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The Lich King's Harem	By : Lord22 Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 18837 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Two: The Turning of Jaina
Jaina Proudmoore rushed through the doors, the undead hot on her heels. The heroes of Azeroth were dead, overwhelmed by a neverending tide of undead. Even now they were being brought back as undead.
Now it was clear what their last hope.
She had to convince Arthas to give up and try to redeem himself. If she did not, the world was doomed.
Beyond the doors, she found a statue of ice. It was the perfect image of Sylvanas Windrunner, and she was standing with one leg raised into the air. Her hands were raised above her head, and her bust was sticking out. But the bust was far larger than even Sylvanas' the hips were wider, and her rear was huge.
Why create such a thing?
Then Jaina saw him lounging in his throne. In one hand was Frostmourne, but there was no sign of Sylvanas. So she had been claimed, had she?
"Hello, Jaina," said Arthas.
"Arthas," said Jaina. What could she say? "I've come to take you back."
"How considerate of you, Jaina," said Arthas. "What makes you think I want to go back?"
Jaina shifted. "This isn't you. You, you would never have done any of these things. The Lich King took you and twisted you into something you aren't. You have to fight it-"
Arthas sighed. "Much as I appreciate the second chance, Jaina, it's years too late. I didn't allow you in hear to listen to your pleas."
Then he snapped his fingers.
Instantly ice began to grow up Jaina's legs. She cast a spell to try and break it, but his power was too great. As the ice grew up to her thighs, it tore apart her clothes, so that soon she was standing in place, with ice up to her eyes.
Then the ice shattered except for a thin layer. Jaina was like a statue of ice now. The ice caused her legs to shift so that they were splayed out. At the same time, Jaina leaned forward, sticking out her enormous chest. Then the ice began to shift below her feet, sliding her around and toward the throne where Arthas sat waiting. The ice forced its way into her through, forcing her to open wide and lean down.
His enormous dick was in front of her. Jaina remembered how they used to make love in Dalaran, and the memory was tempered. This was wrong. She couldn't let this happen.
But it was happening.
Her open mouth closed down around his dick, deep throating it. The huge rod was so large it nearly made her gag. Jaina desperately tried to pull back, and for a moment she thought she was, but then she was down again. Her tongue was rubbing up against his rod. Her eyes glanced up to Arthas, who looked vaguely disappointed.
"Well, you don't seem very enthusiastic about this," said Arthas.
"Mmph," said Jaina.
"Well, there are other pleasures I can take from you, which don't need your tongue," said Arthas.
Abruptly, Jaina pulled back, and as she did, the ice around her breasts clung tighter to her. Soon it was bouncing as though it were unclad, and Jaina found herself falling to her knees. Before she knew what was happening, the ice was forcing her to wrap her gigantic tits around Arthas' dick.
Her hands began to tease his balls as her breasts went up and down of their own accord. Jaina tried to pull back. But nothing she did could weaken the spell, and soon Arthas' dick began to pulse. Jaina knew what was coming and tried to close her eyes.
Then he came.
The sperm shot out in great spurts and covered her entire face. As it did, it froze solid and began to shift into a thin layer of ice. Before long it had completely covered the rest of Jaina's face. She was now seeing through a filter of white ice.
This humiliation…
Why did she enjoy it?
Jaina stood, now encased in a skintight suit of ice. Turning around, she sat down on Arthas' lap. As she did so, his huge dick was driven into her ass. The feeling of him inside her was better than anything she remembered, as her ice yielded to her.
He began to rut her up and down. Her ice-clad tits began to bounce as she moaned silently within her skintight prison. As she did, he grabbed ahold of her hair and pulled her back so that his lips were near her ears. "You are enjoying this, whatever you pretend," he said. "It's what you've wanted for all these years. And really, what are you going to back to? To pleading for lesser men to not fight among each other?
"No.
"You came here because none can match me."
Then she felt darkness coursing through her. Her entire body began to course with the energy, and her entire skin began to tingle. Suddenly her hips widened, even as her breasts ballooned outwards to three times their original size and growing. She felt her lips become thicker and poutier.
"MMMPH!" screamed Jaina within the ice.
"Now that is an improvement I think," said Arthas. "I'm going to give you a chance, Jaina. A chance to join me. Do so, become my Queen, and I will give you everything you desire.
