Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

The Lich King's Queen (Warcraft)	By : EnigmaticOutlander Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 12168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own nor profit from anything in the Warcraft franchise!

Chapter List
- 1-The New Queen - Sylvanas Windrunner
- 1
Author’s Note: Hey guys! So, without further ado, Sylvanas Windrunner’s debut in my stories! :D
As the gal being fucked, of course. Haha! Might write more about this story, but also might want to do the alternate version with Jaina too... Maybe I will alternate between the two. :P

Themes: Sexual Magical Torture, Body Modification/Transformation, Mindbreak, Humiliation, S/M

Standing just by a ledge looking into the abyss, Sylvanas Windrunner knew she was about to die. And not this undeath bullshit, she was about to die. Glancing behind her, she could hear the echoing feet of her most hated nemesis: The Lich King. His arrogant ass was going to be able to turn her and her fellow adventurers to goddamn PASTE and she could do nothing about it. Looking about wildly, she could see nothing that could potentially save them. The undead elf watched in horror as the tip of that bastard’s crowd slowly came into view, each step bringing him closer till she could see the deep, eldritch blue glow of his eyes upon her. As if he was in her mind, she could hear his chuckle reverberating through her body. “You can’t escape me, witch. I am the master of death on this world, and you will be mine before the hour is up.”

The Dark Lady would never admit to anyone that she knew fear. Not a single being on the planet would verbally hear her say it. But she was utterly terrified of what he represented, and she would be damned before she bowed before him again. Turning to the adventurers around her, she was about to give her likely last order when one surprising sight came from above: Orgrim’s Hammer came sweeping in, cannons blazing as they unloaded their payload into the Lich King and his minions. Letting out a sigh of relief, Sylvanas swept her hands towards the gunship and the outstretched gangplank. “Get the hell on adventurers, we need to escape before—” As if her words were the catalyst for failure, she suddenly felt a presence behind her. The Dark Ranger turned, only to see the Lich King shove aside a large piece of rubble and outstretch his hand to her. Purple bonds of power suddenly shot forth from his hand as he clenched his fist, wrapping themselves around the Dark Lady and dragging her to him.

Resisting with all her might, she was incapable of escaping his grasp. Her dead heart went icy cold as she realized her fate. A scream ripped from her lungs. “FLY, YOU DAMNED FOOLS. TELL THE HORDE WHAT WE LEAR—GAH!” Her words were cut short as a massive, armored gauntlet wrapped itself around her throat and cut whatever air was escaping her mouth short. She silently gasped, turning to aim an arrow at her foe and released, only to see it bounce off his armor before she could infuse it with deadly, dark magic. The evil cackle returned, both in her head and right in front of her, as the Lich King’s triumphant surge of emotion was felt coming off him in waves. “You… are… mine.”

Realizing the futility of trying to fight likely the most powerful being on Azeroth, the remaining adventurers scrambled onto the gunship as it pulled away. Gargoyles and a frost wyrm were incoming in the distance, plus they were to follow the Dark Lady’s likely last command. Surging away, Sylvanus could only feel a drop of satisfaction at knowing at least they had escaped before terror completely took over once more at her current predicament. Red eyes stared into blue as the Lich King raised his blade. With a glowing shimmer around both of them, the Dark Ranger felt his magic encompass both of them as they disappeared from one place… and appeared in another. Unlike the ledge they had stood upon, this place was a quiet sanctum of undeath. She could hear bubbling cauldrons, machinery quietly at work, and the groans and moans of undead being created. She had no idea where she was, but it did not bode well for her.

