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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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Alexstrasza had been taken down from her crystal for a time and was being railed by the Lich King. Moaning, she enjoyed the sensation, even as Jaina and Sylvanas groped her.
"Arthas…" moaned Alexstrasza.
"Queen Alexstrasza, you wish to speak with me," said Arthas.
"You… you've frozen Jaina and Sylvanas in perpetual bondage," said Alexstasza.
"I have," said Arthas. "Does that displease you?"
"It… it isn't fair to them." gasped Alexstrasza. "Please, my King, forgive them. Release them from the ice."
Arthas pulled her back and turned her around, so they were face to face. A thumb was set to her huge lips. "Release them?" asked Arthas. "But they make such excellent crystals…"
Jaina and Sylvanas floated behind Alexstrasza. Tendrils of darkness were emanating from the crystalized women. They groped the Dragon Queen's huge breasts. "Still, I will make you a deal. If you agree to serve me without question, to do whatever I ask, I will eventually release one of them. I may even release the other someday. Do you agree?"
Alexstrasza thought about it. There was still good in Arthas. That was why he was keeping them. Perhaps in serving him, she could reach that goodness. "I… I will do whatever you ask."
"Good." He kissed her. "Then I'll give you some instructions."
Alexstrasz listened and loved every moment of it.
Tyrande Whisperwind looked over the night elven sentinels as they prepared for battle. As she did, she heard the soft footfalls of Malfurion Stormrage behind her. The nubile, violet skinned night elf priestess turned to her lover. The sudden movement sent her ample chest bouncing. "The war goes ill, my love. Our sentinels are hard-pressed to hold back the tide of the scourge."
"I know, said Malfurion. "I feel the land groan beneath their unholy feet. How nature tolerates such monstrosities is beyond me. Still, we must not give up hope. We triumphed over Archimonde and Sageras. We shall triumph over the Lich King."
"Overconfident, aren't we?" asked a voice.
They turned and saw the Lich King approaching them. Instantly Tyrande was filled with a fiery passion as he approached. But Malfurion raised his staff. "Unholy beast! You will not-"
Arthas swung his sword, and the head was cleaved from Malfurion in one blow. "I'm not here to hear you talk."
Tyrande saw her love die and drew her daggers in a fury. "Furion! You will pay for this, foul demon!"
Surging forward she attacked, but in an instant, her swords were disarmed. The Lich King slung a hand under the small of her back and picked her up bridle style. And Tyrande found that she could not thrash within his grip. In fact, her body was naturally curling into his grip. What magic was this?
"I sincerely doubt it. On the other hand, I will be enacting a tribute," said Arthas. "You'll do for a start, Tyrande Whisperwind."
Leaning in her kissed her. Tyrande found a blush coming to her face as the memory of Furion's corpse began to fade. She knew he'd been killed, but somehow it wasn't important. What was happening to her? And why was she enjoying it?
A portal opened and Tyrande Whisperwind, speechless, was carried beyond reach of help.
Alexstrasza watched as a new potential Queen was brought up to Icecrown. Tyrande Whisperwind was rapidly falling under the Lich King's sway. But Arthas had not fully gotten to her mind if the conflicted expression on her face was any indication.
"I apologize about the mess, but I simply couldn't leave any loose ends," said Arthas as he sat down on his throne.
What he said set Tyrande off. The curvaceous elf woman struggled in his grip, pulling away. "Unhand me! I will not be touched by so foul a creature!"
But even as she struggled, Arthas cupped her breasts and pulled off her top. Her huge, violet breasts bounced freely as he began to pull down her underwear. "On the contrary, you'll be doing a lot more than touching."
Tyrande turned around and by the will of the Lich King, began to work off his pants. As his huge dick appeared, erect as always, Tyrande blushed. "Ysera, give me strength."
Then she lowered herself down and began to suck it. Her hands played with Arthas' balls as one of his hands grabbed her green hair. "You can ask her yourself soon enough. But for now, say hello to her sister."
He was calling forth Alexstrasza again! She was going to get to play!
The crystal shattered and Alexstrasza lowered herself down. She leaned in next to Arthas' throne and kissed him. Tyrande's eyes bulged as she saw Alexstrasza. But she didn't slow her sucking, far from it, she sped up.
