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False Jaina's Crusade	By : Lord22 Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 39796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jaina Proudmoore and Anveena's super-swollen lips met in passion. Their gigantic mammaries bounced against one another as their play continued. Into both of their asses came the cocks of two doomguards who pounded them from behind. Their tongues dueled, and Jaina enjoyed her dominance over Anveena. Yet even now, both of them were dominated.
"Got these bitches are tight, aren't they?" asked one of the guards, thrusting ever faster.
"Bitch. Singular," said the other. "She may have a lot of bodies, but there's only one mind."
Jaina felt up Anveena's ass, even as she sensed thousands more of their kind being gangbanged. Reaching out with her mind, she felt herself being sandwiched. That body was between two pitlords that were filling her mouth and pussy. Elsewhere, she was chained to a wall, candles driven between her breasts. The sensation of wax dripping down her sexy form was addicting to say the least...
Mistress enjoyed her dominance of Jaina and had used her bodies as a means of holding up torches.
"Not much of one after all the fucking we're giving her," said the first.
They probably thought they were very manly, but Jaina didn't regard them as much more than one more dick to fill her. Even now, her magics were enchanting them to be loyal to Mistress, taking over their minds.
"Yeah, but they've got spells for that," said the other. "Every single one of these cunts gets mind broken regularly; they just bounce back with magic."
Like they could even break Jaina.
"That's not all that is bouncing, is it?" muttered the first, grabbing her breasts and molding them. Neither one was nearly skilled enough or big enough for Jaina's tastes. The neverending gangbang Jaina felt was... business as usual.
It was like having three meals a day; you only noticed the absence. Only Jaina fed on sexual energy and cum instead of food and water.
"So bitch, do you enjoy this?" asked the doomguard, grabbing them by the hair and pulling them up. Jaina adopted the right personality. Meanwhile, Anveena let her bimbo nature show through more than usual.
"Yes, Master!" cried Anveena. "Anveena lives to serve you and suck you! Fuck me more, please!"
"I am Jaina Proudmoore, I exist to be your plaything," moaned Jaina, letting lust lace her voice.
Let them think they were in control if they wanted.
"That's two names," noted one.
"Oh yeah, the hive mind has split personalities," said the other. "It adds a bit of flavor to the fucking. You can tell an Anveena from a Jaina by the bangs, Jaina's are parted. Anveena's fall in front of her face."
"Ugh, I'm done with these bitches," said the first. "Where do we put them?
That was it for these bodies. Any of Jaina's bodies could fuck indefinitely, but they were in no short supply. And demons liked giving her what they thought were fates worse than death when they were done with them.
"There's a storage chamber over there," said one. "Throw her to the tentacles!"
The storage chamber was opened, and beneath it were a bed of innumerable tentacles. Jaina was thrown down, her immense ass cushioning her fall. Her immense breasts, in turn, cushioned Anveena as she landed in her cleavage. Even as Anveena, clambered forward to kiss her, the doomguards began to activate it.
"Now, what do you say, cunts?" asked the doomguard.
"Thank you, Master. Please come again," said Jaina, adding the right element of submission.
"Anveena is your loyal bimbo!" cried Anveena.
"Not anymore," said the doomguard.
At his direction, the tentacles stirred to life to grab Anveena and Jaina. Quickly they surged forward, and Jaina felt the tentacles plunging into her cunt. Anveena also moaned as suction cups were applied to their breasts. Milk poured from their nipples as their asses were pounded from behind. Deeper and deeper they went before the tentacles came out of both their mouths.
Said tentacles wrapped around one another and pulled. Anveena and Jaina's lips were trapped together in a final, eternal kiss. Their legs wrapped around one another, as their arms were bound. Staring into one another's big, blue eyes, they knew this would last forever.
The tentacles pulled them down below the surface, swallowing them down. The tentacles binding them detached, and the two fell downward. Pumped through a channel of meat, they fell down and landed.
Beneath Jaina and Anveena, they found themselves. Thousands and thousands of themselves being raped by the tentacles. They were lying on the surface of a sea of cleavage and blondes, squirming and groping one another.
Above them, several other Jaina's and Anveena's descended to land on top of them. Soon they were being pulled down into the sea...
Jaina turned her attention to her Dreadlord self. As she did, she left the last two bodies to their own eternity of pleasure. Now she was striding with swaying, violet hips alongside Kirrasan. To one side was a balcony looking over a chandelier. Said chandelier had been made from herself. Many of her bodies were bound and tied together, then welded into place with a steel framework.
That framework was then enchanted, and many candles slipped onto her bosoms. Jaina felt her mind, enjoying her own desperation for a moment. Then she looked to the other side, where dozens of her were bound. Trapped in a kneeling position with their rears high in the air. Their faces. Meanwhile, were on the ground; they stared at her pleadingly.
"Well, aren't your bodies coming along nicely," noted Kirrasan. "What's it like being both dominatrix and submissive to yourself?"
"Delicious," said Jaina, loving and fearing the sound of his own voice. "I've compartmentalized the personality of my various selves to different sets of bodies. All of me are experiencing everything, but I'm able to think in different ways with each body.
