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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 List
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Chapter Six: Whitemane's Catch
Whitemane was not even being considered as a potential queen.
It did not offend her at all. Her Master knew better than her, and her only reason for existence was his pleasure. But she wanted to be his Queen. To know that she had served him better than any other.
And yet all the signs were there. Her breasts had not expanded as much as Tyrande, let alone Alexstrasza. She was, by nature, less desirable. But she meant to serve him, to make herself more desirable. That would quench her doubts.
She would prove herself by taking one from her old order and bringing her into the Light. Brigitte Abbendis was waiting for her new life. And Whitemane did not intend to keep her waiting long.
Whitemane appeared within the Scarlet Crusade's newest fortress. As she walked, she swayed her impossibly wide hips seductively. Walking into Brigitte's office, she let her huge tits bounce alluringly. Brigitte looked up in shock. The beautiful redhead's jaw dropped a portion as her gaze roamed over Whitemane's form.
"Sally Whitemane, is that you?" asked Brigitte, standing up.
Whitemane strode forward. Brigitte backed away, blushing, before being pinned to the wall. Whitemane's enormous tits swallowed the General's own impressive pair whole. The Inquisitor's knee rubbed up between Brigitte's groin. Her arms pinned her there, and their lips were very close. "Indeed, it is, Brigitte. I have been liberated from the dominion of the Argent Crusade, and I've come to see you."
Brigitte strove to speak. "It is a blessing that you escaped, however…."
Whitemane kissed her. And as she kissed her, she poured the energies of Master deep into Brigitte's body. Even as she broke it, Brigitte began to moan, shifting as Whitemane let her fall to the ground.
Brigitte collapsed to her knees, struggling to stand as her chest began to pulse. Before she could, Whitemane put a single high heeled boot on Brigitte's back, forcing her to stay on her knees.
"What is the meaning of…" gasped Brigitte.
Her chest began to grow outward. The chainmail she wore began to strain as her leather underwear tore. Bigger and bigger both grew, as Brigitte's moans came through increasingly pouty lips. She began to thrash, struggling out of Whitemane's grasp and running over to her desk.
But Whitemane caught her there. Reaching forward, Whitemane began to grope Brigitte from behind. Her chainmail was breaking to pieces as more and more skin showed through. Soon her armor was a mere remnant and Sally was tearing Brigitte's clothes off.
"Don't fight it!" said Whitemane, ripping all but Brigitte's leather stockings and gloves off. "We are destined to serve another power entirely! The Lich King!"
"No, we must defy... ugh…" moaned Brigitte.
"You cannot resist me. You already enjoy my ministrations," said Whitemane, feeling herself smile wider and wider. "Soon you will accept them willingly. Then you'll spread them."
"Never!" cried Brigitte, pulling out of her grip and staggering away. "Unhand me! I don't know what kind of spell you are-"
Whitemane stepped forward. Their gigantic tits slammed against each other as their pouty lips met. Soon Whitemane's tongue was exploring her mouth, even as her arms roamed over Brigitte's huge ass. Whitemane broke the kiss. "Such disobedience. You will be punished by him as is right in due time. For now, however, I will begin your discipline." Then grabbed Brigitte by the hair, she kneeled and forced her over one knee. Bringing down as hand, she spanked her across the ass, and Brigitte let out a pleasured cry. "Submit!"
And she continued it. Brigitte cried out again and again in vain. "Sally, stop it! Please!" she begged.
"It will never stop until you submit," said Sally. "Now swear loyalty to the Lich King!" And she struck her again.
"I won't-"gasped Brigitte.
Whitemane continued.
"I can't-"she cried.
A fine strike drove her over the edge. "Yes, fine! I submit!'
"Good," said Whitemane. "Prove your devotion."
Whitemane flung her down, and both their breasts began to bounce. Even as it happened, Whitemane shed her new garments, leaving herself completely naked. As she did, she felt His will coming out of her. Tendrils of dark energy emerged from her clitoris to grab Brigitte and bring her up.
Brigitte was pulled forward into Whitemane's arms. The tendrils penetrated her cunt and ass. Another one came out of Whitemane's mouth and was driven down her throat. Then they were pulled tightly together. Their legs locked as they thrust against one another.
Darkness rose around them, and they were transported to Icecrown.
Brigitte was kissing Whitemane passionately now as they floated toward the throne. Their hands groped each others huge rumps as they were drawn near Master.
Arthas looked on with a smile. "My you ladies have certainly achieved this in record time. You are fine material, Abbendis. But I'll wait to compare you to the others."
"Mmmph!" cried Brigitte, blushing furiously.
Arthas fondled their buttocks as his will raped them into submission. Whitemane looked to him for approval and felt it. She found herself blushing as well. Master, her god, approved. She wanted to be his greatest servant.
And for now, that meant playing with Brigitte. So she brought up her hands and began to grope her, as Brigitte returned the favor.
They were one now. Their sole purpose was to please him.
"Sally Whitemane's lips truly are a pleasurable gag, aren't they?" asked Arthas. "Well, you don't have to worry. You'll be meeting them a lot, alongside the others.
"Now, I have a reward for your efforts."
He sent forth a beam of magic that struck Whitemane in the rump. She moaned as she felt her breasts beginning to grow larger still, even as her rump expanded ever larger.
As it happened, Master thrust into Brigitte's rear, fucking her from behind. At the same time, Whitemane's already enormous chest began to grow. Soon her breasts were going past Brigitte's shoulders. Her lips were poofing up even further. Brigitte was moaning again and again, her tongue becoming more desperate as they made out.