Arthas chuckled deeply as he slammed the undead elf onto a nearby medical table. With a wave of his hands, saronite chains snaked their way from under the table and slid across her arms, legs and midriff. They tightened and held her down mercilessly. She felt little in the way of pain, but she knew this to be uncomfortable beyond belief as she stared up at her captor. Her lips pursed in preparation to spit at him, only to feel something suddenly slam into her mouth. An O-ring gag made of the same cursed metal had floated right in, blocking any attempt by the Dark Lady to resist or do something as rebellious as spit at her captor. “Oh no, none of that my dear… You are in for a treat. Dr. Putricide has created something rather special for you.” He slowly leaned forward and stared deep into her eyes. “You aren’t Jaina… But you will do just as fine as my future queen… Heh, oh yes. You heard correctly.” Another deep chuckle escaped his booming chest. “The Scourge will be made into a twisted, wonderous version of Lordaeron. To span the globe as we end all life on this pathetic planet… And maybe then, we can focus on spreading to other worlds and end threats like the Burning Legion, once and for all. But I am getting ahead of myself. First, I need to… change your mind and consider being my Queen. And once you have chosen the right course of action… Well, some alterations will be needed.”

Aiming his hand at her, purple lightning suddenly flashed across her body. The pain that stabbed her to her very core was unexpected, causing the Dark Lady to scream. It wasn’t even that potent of a pain, just unexpected as few things caused her pain in her current unlife. She was far more terrified of what followed it though: her body began tingling with unexpected sensations. The very air itself that caressed her skin suddenly began feeling… good. Far better then it had any right to be, considering the harshness of Icecrown. It began growing at a steady pace, till suddenly she realized she was letting out a small, constrained flow of moaning. She had no desire to be turned into… whatever Arthas had in mind, yet she could not help enjoying the feeling of pleasure again. It had been so long… She squirmed in her constraints, feeling the pleasure building more and more.

Distracted by the growing sensations, Sylvanas was late in feeling her armor and clothes being utterly ripped from her body. Lithe and graceful like the dangerous hunter she was, the Dark Lady’s body was creepy beauty to behold. Pale blue skin, impressive handfuls of perky breasts with deep blue hard nipples and areoles, perfect hourglass figure and a bubblebutt were all thrown together as if created by an artificer of flesh. Which was exactly what Sylvanas had contracted one of her Royal Apothecaries in doing in the early days. She would be damned if she let Arthas take her elven beauty away from her.

And yet, her reclaimed beauty was likely what was resulting in her being captured by Arthas instead of simply being destroyed. Whilst the Lich King would never admit it to a living being in the world, he had carnal desires himself. He rarely took the time to partake, with his precious val’kyr being the one notable exception. Yet, they were too dull despite their ethereal beauty. Too far gone into a realm where their pleasure was merely an echo of what it could be. The death knight desired something more…. Fulfilling. More sadistic. Mooore… Personal. His hand continued to pulse with energy as he let it infuse his enemy with pleasure. His generosity to his subjects was well known throughout the Scourge. Maybe a small taste of what was to come would be all he needed to convince her to… bend. And if she didn’t, then he would just simply break her completely.

The energy coursing into her body began pulsing brighter as her pleasure receptors continued to grow in sensitivity. Each passing moment raised it from its near unbearable level to a near tortuous experience. For the first time in nearly a decade, the Dark Lady felt physical pleasure. And it was way past whatever she had once experienced in her life. No, this was being artificially enhanced to a level that a mortal likely couldn’t handle without their body being ruined. Her undeath allowed a level of manipulation that normally wouldn’t be possible. Sylvanas’ moans grew louder as her once-cold cunt began squeezing and throbbing for attention, causing her whole body to shudder and squirm like a teenager dealing with puberty.