"For instance!"
Turning around, she brought her staff across to slap her original self across the breasts. In that instant, Jaina felt both the desperation and despair. The domination and excess were there as well, addicting. Lust and sexual pleasure were in both of them, though.
"MMMPH!" moaned her original, white-haired self into her gag, going bet between the legs.
The Jaina's bound to one side enjoyed the sensation, even as they wondered what fate would befall them. Dreadlord Jaina withheld the information and motioned. A door opened and into the room came an equal number of Jaina's. Yet these were different. Each one was sporting a two-foot cock that stuck up between their legs. Coming up behind, they rested their shafts in front of the rears of themselves and waited.
"Hello, Ladies, or me, as I should say," said Dreadlord Jaina. You already know what I'm going to do to you next, it's happened to you before.
"But since I know you love being dominated, I'll tell you anyway.
"Those bodies of your behind you have been magically enhanced with dicks. They are going to impregnate you. I realize you're used to being impregnated with shards of Kirrasan. But Mistress has other things to do.
"So, I'm going to try impregnating myself.
"If this works, and it will work, I'll be able to produce a neverending tide of new bodies—all without needing to exhaust the succubi.
"I always wanted three blonde children." Then Dreadlord Jaina glanced to her original self. "I'm getting a lot more than three, right, my dear Mother?" She removed her gag.
"Yes, yes, Mistress!" cried Jaina.
"Good," Dreadlord Jaina kissed her on the lips. "now, why don't we collect Tyrande? We've got to uphold our end of the bargain, don't we?"
The years of peace seemed to be coming to an end.
Tyrande Whisperwind slippered into the pool of a Moonwell. Her voluptuous violet-skinned form gleamed in the moonlight. She leaned back, her green hair falling about as her enormous breasts rose and fell. With a sigh, she looked to the equally beautiful, blue-haired Night Elven ranger.
"These waters truly are wonderful, are they not, Shandris?" asked Tyrande breathlessly.
"Yes, Priestess Tyrande," said Shandris. "But what of that power we have been sensing?"
"It will wait until later, I am sure," said Tyrande. "We must take what chances we have to rest and relax."
And then Tyrande sensed a presence. Turning to one side, she saw Jaina Proudmoore slipping into the Moonwell, stark naked. She'd always been a very beautiful woman. "Hello, Tyrande. Mind if I join you?"
"Lady Proudmoore, what has brought you here?" asked Tyrande, surprised at her presence.
Then Jaina's eyes flashed, and Tyrande found herself transfixed by them. They seemed to change and swirl with different colors. As they shifted, Tyrande tried to pick up a pattern and yet could not find one. They seemed to be entirely random, and Tyrande found herself growing hot. "Oh, I thought I might see how you were doing, maybe have a chat. You see, there is a coalition I'd like you to join, and well, I think she might explain."
Suddenly, from the water, another Jaina emerged. Yet this one was not like the other. Her hair was mostly white, and her breasts and buttocks were immense. Her lips were super-expanded, and others came to. More Jaina's emerged from the water and crowded in around them. Before Tyrande could move, she and Shandris had been pressed up against one another.
Sink energy poured out of the Jaina's all stark naked and into Tyrande, who struggled to escape. As it happened, Tyrande found herself moaning. Her breasts began to expand outward, as did Shandris' and their immense bosoms were soon at war for space. A haze fell over them and Tyrande found herself grabbing Shandris by the cheeks on reflex.
The waygate...
Tyrande remembered the waygate and when it had been sealed.
"What is..." began Shandris.
"Shandris..." said Tyrande.
Both of them were expanding more and more now, growing to be every bit the equal of Jaina. Their lips were plumping up as their hips widened and their hands were running over one another. Soon they kissed one another, and as they did, all hell broke loose. Their tongues wrestled as their hands groped one another.
"Tyrande..." moaned Shandris.
"What... we must resist this?" moaned Tyrande. She had to get free and warn of the return of this sect of demons. Yet it felt so good, and she couldn't stop kissing Shandris.
"Sorry, Priestess Tyrande, that body of yours is mine now," said a voice.
Tyrande looked up and saw Kirrasan, walking toward her with swaying hips. Behind her, she was leading Sally Whitemane by a leash. The inquisitor had been gagged and expanded to immense proportions. Now she was walking with swaying hips, a scowl on her face. How long had this been happening? And no one even knew. "Now, Jaina, why don't you give our guests some fun."
"Yes, Mistress," said Jaina.
She had to reach Jaina. "Jaina, what is the meaning of this, why are-"
Then Jaina pulled her and Shandris apart. As he did, three Jainas fell on Tyrande, kissing and groping her with immense skill. Jaina seemed to play Tyrande's body like an instrument. At first, she took the time to learn her and then began to get serious. Before long, Jaina was manipulating every part of Tyrande's body. Tyrande cried out, cumming hard as she was pressed down into the water.
The Dreadlord Jaina came forward, however, and sent a rope of light that wrapped around her neck. Drawing her forward, Kirrasan leaned forward. "Hush, Tyrande. Time for you to become one of us!"
With a final kiss of dominance, Tyrande was tamed.
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