Arthas pulled Tyrande up by the hair, and she naturally plunged herself down onto his dick. It was a pure reflex. Arthas grabbed Alexstrasza by the left horn. "Queen Alexstrasza… you…" gasped Tyrande."
"I think I've heard enough of your words. But I have a definite use for your mouth," said Arthas.
That was her cue. Alexstrasza relished getting into Arthas' lap and relished further sharing it with Tyrande. She began to kiss Tyrande, groping her breasts. And Tyrande soon began to return the favor.
"What is this… why am I…" gasped Tyrade.
"Now, be improved in the name of the Lich King," said Arthas.
He came inside her. Tyrande yowled in pleasure as her already ample breasts exploded in size. So did her hips and ass, and Alexstrasza felt her delicious lips plump up.
"This sensation!" cried Tyrande.
Arthas looked pleased as he gazed at Tyrande. The night elf's huge bust pressing against Alexstrasza's gigantic tits. Tyrande was huge. But she wasn't Alexstrasza's equal by any means.
"Four times the size?" asked Arthas. "I'm impressed. Only Alexstrasza has exceeded you. Speaking of which…" Alexstrasza slid off Arthas lap and landed on her back. A moment later, Tyrande was thrown forward, so they were breast to breast. Their lips were locked as Arthas plunged into Tyrande's ass.
"Queen Alexstrasza-" gasped Tyrande as Arthas fucked her.
"King Arthas desires us to play," said Alexstrasza, pulling her into an embrace. "We…" Why was she doing this? "We must appease him, or the undead will wash over all the world." And she began to grope her. Alexstrasza had ages of experience at this, and within moments, Tyrande was reeling.
"Alexstrasza- ugh, please, stop, I can't…" gasped Tyrande, tears coming to her eyes.
Alexstrasza licked them off. "You will enjoy it. King Arthas has made me a promise. After we play for his enjoyment long enough, he'll release Jaina Proudmoore from the ice."
"But-" said Tyrande.
"Just enjoy it," said Alexstrasza. "This is our new role."
With almost childlike innocence, Tyrande was led into a makeout session. She became more and more into their play. As Tyrande suckled on Alexstrasza's breast, the Dragon Queen looked to Arthas. He was pleased with her performance. And Tyrande was submissive to her.
Alexstrasza had no fear of Tyrande supplanting her.
Why was she thinking like this? She wasn't doing this to become Queen. She was doing this to save Jaina. Her expression became pleading. "I did it. Now please… please release Jaina."
"As you wish," said Arthas.
The blue crystal rotating above them descended to the ground. Little by little, it began to glow, then crack. Suddenly it exploded outward, and Jaina Proudmoore hatched from it like an egg. She landed on her breasts, so much smaller than Alexstrasza's though they were immense for a human.
Arthas thrust faster and faster. Tyrande's moans became louder and louder. Her eyes went wide with the pleasure as both came at once. Tyrande fell backward against Arthas' shoulder as he felt her up from behind.
Jaina struggled to pull herself up as Arthas made his way over to her. Alexstrasza stared? He couldn't be planning to make her his queen, could he? That was Alexstrasza's role.
Jaina looked up, eyes lovestruck, but sad. "Arthas…"
He cupped her chin beneath his hand. "Jaina, I've decided to give you a second chance."
Jaina nodded. "Thank you, master."
Well, at least she knew her place. Tyrande pulled herself off of Alexstrasza, limping toward Arthas. Her eyes were conflicted. Arthas looked to her, then Jaina. "Now, I believe you and Tyrande are old friends. Rape her."
Jaina stood up slowly. Would she disobey him? Part of Alexstrasza wanted her to. If she did, she would no longer be a threat to Alexstrasza's position. And it would prove she was conquered. But if she obeyed she might get back into Arthas' good graces. And she would have fully submitted. "…Yes, Master." She rushed toward Tyrande. The elf woman raised a hand. "Jaina, stop this, don't…"
But Jaina pushed her over and began to nibble her neck, even as she drove a knee between Tyrande's legs. Her hands worked Tyrande's breasts against her will. Tyrande began to struggle, but her struggling was limited by Arthas' will. She was being allowed to for a very good reason. Watching her be overwhelmed, to be used like this, entertained him.
