Anduin was not too worried about any of this.

“As we agreed, then,” N’zoth stated and Azshara suddenly took a breath. The pact she had made so long ago was lifted in its entirety. The form she currently assumed was now a mere suggestion, one she could craft away with the power of the Void that she had learned to control. She retained this current form, knowing it pleased the one holding her.

“Magnificient,” she whispered, beholding her hands, free of all shackles. The red eyes before them closed and the old god moved his titanic form through the Abyss.

Anduin was not worried about Stormwind. The city was used to unexpected happenings, even an old god would merely cause interested onlookers in the harbour. For panic, it would have taken something much worse to occur. Instead, he kept his attention where he was. He released Azshara and Xal’atath, then sunk to one knee.

“I have done as you desired,” the High King stated and took one of Azshara’s hands in his own. The queen smiled broadly at the perfect man before her, beheld him not with arrogance but with sheer glee. He kissed her ring finger. “I shall force you into no pact, exploit not any weakness you have. You are free now, your soul and body to do with as you please. Will you marry me, queen Azshara? Be my wife, until death do us part?”

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Azshara had all the time imagined that her marriage would be an affair that would shake the world. All of the races of Azeroth would come, to watch in envy for her husband as she stepped up to the altar and bound herself to the one worthy man that existed. Needless to say, she was pleased when this imagination became reality.

The Cathedral of Twilight was a magnificent building of crystal, stone, and stained-glass windows. Magic pulsed through it with such intensity that it even put her palace to shame. The largest chamber, reserved for gatherings of the utmost importance, was a beautiful dome, capable of holding several thousand people, with the entire city capable of following the events through projections.

Azshara stepped from the south, flanked by Tyrande and Maiev. Enemies of old, now united in seeing the queen walk up to the altar that was in the centre of the dome, atop an elevated platform. Ring after ring of packed benches surrounded the holy place, shrouded in twilight. They were filled with all manners of species. Humans were the most various, but not by much. Joining the numerous races the Alliance had possessed were the naga. Following their release from the pact yesterday, the mutations had occurred near instantly.

The seadwellers were universally turned back to a state closely resembling their elven origin. However, some marks remained. Scales in unobstructive places, webbed hands and feet, gills, decorative tendrils, such were the most common. Some of the nagas retained fins and, particularly among the females, it was common to see a lower body that still resembled that of a serpent. Regardless of those factors, they were all fair as the night and high elves were.

Practically all onlookers were naked, only those that had low stations within their harems ‘forced’ to wear clothes. Azshara herself was covered in a wedding dress that was practically translucent. The white silk followed her in a decorative trail.

Her handmaidens, most beautiful of the nagas after the queen herself were before her. They waited left and right of the purple carpet, wearing maid uniforms over their nubile bodies. They had pledged themselves to Anduin, to serve their queen still. If her husband saw fit, Azshara approved of him breeding them all. A just reward for their long service.

In her wedding dress, Azshara climbed the stairs. The white silk whispered over the gold-veined marble. Atop, she found Anduin, wearing a royal gown worthy of the man that would take her. He beheld her like the jewel she knew she was. Behind him was Stormwind’s altar, a simple slab of marble, yet so utterly drenched in numerous magics that it was more grandiose than anything else around. For the first time in an eternity, Azshara felt the touch of Elune.

Tyrande and Maiev circled around the bride and joined the rest of the harem, who sat in three layers of semi-circles behind the altar. In front of them all stood the brown-haired head of the church, the priest Omnius. He raised his voice, once Azshara and Anduin stood across each other.

“Today, we celebrate the 15 th marriage of our High King, Anduin Llane Wrynn,” Omnius declared. “He has seen it fit to take the hand of Azshara, queen of Nazjatar, to elevate her above his other slaves and honour her with the title. She has accepted his offer, to marry him, to honour him with the privilege of her service. Please, tell the congregation of your conviction.”

“Even if most that I know of you is legend,” Anduin began, “even if I have only met you yesterday, I can feel that our connection will be true. You will be as instrumental to the peace of this world as you will be to the happiness of my life. I pledge myself to keeping you fulfilled, to meet your desires, and to be worthy to call you mine forever.”

“Once upon a time, I caused the sinking of my own empire,” Azshara responded, gazing through the thin silk veil into his blue eyes. “When I was offered a deal to survive, I refused to be a slave, I demanded to be a queen. In marrying you, this difference ceases to matter. I shall submit to you, Anduin Llane Wrynn. Even if I only met you yesterday, I know that you are the only one worthy of me. I pledge myself to your goals and to see our empire rise.”

“Then, by the power invested in me by the Twilight that unifies all forces, I declare you husband and wife, king and queen, master and slave,” Omnius stated and raised, on a velvet cushion. A black leather choker. At the front, a golden tag bore the insignia of the lion and Azshara’s name, a clear sign who she belonged to.

Anduin took it. He reached underneath her veil, wrapped the leather around her neck and then fastened it with one firm movement. Azshara gasped, the choker closed tighter than any necklace around her slender neck. It was a constant soft pressure that reminded her what she had agreed to. She brushed over the simple claps that kept it closed. It was so easily undone, yet she had no desire to whatsoever. It filled her being with desire beyond any she had experienced.