Whitemane felt Arthas grab her enlarge tits, pulling and groping them. The sensation was addicting. Soon enough, Brigitte broke the kiss and let out a pleasured shriek as she came. Arthas came into her as Whitemane's growth ceased.
Whitemane tasted her own red lips with her tongue and felt a delicious cherry taste. She and Brigitte fell apart and landed on the ground, their giant breasts bouncing. Whitemane admired her soon body, as Brigitte arose to her knees and began to suck Arthas off. Her already huge tits had been increased in size immensely, by three times. Her ass was so meaty that she had to keep her back arched painfully. Her long legs had to bend in order to touch the ground. Though she'd no longer have to spread her legs for Master.
She spread them anyway as Master looked down at her with a smile, Brigitte over one shoulder. Whitemane tried to pull herself up despite her heavy bosom and managed to sit up. Her ass was like a chair. "Thank you, Master. But giving you pleasure is all the reward I'll ever... oh…"
Then Arthas leaned down and kissed her. The sense of it was the greatest pleasure she'd ever felt. It was an acknowledgment of her loyalty greater than any other. Reaching up, she grabbed his face and kissed him. Even as she did, he scooped her up to hold her in a bridal fashion.
Whitemane blushed scarlet as she was taken over to his throne. It was like… like they were married. But it was more than that. Her connection to Master was deeper than any marriage. She was bound to him by the very soul and as Brigitte was tossed to the ground. Whitemane found herself turned around gently. Her legs were spread by his will, even as he gripped her ankles and pulled her down onto his huge cock.
The sensation of him inside her was a greater pleasure than anything she had experienced. Anything she ever would experience. The feeling of being bounced up and down, her huge breasts smacking her in the face again and again. Her gigantic rear bouncing alongside her, it was more than she deserved. More than she had ever hoped to have.
A perpetual moan came from her lips as behind her. Brigitte Abbendis opened her eyes and saw Sylvanas Windrunner swooping down toward her. A semblance of defiance came into her as she staggered backward. "No, no!"
But then Sylvanas was on her. The ice-covered elf pressed her lips against Abbendis'. Her arms wrapped around the General's rump. Abbendis drew her face back, but a tendril of dark energy shot from her lips. Another one shot from Sylvanas' and the tendrils met and tied together. Then they pulled together. At the same time, a similar tendril emerged from between their legs. It shot forward to penetrate the other. Pulled together, Abbendis was soon getting into things once more. Her eyes closed as her tongue wrestled with Sylvanas, running her hands over the elf's icy thighs.
And Whitemane felt it. She had brought Abbendis into the glory of her master. Now, she experienced the bliss provided by Arthas. She was also allowed to experience the fruit of her labors. She was seeing through two sets of eyes, even as she leaned forward to kiss Arthas. Her tongue drove into his mouth as her very soul touched with his. She could feel his huge girth thrusting deeper and deeper into her. It was pulsing with an infinite energy.
Whitemane wanted it. She wanted him inside her forever. She wanted him to cum within her, impregnating her with his seed. She wanted, no, had to bear his children. She loved everything about him, his smile, the way he was pulling back her head by the hair. Especially the way he roughed up her breasts and ass.
"That is not the purpose for your existence," said Arthas, rutting her all the harder. "Tell me what your purpose is?"
"I am your slave, Master!" cried Whitemane. "I exist solely and completely to please you! My very being is your plaything! My own desires do not matter! If you wish for me to desire something else, anything else, I will change myself to suit your will!
"But please, make me pregnant if it is your will!"
She could feel massive reserves of his energy welling within her. Waiting, just on the edge. When he willed it, it would burst forth into her to do whatever he desired. He could expand her, shrink her, kill her, or destroy her. Whitemane did not care, but her entire reason for existing was him and him alone.
"You impress me with your devotion, Whitemane," said Arthas, pulling back her hair. "You will be one of my brides, I am certain of that. And you will get what you desire, after a fashion!"
And then he came. And as he came, Sally Whitemane's mind whited out. The greatest orgasm she had ever experienced shot through her. She screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt his icy cold seed shooting through her body into her womb. It would not create a new life, she knew that. But enhance another form of life according to his will. Her life.
As she collapsed backward he pulled out of her, and she landed on the ground, her strength gone. But her gigantic breasts and ass were as firm as ever. Sally Whitemane knew that if he desired her, she would have the energy. She was but his plaything, to do with as he willed, and she loved every moment of the fact.
Her gaze turned to where Brigitte and Sylvanas were being drawn toward Arthas. No doubt he'd have his pleasure with Brigitte, and perhaps Sylvanas. Whitemane felt a surge of scorn for Sylvanas. In another time and place, she could have been his Queen, but she had betrayed Him.
Proudmoore had at least done it because she believed Him not to be himself. That somehow, what he was was a violation of his true nature. Rather than the culmination of Azeroth's history. But Sylvanas had betrayed Him purely for her own wrath. She deserved to be stuck in the ice and stay there for an eternity.
Whitemane rose to her feet and watched as Arthas began to fuck Brigitte ruthlessly. True to Whitemane's prediction, Brigitte had opened her legs willingly. Whitemane was so proud of her.
At the same time, Sylvanas drew back, silently screaming. With no orders given, Sally Whitemane would entertain Master however she could.
Swaying her hips and throwing her white hair behind her head, Whitemane gave Arthas a look. It was a come hither look that said 'fuck me' and even if he didn't see it, it was the principle of the thing. Then she began to dance. As she did, Sylvanas mirrored her every movement. Their impossibly voluptuous bodies jiggled and gyrated for His please alone. It was actually rather fun, for what greater pleasure could there be than to serve the One True King?
They would be dancing for a long, long time. And Whitemane wouldn't have it any other way.
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