Defiance was still in her, as she lashed and screamed against her bonds. Yet, she couldn’t help but pant and wonder what it would be like to have his cock in her—Sylvanas’ eyes widened as she snarled in rage. “STAY OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU BASTARD!” His laughter exploded forth as he watched the undead elf squirm and attempt to resist his attempts at manipulating her. “Ohhhh, do no worry, Sylvanas… By the end of the day, you will be begging me for release and to be my Queen.” With a flick of his wrist, his massive cloak moved out of the way as he brought his other hand forth. It glowed a bright, icy blue as he reached out and laid it upon her flat stomach. With a pulse of energy, a single magical rune was left glowing on her stomach. And as if that concluded his mission, the Lich King turned and strode away. “I will be back by tomorrow morning for your answer, my dear… HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

As he left, Sylvanas struggled with renewed energy against her bonds, but to no avail. Her gasps came that much faster as she tried her best to resist the urges within herself. She couldn’t give way to him. Could she? As if responding to her thoughts, the magical rune glowed brighter and a massive pulse of pleasure ran through her body. It came to her so suddenly, her mind wasn’t prepared for it as it seemed to try and positively encourage her to accept his ‘tender’ affections. Her mind flooded with possible images of the future, with her clad in mastercrafted lingerie armor made of saronite. It barely was any form of protection, but with the aura of magic oozing off her alternate self, who cared if she wore armor? She was the Lich King’s new Queen, infused with the power of the Scourge. Her already-curvaceous form was a fertile birthing ground of undeath, as she brought those around her into the Scourge’s tender embrace, all whilst the Lich King fucked her before their subjects. He was her King, and she would serve loyally so as to ensure the success of the Scourge for all time.

In her mind’s eyes, the Dark Lady could only watch in mixed fascination and horror as her alternate self was nothing but a whore to her pimp. She crawled to the Lich King like a pet, making every move a seductive display of her devotion and love of her King. Her eyes were locked on one simple thing: the glorious, pale and utterly massive cock that sprung out from the depths of armor. It glowed with an ethereal blue light along the alabaster skin, with massive churning balls of… whatever goop Arthas would create at this point. And as she approached it, Sylvanas was horrified to see the slavish, lovingly look she gave that cock as she mounted the stairway on her knees to his Frozen Throne. Trying to look away, Sylvanas was forced to watch as Whore Sylvanas finally reached the top and began suckling on his balls. She did it with such reverence that the Dark Lady couldn’t help but feel a trickle of desire flood through her body that had nothing to do with the physical pleasures she was enduring.

As the moments passed though, the real Sylvanas could feel her insides churning more and more with desire as Whore Sylvanas slid her lips along his length, kissing it reverently with each inch she slid up until she was at the very tip. She waited a mere moment before she slid the giant cock into her mouth and straight down her throat with no hesitation whatsoever. Gagging noises were nonexistent as she facefucked herself upon her King’s delectable phallus. The wet, arousing slaps of her throatpussy being used caused real Sylvanas to pant in desire. Her hunger, thought long gone, was now returning with an almighty reckoning as she felt the need to touch herself. And as if her seeing her and reading her thoughts, the “fake” Arthas turned from watching Whore Sylvanas worshipping him to directly stare at her. His voice suddenly filled Sylvanas’ head with laughter and a scathing tirade. “Ohhhh, but this is delicious. Could the Dark Lady be wanting to be a slut for her worst enemy? Does she desire nothing more then be turned into a toy for the Scourge’s amusement? Come now, Sylvanas… I thought you were going to be a bit more of a challenge. Hahahahahahahahaha!”

And as the night dragged on, Sylvanas unknowingly screamed in ecstasy as her mind was infused with dream after dream of possible wonders, rewards and pleasures given to her if she simply were to bend the knee to her destiny…

-

The next morning came. With a massive boom, Arthas strode through the massive gates of his personal conversion chamber and saw a positive sight before him. Chuckling in his deep, booming voice, the death knight strode next to Sylvanus and saw the hungry, delighted glow in her red eyes as her ‘enemy’ finally returned to her. Her mouth hung open as she panted like a bitch in heat, her body quivering from head to toe as her tongue lolled out and seemed to lap at the air like there was a delicious treat before her. His voice thundered in the large room, filling the room but also booming directly into her mind as he spoke. “What is your answer, elven witch? Will you join me in ruling, or will you be crumbled into dust with the rest of the world?”

