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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 Five: Whitemane and Paletress
Sally Whitemane was bound spread eagle to a wall. She thrashed in her chains, her huge pale bosom bouncing as her white hair flew around her. Her red and black outfit was in tatters and barely contained her curvaceous form. Only her hat was flawless.
She was a mirror to her Argent Counterpart, Argent Confessor Paletress. The two were all but identical. But Paletress was blonde with light skin. Even their outfits were identical, but Paletress's was white.
"Sally Whitemane," said Paletress. "The world has not been kind to you."
"Spare me, you spineless traitor!" cried Whitemane. "I serve the Light Ordained Scarlet Crusade! We will return from our defeat! The undead and the Argent Crusade alike shall burn!"
"It is as I feared. You have lost yourself in your rage," said Paletress. "You will remain here as our prisoner until such time as you are sane."
Then the ringing of bells sounded throughout the Argent Dawn fortress.
"To arms! To arms! The undead are upon us!" cried a man.
Paletress turned and rushed through the halls. As she did, she saw the heroes of Azeroth prepare for battle. Out a window, she saw a vast tide of undead approaching the walls. Soon she found Tirion Fordring at the command tent, clad in his armor. The Ashbringer was on his back. He looked up as she approached. "Paletress."
"Lord Fordring, what is happening?" said Paletress.
Fordring looked up. "The Lich King has come to attack the Argent Dawn personally. I will go to meet him in battle. You must remain here and defend the prisoners."
Paltress bowed. "Yes, Lord Fordring."
She turned and walked back to the cells. The halls were now empty, and the sound of battle began. The firing of guns and canons mixed with the shrieks of unholy creatures. Paletress prayed the Light's Champions would emerge victoriously. What was she thinking, of course, they would be victorious. Faith would manage where numbers did not suffice; she was sure of it.
She reached Whitemane's cell and waited there as the sound of battle drew nearer. She paced back and forth, feeling ill at ease.
And then she sensed a dark presence.
Darker than any she had felt. Turning, she looked down the hall and saw the Lich King himself appearing before her. Her knees shook as her mouth went dry. She held her staff tightly as she gripped her staff. Fear gripped her heart, but she beat it back. She had to hold her ground.
"Argent Confessor Paletress." said the Lich King.
His voice took hold of her heart. She found herself looking at the broad-shouldered god with almost a longing. No, what was she thinking? He was the enemy of all who lived. Paletress sent a wave of light toward him. It washed over him, but he simply walked through. Not a single scratch or burn was on him, and Frostmourne gleamed. Before she could move, her staff was knocked from her hand. His hand gripped her neck and forced her against the walls. She struggled with him. But as she did, her heart was fluttering. "The Lich King… what foul plan do you have here, traitor?"
"I came looking for the woman behind you," said Arthas. With a motion, the cell door broke open to reveal Whitemane. Instantly the white-haired inquisitor stood to her full height. She thrashed in her bindings as Arthas dragged Paletress together. It was all she could do to keep on her feet as she was drawn near.
"Foul creature!" snarled Whitemane, turning up her nose. "I will break free of these restraints and-"
Before she could finish, Arthas turned Paletress around and plunged her forward. Paletress' bosom bounced against Whitemane's as her face moved forward. Their full lips connected and they were pressed against each other. Paletress could feel the heat of Whitemane's body against her and stared deep into her eyes.
They were beautiful.
She tried to break the kiss, and they struggled. But their bodies did not respond to their struggles. Paletress felt Arthas reach around to feel up her breasts. The sensation was addicting. She felt Whitemane's tongue enter her mouth, only to be drawn back. Paletress blushed, as Arthas' hands began to feel up Whitemane. The inquisitor blushed just as brightly.
"You are an unexpected catch," said Arthas. "But looking at you two, I think you'll make an excellent pair of slavegirls."
Rage filled Whiteman's eyes. She pulled her face back, even as ice began to climb up their long legs, trapping them together. "We will never serve you! The heathens shall be burned and tormented forever! And we will-" Then ice formed between her full, red lips. The ice then grew toward Paletress and fillled her mouth completely. Then the ice began to constrict. It pulling their lips together and trapping the two of them in silent embrace.
"As entertaining as that sounds, I prefer freezing," said Arthas. "And I have other uses for both of you."
The ice climbed up their arms. Whitemane's metal bindings were broken and her icy hands gripping Paletress' rump. Paletress could feel her hands feeling her up. And then she felt her own hands reaching around Whitemane's neck. Her tongue within her mouth was pulled out by the ice to enter Whitemane's mouth. Whitemane soon returned the favor.
Paletress realized that her first kiss had been taken from her. Taken from them both.
Now their tongues were dueling, their hands running over each other's bodies as they made out. The pleasure was immense. Vaguely Paltress was aware that the sounds of fighting had died down. But the Lich King did not seem concerned as he reached out and tore off Paletress' clothes.