Fail to do so, and I will find another. Answer now."
Jaina struggled as she felt the ice retreat from her lips. She realized she had a choice. She could submit to him now, completely, and gain everything she wanted. Or she could be forced to submit and not gain it. She wanted to submit, to be his but…
"Arthas, I… I can't be that for you." she gasped. "Not like this…"
She felt anger. A silent fury surged through her, and she suddenly felt as if she had made a very bad decision. The ice around her tightened and covered her mouth again. "Very well. I will respect your decision. You will not be my Queen.
"You will be my slave."
He drew out of her, and Jaina found herself walking toward the Sylvanas ice statue. Soon she halted before it and took a pose that was a complete mirror to it. She looked into it, and then she saw that within the statue was the body of Sylvanas.
The eyes were still bright.
"Now, Sylvanas," said Arthas.
Sylvanas' eyes flashed. Then her spirit burst out of her body, out of the ice and surged forward in Banshee form. It surged into Jaina, and she felt Sylvanas withing her. She felt Sylvanas' hatred for Arthas, her vicious obsession, and desire to hurt him. It clashed with Jaina's love for him, her willingness to move on from him. The two aspects of both their minds became tangled.
"What is… I feel…" Jaina thought.
She hated Arthas more than life itself! She would never move on from that hatred! She loved Arthas more than life itself! But she would deny herself if he would not come back to the light! The two thoughts began to merge.
"You must be wondering what is happening," said Arthas. "Sylvanas is an immensely powerful banshee. So powerful that she can subvert the wills of others without possessing them.
"With all that power, it's interesting to wonder what she could do with an ordinary possession.
Would you like to know how a banshees possession works Jaina? They spend a large portion of their being to enter the mind of a mortal, and enter the far corners. Their spirit becomes intertwined with the mortal and wrapped up so closely that the two will hardly be able to distinguish between each other.
Their minds effectively become one."
Jaina Proudmoore existed to serve the people of Azeroth. Sylvanas existed to seek revenge on Arthas. Jaina cared about everyone and wanted peace. Sylvanas hated Arthas and wanted dominion.
"And I choose which aspects of each mind will come to the forefront. So, Sylvanas' single-minded obsession will trump your willingness to move on. Her hatred of what she is, of me, will be subsumed by your love for me. I will custom tailor both of you so that you take on characteristics to become my perfect slave."
It was as he said.
Jaina and Sylvanas' thoughts were merging. A new identity was arising within their minds, devised from both of them. They loved Arthas more than life itself. They would never move on from it; they existed to serve him. They cared only for him and desired to spread his dominion across the world.
It was all so clear now.
The ice around them shattered. Both of them stood there, their chests bouncing for a moment before falling still. Sylvanas' spirit returned to her body, but their forms moved in unison. They were separate, but they were the same. Their minds had changed each other for the better, turned them into what he wanted them to be.
Sylvanas and Jaina smiled.
"So, Jaina, how do you feel?" asked Arthas.
Jaina turned to him and prostrated herself on the floor before him. She enjoyed the sensation of her breasts hit the floor. Sylvanas mirrored the movement perfectly. "Master Arthas, please forgive me my defiance. My sole desire henceforth is to serve you in every possible way."
They spoke in unison.
Sylvanas had already pledged herself, but they were one.
"Good," said Arthas. "What if you, Sylvanas?"
"Arthas I… I love you." proclaimed Sylvanas, moaning as she did so. "I love you more than life itself. How is this…"
"Quiet, Sylvanas. Arthas has purposes for us," said Jaina. "We'll be his loyal slaves as he gains dominion over this entire world."
"Yes, Jaina. You're right," said Arthas. "You are now both the first of my harem. In time, you will both help me to find a Queen and serve as her handmaidens. For now, however, you need a new outfit."
Hours later, at the peak of Icecrown Glacier, Arthas watched as Jaina and Sylvanas danced. Both of them had been clad in harem outfits. Jaina wore one of blue and gold, with the emblem of the Alliance on it. Sylvanas wore one of red and black with the emblem of the Horde. The two of them wore golden collars attached to chains that led to his throne.