The elven ranger-turned-banshee queen stared at Arthas long and hard. Her iron will was being tested… And it was found wanting. A long-suffering moan choked out of her throat as a single tear dripped down her cheek. She hated herself for giving in, but her existence had been a mixture of nothingness, vengeance and pure loathing of almost everything around her. And her one focus, to destroy the being before her, was now beyond pointless. She knew the futility of trying to destroy him, for her chance had disappeared the moment he had put that helm on and evolved into the Lich King. The very being who created her into what she was now… And now offered her a route that might give her some form of purpose and enjoyment of her existence again. She slowly nodded up to him, slowly saying “Long… live… the King.” past the O-ring gag in her mouth.

The death knight stood straight, raising his arm and letting several items come at his bidding and float around him. Vile potions, syringes of glowing liquids, pieces of specially-crafted saronite, and more floated in a controlled orbit around the massive figure. The undead elf watched as a tube floated up and was promptly shoved down her throat as several glowing, thick liquids were flowed through it and directly into her stomach. She possessed no gag reflex, so nothing prevented its travel down into her stomach. Her stomach gurgled with the sudden introduction of highly volatile magical liquids. Syringes floated from underneath the table she had been suffering upon and slid into her chest, injecting small amounts of deep green liquid into her breasts. More followed and slid into her neck and ass cheeks.

Each one caused her body to sudden begin shuddering violently as changes began taking place. The pieces of beautifully-wrought saronite metal bits (now recognized as piercings) suddenly soared forward and dived into her flesh. Very little of her flesh was saved from abuse. Nipples and nose acquired bead rings, whilst her ears, navel, and clit all got bars. Each of them glowed an unearthly but subtle purple glow as the miniscule runes etched onto each piece seemed to retain a constant glow. They fed off her own magic it seemed, as each was clicked into place, they grew slightly brighter.

Within a mere few minutes, the Banshee Queen could feel herself becoming something new. Something far more intriguing then her previous incarnation had even been. Her body grew larger as she went from a lithe, graceful hunter of the night to a thick, voluptuous maiden of darkness. Her chest enlargened dramatically, oozing an bright green liquid from her permanently hard nipples and seemed to remain completely perky. Her ass grew four times larger along with her thighs and hips as she gained proportions that mothers of the vrykul would be envious of. Her skin gained an ethereal look to it, almost as if she had merged with a val’kyr. Her pale-gold hair had gone completely white, whilst her eyes had gone from their rageful red to a eerie blue, almost the same shade as Arthas’. And last, but certainly not least, her lips had grown several times larger, acquiring a strange fullness and poutiness to them which hadn’t been there before.

To those unfamiliar with her, no one would know she was the infamous Banshee Queen to look at her. And Arthas was more than pleased with his work. With a raised hand, the chains holding her slid off and the gag in her mouth unbuckled itself and flew away, letting the newly transformed woman slide to the ground with a loud thud. Weakly, Sylvanas tried to pull herself up, unused to the transformations that had just occurred to her. Her gaze drifted to the pair of skull-laden boots before her and up to the almighty being before her. She had hated him once… But now she knew not why she did. She could only see his magnificence as she tried to get to her knees. Reaching down, Arthas helped her get to a comfortable place on her knees, then pushed her back so her huge ass sat back upon her heels. His eyes traveled over her form for several long moments before nodding. “You are now worthy of my attention, elf witch. But before we may proceed, I must know…” His gauntleted hand slid forth and grasped her by the chin, staring deep into her eyes. “Whom do you serve?”