She felt something behind her. He was going to…
Arthas jammed into her. His girth was immense. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he began to thrust into her. She could feel darkness pouring into her body, binding the light within her. As it did, she felt the heat in her chest. He thrust and thrust, and finally came within her.
The heat intensified.
Paletress rose into the air as the ice shattered. Her breasts burst out to three times their original size. Her hips exploded outward so that her body had taken on the shape of an immense hourglass. Regaining her feet, Paletress found herself turning around. She dropped down to take Arthas' length in her mouth. As she did, Whitemane was forced by the ice to knee and begin tonguing her from behind.
Paletress sucked. The taste was beyond description. She had to have more. Pushing herself further down, she deepthroating the dick. Her tongue slathered over it. And behind her, she felt Whitemane's tongue entering her. The pleasure was immense, for she was skilled. Or perhaps Arthas was skilled at using them.
Were they just marionettes now? Puppets whose minds were a mere bonus? And why was the prospect only driving Paletress crazy? She'd always imagined herself an extension of the light. But now… now she was an extension of Arthas.
A thing designed to give him pleasure. She had become it so easily.
She began to struggle within her body, but all she did was move her hands up to massage his balls. At the same time, Whitemane reached forward to grope her gigantic tits. This was wrong! This was completely wrong! She couldn't let this happen!
But her body acted of its own accord. Soon Arthas came within her mouth, and she drank down his cum. From there, she arose and gripped Whitemane by the hair. Pulling her up, so she was hanging limply by Paletress' thighs, she thrust her forward. She then watched as Arthas grabbed Whitemane by the throat and tossed her into the air. As she rose, he gripped her by the legs and spread them. Her red clothes were destroyed so she was clad only in her stockings and hat and she was impaled on his dick.
He thrust in and out of her nethers again and again.
It was a spectacle Paletress could not look away from. The sight of his passive length plunging between her legs. Her huge bosom bouncing with each thrust. The ice cracking little by little as the changes on Whitemane's body began.
Soon enough, she too expanded to immense proportions. Once again, they were mirrors of each other. They were both wielders of the Light. Both had believed fully in their case. And both were as nothing before Arthas. The Light was only a tiny trickle compared to his power.
There wasn't a sound from outside now — only the sound of Whitemane's moans. The ice was gone now. Her bosom had enlarged to immense proportions, and Arthas was groping her readily. Paletress reached down to her sopping wet nether regions and began to toy with herself. Her other hand groped one of her huge breasts.
By now Arthas had turned Whitemane around and was fucking her from behind. She kneeled on hands and knees, no longer struggling. Her tongue was out as she panted, a blush on her features. Then he finished her.
Paletress could contain herself no more. She rushed forward to Arthas and kissed him on the lips. He smiled, then reached up. Chains of ice appeared in his hand and formed collars around both their necks. The two of them stood up and posed for him as gags of ice filled their mouths.
"Come along now, both of you," said Arthas. "I have use for you."
It was the purpose they had been put in this world to fulfill. They walked to it together, leaving behind the destroyed ruins of the Argent Crusade.
Paletress and Tyrande were making out on the floor. Night elf and priestess' tongues were dueling. Their hands ran over each other's bodies. At the same time, Tyrande rubbed a knee against Paletress' nethers.
Meanwhile, Whitemane lounged next to Arthas' throne, her long legs parted. Jaina Proudmoore was between them, her arms bound behind her back. Her lips were parted as she serviced Whitemane, who looked down with a dominant smile. Jaina now followed orders without question, though not because she was broken.
The beautiful blonde was obeying because she feared to lose Arthas to Alexstrasza. As if she hadn't already lost him.
Alexstrasza and Arthas watched from satisfaction. Sylvanas was posing a little ways away, still trapped in ice. Alexstrasza found amusement in her fate. In so many possible futures Sylvanas had become far worse than the most depraved of undead.
So why should she be allowed to stay free?
"So, two other potential Queens, then?" asked Alexstrasza. She hoped not. While she was in the lead, less competition was always a good thing.
"I doubt it. These aren't high enough for that honor," said Arthas. "But they'll make excellent consorts."
"So will you be going out to find more?" asked Alexstrasza. "Or staying in?" He had been away for them for so long, destroying her enemies. She was hoping for some fun.
"I'm not sure I should do this directly anymore," said Arthas. "Alexstrasza, perhaps you would like to bring in the next one."
Alexstrasza leaned forward to press her breasts against his face. She had a fast better idea. "It would be my pleasure, Master. But perhaps we could make a game of this."
Arthas pulled her down to face level. "What kind of game?"
"Assign each of the potential Queens the same mission," said Alexstrasza. "Let us each bring you another girl as a tribute. Whichever one pleases you most, reward, however, you see fit."
Arthas smiled. "I think you are making an excellent display of yourself already. It will be as you say."
Alexstrasza smiled. She knew exactly who she would be bringing into the fold. A prize that would top anything that the other's could hope to bring in. One that would cement her as the favorite at last.
And she'd be doing them a favor. She'd hate for Ysera to miss out on all this, after all…
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