Elf and human danced, spinning, shaking their huge asses. Their gigantic breasts bounced as they performed for his pleasure, eyeing him lustfully. As they worked their bodies, they drew nearer and nearer to each other. At last, they were dancing in a circle; their butts pressed together. Arthas sent forth his will with a compulsion, and they received it with a smile. Turning around, Jaina and Sylvanas shed their outfits. Then they pressed their swollen lips together, wrapped their arms around each other.
The two beautiful faction leaders made out with each other, their tongues dueling. Their intimate connection of mind led to perfect coordination between the two. Each one set a knee into the other's groin. Sylvanas took hold of Jaina's breasts and began to grope them, as Jaina pulled Sylvanas into her bosom. Further and further into the heights of pleasure they rose. And Arthas conjured their lust into an ever higher flame.
Then, just as they reached the edge and cried out in pleasure, there was a flash as ice rose up around them. It covered them head to toe in an instant, trapping Jaina and Sylvanas in the midsts of their ecstasy. Jaina's face was turned skyward, in the middle of a moan. Her hands were around Sylvanas head as the elf kissed Jaina's breasts. Sylvanas' own hands were wrapped around Jaina's rump.
It was more than physical restraint. The two women had been frozen both in body and mind and trapped in perpetual orgasm and devotion to him until he chose to release them. Rising from his throne, he made his way behind Jaina. Shedding his clothes and drive his dick through the ice and into Jaina's ass. He thrust into her again and again, groping her gigantic breasts with his hands. Little by little, he worked her body and spirit until he came. Drawing out, he was unsatisfied. He motioned, and the statues separated. Sylvanas fell to a kneel, grabbing Jaina by the legs and hoisting her up.
Now lifted to waist height, Jaina's icy legs spread wide. A statue of Sylvanas lifting Jaina, ready for his pleasure, as Jaina turned around and sat down on her back, spreading her legs. Arthas before forward and drove into Jaina, fucking her relentlessly within the ice. As he did, he clenched her sexy rump between his fingers. He came again.
Finally, he drew out and motioned a third time.
Silvans lowered Jaina to the ground, and the two crawled over to him. Kneeling before his rod, they pressed his dick on either side with their breasts. As they double titfucked him, Jaina's mouth was lowered to close over it.
Arthas relaxed his control a bit, allowing them the option to cooperate. And they did. They moved to service him in her own way. Some part of Sylvanas' mind deluded herself that she was still plotting to rebel against him. But her fantasies of revenge now all featured sex instead of death, with him as the dominant partner. Some part of Jaina desired him to come back, but all her visions were of him dominating her. Both of them were experiencing the same feelings. Neither was sure where Jaina began, and Sylvanas ended.
Eventually, Arthas came within Jaina's mouth, and Sylvanas took her turn. When that was over, Jaina picked up Sylvanas and raised her as she had been raised. History repeated itself as Arthas fucked Sylvanas relentlessly. Finally, he drew out and bade them to resume their previous pose, except in reverse. Jaina pressed herself against Sylvanas' tits. And Arthas drove himself into the Banshee Queen's rear.
Finally, with one final release, he was satisfied and left them standing where they were. He paused only to change their pose, so they were kissing.
Jaina and Sylvanas' minds were stuck in perpetual orgasm, unable to move beyond the moment. But they could still have sensations added to that moment. When Arthas had fucked them, the sensation was added to the experience. He could feel them silently screaming in pleasured bondage and silent horror.
He loved the sound as he reclothed himself. Arthas took a moment to admire his statues as he had them resume their previous pose. When should he release them?
Sylvanas was a rebel and had betrayed him. She was paying for her crimes as was just. But Jaina had been dear to him. He'd offered her a chance to become his Queen, and she'd refused it. Well, they could both be punished for it.
If she would not be his Queen, she would be his slave, existing only to be made use of by him.
He could make use of them both as ice statues to his heart's content. And if he tired of their poses, he could change them. And they made an excellent decoration, a sign of his dominance. And a warning to future consorts.
That settled it. Arthas would leave the two of them like this until he felt merciful enough to release them. And that could be a very long time. Weeks, months, years, perhaps even centuries. And they would love him for it.
"It's good to be King," said Arthas.
Now he just needed to find a Queen worthy of replacing Jaina. But who should it be?
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