Sylvanas stared back, a sudden flare of her older self coming forth. Fighting for her very existence, the Dark Lady fought against the Scourge’s Queen. Both fought with a savagery of feral creatures within her mind. But between the Lich King’s gaze and the Queen’s desire for him, the Dark Lady stood no chance as she was winked out of existence. Sylvanas’ mouth moved and a sultry, breathy voice spoke in reverent tone. “I… serve you, my King. I am your most humble, most devoted worshipper, my God of Death.” And as if to prove that Sylvanas was truly gone, she crawled forward and unbuckled Arthas’s codpiece to reveal the rock-hard, massive cock which had been waiting for release this whole time. As if perfectly copying the Whore Sylvanas of her dreams last night, she suckled upon his balls once again before sliding up his length and bestowing it as many kisses as she could give it before plowing the Scourge’s most glorious cock straight down her throat.

A quiet groan echoed from the Lich King as he felt a pleasure he had yet to enjoy in a very long time, grasping the undead elf’s hair and suddenly fucking her throat with all the strength he possessed. The death knight threw back his head and roared in triumph and pleasure as the wet sounds of fucking echoed throughout the chamber. “YESSS! BE MY SLUT, YOU IGNORANT LITTLE ELVEN WHORE! YOU WILL BE MY QUEEN AS WE BREAK OPEN THIS WORLD AND LAY WASTE TO THE UNIVERSE!” He cackled wildly, staring back down at the slut as she stared up at him with half-lidded, loving eyes. “Ohhh, how the mighty have fallen… You will be missed, Sylvanas. The older you, that is. Heeheeheeh… Oh, if only your family could see have far the greatest of the Windrunners has gone in her desire to be the vain, perfect bitch she always wanted to be.”

As if seized by an idea, Arthas yanked off Sylvanas from his cock. Surprised and looking mildly disappointed, she meekly spoke up in worry. “D-Did I displease my lord in some wa—EEEEEP!” The elf was interrupted as he slid his arms underneath her body and yanked her up like she weighed not-a-thing. Suspending her directly over his cock, she realized in a flurry of movement what was to happen as he shoved her down straight onto his raging member. She wrapped her thighs around his torso and screamed in ecstasy as her pussy’s depths were plundered by his enchanted cock. Arms locked around his neck, she stared deep into his eyes as she felt her whole body shudder, quake and bounce with each thundering slam of his hips into her groin. Never had she felt pleasure quite like this and never again did she want to be bereft of it. And within a mere few minutes, she suddenly felt his icy cold cum suddenly explode into her pussy.

As if thinking he was sated finally, Sylvanas pulled back to look at his face a bit closely… Only to see a smirk within the shadowy depths of his helm as he immediately resumed fucking her just as wildly as he had before. Her eyes widened as her mind became slightly fuzzy with the overwhelming pleasure she had been subjected to over the past twenty four hours. As the day gave way to night, their fucking could be heard going on for hours as the power of the Lich King was used to enhance and lengthen what normally would have been over long again. Again and again, he plowed into his new Queen’s pussy, and again and again, he unleashed torrents of his icy cum. By the time the eighth hour had passed, Sylvanas was bloated with cum and her eyes had rolled back into her head as she was overstimulated beyond the point of sanity. Her mind had broken completely hours ago, only to be pieced back together again by the brutal force of the Lich King.

Finally, after what felt like an eon having passed, the Lich King let out a tired pant as he finally unloaded his last dosage of cum into his personal cocksleeve before dropping her to the ground. A long, contented sigh escaped Arthas’ lips as he felt the tension he had been feeling building up of late finally released. He looked down at his new Queen and chuckled as he marched away, reattaching his codpiece back to his armor and leaving the slut to wallow in her icy bliss. Sylvanas, completely broken, lay upon the ground and mewled like a blind kitty as she tried to decipher everything that had happened to her as she fell into a state of comatose bliss. She would be a perfect addition to his kingdom… Oh, did he have plans for her.

Author's Note: Next up, most likely Jaina! As stated, will probably switch between the two as I get to writing this and keep a decent little narrative going over time. :P
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Lich King's Queen (Warcraft)