“You may now kiss the bride.” Omnius declared.

With no hesitation, Anduin flipped back the veil and pressed his lips on Azshara’s. The entire weight of her life came down her at that moment. The allies she had betrayed, the enemies she had sought, the consequences her actions had on the world, all of them too disastrous to be ever forgiven — except he did. He claimed her dark lips as his and with them all her sins, to be undone through an eternity of work for the good of all.

Tears of joy streamed down her face, and she leaned into the kiss. His strong arms wrapped around her, pressed her nubile body against him. With all four of hers, she reciprocated. Entirely, she was absorbed by the love of his swirling tongue. Nothing else mattered, until she felt the hard, hot rod pressing against her nethers through the thin silk she wore.

Two arms remained wrapped around his neck, while Azshara reached down with the other pair. She unbuckled his pants and freed his cock, gleefully breathing

in the muffled groans he let out in her mouth when she rubbed its erect length. With a switch of his mind, his clothes disappeared entirely. The mood in the room heated up drastically. Azshara knew what was expected of her and she offered it without hesitation.

Her wedding dress was Stormwind fashion and a hole already existed where she needed it. Elegantly, she wrapped one leg around her Master, raised her hips and angled his cock towards her cunt. Little tendrils greeted his cock, parts of herself that made her pussy as alien as it was erotic and as it would serve to pleasure. The tendrils pulled at his manhood, sucked him inside. They were extensions of her folds and just as sensitive. She shivered, the anticipation beckoning her to take him deeper inside. Her hips pushed forwards and down. Just like that, the treasured virginity of the queen of the mightiest empire in post-titan history was given to the only man that deserved it.

“Yours, forever,” Azshara panted, breaking the kiss. Her insides writhed around his unrelentingly hard cock. Every inch, she caressed. Softly, she gyrated her hips. Her red eyes adoringly stared at his face. He wiped away the last of her tears and she fell completely for his gentle blue eyes. “Mark me, Master.”

Anduin took a handful of her ass and squeezed possessively. “For your eternity of arrogance, you truly do have the instincts of a good slave,” he whispered into her pointy ear and slowly pulled out. The alien texture of her pussy stuck to him, partly stretched past the labia in wiggling, embracing, anemone like tendrils. Each of them secreted slick mucus constantly, drenching the surrounding, translucent white satin.

The desire to rip her the dress of her and feel her lithe body directly against him was intense. It was not the moment to take her with all his might, however. Just as slowly as he had pulled out, he pushed back in. Azshara let out a prolonged, elegant moan. Two arms traced the shape of his toned chest, while the other two remained slung around his neck. The shapely thigh of the leg hooked behind his squished against his waist. Azshara stood on her toes to keep the right height, for him to fuck her.

Constantly, he massaged her round ass through the translucent wedding dress. Her greenish blue skin was hot, her back just the right balance of plump and firm. Plenty to hold onto and yet all the time certain in its shape. It was a flawless display of female flesh, just like the swing of her broad hips, and her dark lips, which Anduin claimed once more.

Azshara’s eyelids fluttered. Deep, his tongue invaded, reminding her just how sensitive her mouth was. Although the tingles above were pleasurable, the torrent below made it feel like a rain trickle next to a broken dam. Where his cock touched her, she was melting. All her pride, all her power, it was nothing compared to the bliss she felt at that massive manhood spreading her open. She was quite pleased with the way she had modelled her insides, allowing her to massage him as she desired even while he was twitching inside her. That was, when the electrifying pleasure did not cause instinct to take over for her writhing insides.

“Aaaaah!” she moaned depravedly. His cock pushed against the entrance of her womb. Just as she wanted it, her babymaker was right where his cock ended, all the way sheathed inside her. There was no pain to the sensation, only pleasure. Her womb was ready to receive his seed.

In front of tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, across the room, the city, and the Alliance, she was taken. Every adult in the Alliance had an opportunity to watch Anduin patiently and lovingly take his newest queen. The sins of her life were forgiven and all his subjects saw was yet another loyal slave to their king. The display was a reminder, for all those that needed it, that even the most unruly sex slave had to be handled with respect and tenderness.

Although excitement was steadily rising among the watchers, they were silent and stayed put. There was gentle shifting, particularly from the dripping wet women who were willing to tend to their Master’s erect cocks. Yet, none moved. They all wanted to witness, when the next heir of the Wrynn dynasty was sired — when the queen of the seas was seeded and marked.

Even Azshara’s ceaselessly milking folds could not overcome Anduin’s stamina. The High King kept the steady pace and the queen came. She moaned into their kiss, which Anduin forced her to maintain with a hand on the back of her head. The fabric of her dress clung wetly to her thighs. Even tighter, she clung onto him. Every intense breath she took, she was reminded of the choker. Her insides twitched in response.

The orgasm ebbed away, but he was still tenderly fucking her. The slow motions did things to her that were so different and equally mesmerizing as the heavy pounding of her throat. Rather than a mess of pants and screams, she was kept in a lasting state of anticipation. When her second orgasm came, it was such a gentle and yet nerve-wrecking experience. All the world felt like it was tinging pink.