Nothing was beyond him, was it?
Then Tyrande began to kiss back, and their make-out session became all the more passionate. Two equals working each other to the edge of pleasure. Briefly, Tyrande broke free and pulled her face away. "Jaina… what is happening?"
"You are being made an extension of his will. Now, enjoy it," said Jaina, pulling her back into a kiss.
"Jaina…" moaned Tyrande.
Then Alexstrasza found herself standing up. She turned to the throne where Arthas stood. He motioned to her, and she came to him. He motioned to his dick. "Alexstrasza, I have a use for you."
"Yes, Master," said Alexstrasza, overjoyed he hadn't forgotten her.
She impaled herself on his dick and began to kiss him. As she did, she was bucked higher and higher. Behind her, she could hear Jaina and Tyrande working each other into pleasure. But Alexstrasza, she was being given the honor of fucking Arthas himself.
"Simple, obedient, beautiful," said Arthas, gripping her by the throat. "I think you, Alexstrasza, are rapidly becoming my favorite."
Alexstrasza's heart surged. A blush came to her face. "You honor me, my King." How could she increase this run of success? What could she say to make him favor her even more than he did already? "Once you've finished with my pleasure, please return me to my crystal. I want to be a trophy of your triumph, and watch every minute of your conquest."
Arthas smiled. "Oh, Alexstrasza, you are my conquest."
Then he kissed her again.
"Arthas…" said Jaina, voice broken.
Arthas shouldered Alexstrasza to the side and looked to see Jaina. She was looking at them, tears in her eyes. Tyrande was eating her out.
"Jaina?" said Arthas.
That affection in his tone. It should be directed at Alexstrasza alone.
"Please… forgive me, my King." gasped Jaina.
Arthas' smile widened. "I may consider that. First, however, you owe Alexstrasza a great debt. I suggest you repay your mistress." Then grabbing Alexstrasza, he hoisted her up and plunged into her ass from behind. He spread her legs wide.
Jaina stood up, pushing an exhausted Tyrande to one side. Then she moved forward slowly. "Yes, my King."
Then Jaina bowed before Alexstrasza and began to eat her out. Her technique required some work, but she more than made up for it in passion. She wanted to please Arthas, and her only way of doing so was pleasing Alexstrasza. That alone was more pleasurable to her than a thousand ruts by Arthas.
"Alexstrasza, you convinced me to break Jaina from the ice, I think it only fair that you hold authority over her," said Arthas. "I am giving her to you as a personal handmaiden."
This was too perfect. Alexstrasza would be Arthas' favorite. And Jaina would be her personal pet, watching with jealousy. Alexstrasza would comfort her, and in time, she'd embrace her role. "Thank you, my King." She leaned back, so her face was next to his and kissed him. "I'll ensure she is kept well disciplined. What will you do with Tyrande?"
Tyrande pulled herself up, still defiant. "You… you monster…"
Arthas ignored her and froze her arms and legs in place. Tyrande moaned as tendrils of ice grew up and plunged into all three of her holes. Soon the night elven priestess was being gangbanged, jerked back and forth by dicks of ice. She was blushing as it happened. "I'm still considering the matter. For now, why don't we enjoy ourselves? And consider who we should add next."
Alexstrasza clamped her thighs around Jaina's head, pressing her deeper into her. Jaina's tongue reached out and began to tongue her. But Alexstrasza wanted her deeper inside her. She wanted to draw Jaina into her completely, take her body, her soul, and turn it into a mere extension of her will.
She'd get inside Jaina and make her as much a slave to Alexstrasza as all of them were slaves to Arthas. Jaina would be fucked into submission until she was no longer a person. Just a mere extension of the bond between Alexstrasza and Arthas. A living marker of their union.
She sent her will into Jaina's and manipulated her hands, so Jaina began to play with herself. The sorceress' hands groped her huge tits and massaged her own slit. Jaina's blush intensified as Alexstrasza tightened her legs around her.
The Dragon Queen would melt Jaina's mind down and reforge it into a spiritual wedding ring. And she'd make her love every second of it.
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