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Stirrings in Lordaeron	By : cmaopep84 Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 15982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: All characters, names, places etc. are from Warcraft and are the property of Blizzard, I am merely borrowing them for non-profit use.

Chapter List
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A/N: Reviews make me happy; thank you all. A slightly shorter chapter but plenty of smut so I doubt there will be any complaints...

“Oh yes! Fuck me! Oh Light yes!”
The female Cultist rode Arthas' cock exuberantly, her head thrown back, her cries passionate and forceful.
Her body was mostly bony with hair cropped short, lips that were too large and a jaw that was too square... but the magnificent large, supple tits that bounced in the Prince's face were enough for him to ignore the rest. Pulling her down he buried his face between them, sucking and licking, hands pushing the flesh together on either side.
With Jaina gone and Arthas tiring of Sylvanas' constant brooding, he had been inclined to turn to receiving his pleasure elsewhere. There wasn't a woman, or some men, amongst his acolytes that wouldn't have been honored to share his bed, more than willing to see to his every desire. But he had begun to find that his tastes were becoming more... selective, and the rabble that was his army were not an especially appealing bunch.
“Ohhhh, yes...” she groaned, grinding her pussy into his pelvis.
Around them, the sounds of the other Cultists fucking could be heard through the relatively thin walls of the inn they had stopped at. Arthas had grown weary of his carriage's confines, longing for a bed as the army rolled its way towards Alterac.
He pulled a sizable nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Hands grabbed ahold of the woman's ass, stopping her motions so he could assume control and ram his prick up into her hole repeatedly.
Her face contorted, lips curling and eyes wild, unrestrained in its rapture.
Arthas grunted and groaned and slammed into her, trying to create as much sensation as possible. His dick wept and throbbed as they had been at it for nearly an hour, and he was no closer to achieving his orgasm. He was nearly ready to throttle the bitch and hurl her from her the room though the fault wasn't really hers... one wold be hard-pressed to find a more enthusiastic partner.
Opening his eyes, the Prince sneered. Light, was she ugly though.
Their fucking went on at a frantic pace, the Cultist writhing and twitching and practically screaming as her Master's huge cock filled her cunt over and over. In a hasty moment, she leaned forward and tried to kiss him.
Before her mouth touched his, a white hand shot up and wrapped its long digits around her sinewy throat. His eyes blazed, but she mistook his actions and smiled down at the man, licking her lips seductively.
“Yeeess... choke me. Oh fuck yes...” she rasped out, and Arthas was a mite surprised when his cock jumped in response.
No, not surprised really. The thought brought him back to Sylvanas, when she was still alive. That wonderful instance when he had taken hold of her scrawny neck and squeezed, sliding the knife between her ribs and watching the light fade from her helpless eyes.
Arthas exhaled heavily at the memory and the woman took it as a positive response and started bouncing her hips onto his hardened member.
It had been amazing, to crush the very essence from a body with his bare hands. And ho, how easy it would be...
He could reach up right then, envelop her neck between both massive hands. She wouldn't be worried, she was exciting her Master oh so very much. He could constrict, increasing the pressure, fucking harder all the while until her expression changed into one of mild concern. Her Master seemed to be choking a little too hard, he hadn't let her breathe in a while, his fingers were wrapped so tightly...
Soon the struggle would begin but no! he was far too strong. Smaller fingers would pry worthlessly, eyebrows would be knit together in fear. Oh Light the rush, prick invading the ravaged pussy endlessly as her ugly brown eyes welled up with tears... until that final, heavenly moment. Limbs would slacken, mouth hanging open lewdly, and her soul departing her body. He had stolen the very life and Light was it heady!
Arthas' head fell back against the pillow as he roared, spurting cum into the bitch's cunt. Waves of tension were released as his cock jerked and spasmed streams of sticky essence. Hearing her Master come so hard sent the Cultist into convulsions as her own orgasm hit at last. He pumped and pumped, not seeing her, only seeing emptiness in shallow glassy pools, life force fading...
She was still in the throes of pleasure when she was tossed off rudely. Whimpering, she quickly rubbed her clit, trying to elongate the sensations. Breath coming in short, little gasps, the woman rolled over and began to lick the juices from Arthas' cock.
“Mmm, oh Master, you taste so delicious. Perhaps later we could...”
“Get out.” He ordered coldly.
After the briefest moment of hesitations, she grabbed her robe from the floor and sprinted naked from the room.
The Prince threw his arm across his eyes, blocking out the world.
A demonic invasion... so everything he had gained and wrought was for the benefit of the Nathrezim. How could that be? The Scourge was such a finely working machine: efficient, destructive, obedient... to use it merely as a tool for enslaving the remainder of Azeroth was... was... insanity!
Though Kel'Thuzad seemed to believe that there were stirrings beneath the surface... but perhaps he was just another well-placed and clever pawn that Arthas was foolish enough to confide in at all.
It didn't make sense... why would the demons have created something so powerful as the Lich King for a task completable by far simpler means? The Lich King was ever-reaching, the chill of his hold extending across the world... and he was creative in his uses of knowledge and technology, not merely destroying all refuse that stood in his path. Allowing humans to follow him and use their blind zealotry against those that opposed him? Ingenious. What purpose would it serve to utilize the strengths of a force that could rightly rival those that sought to control him in power?
A wave of cold passed through him, a chill up his spine and a sharp stab in his brain made him start up from the bed.
Arthas hissed, his palm against his forehead. The Master reached out to him, brushed over the mind; images and thoughts rushed freely.
“What...!” the Prince stammered, sensation flooding his brain. The hidden strength, the unseen plans, the power...
He glimpsed what it was to be the Lich King, the entity spawned from the shaman Nerzhul as a slave for the Nathrezim. He saw what it was to have that kind of control over hundreds... thousands of minions with a mere thought, exerting control over nations with the effort it took Arthas to keep Sylvanas bound at his side. All this and more, so much more, filled his head. And with it, that final and decisive realization...
Kil'jaeden hadn't the faintest idea how powerful the entity he'd created had become.
All the visions were sucked out and Arthas drew in a deep breath as he snapped upright.
If Kil'jaeden did not know... then the dreadlords certainly did not either. Those that thought to use the Lich King as a tool were being manipulated as they sought to manipulate him. They hadn't the vaguest idea how much energy had been imbued into the chosen death knight champion, or into Frostmourne, the blade flung from that icy prison in Icecrown. Now this was simply wonderful.
Arthas crossed the room to the blade. He needed to hold it. He ran his hands down the scabbard, fingering the markings, looking lovingly across the ornate hilt. This sword had already slain hundreds... he had woven a tapestry through his former lover's mind and made her his slave... he had risen the dead from their not so eternal slumber... Oh to imagine what more could be done with it when... when...
A mighty grin spread across the Prince's face. He felt... reinvigorated. The Lich King's power coursed through him. He felt more 'alive' than he had in days and the troubles that had been plaguing him – of losing control, of the seeming imminent betrayal from all sides – dissipated.
Arthas breathed in raggedly through his nose, feeling a familiar tingling in his groin. The sounds of fucking in the other rooms returned in full, exciting the Prince to find more companionship. He mentally gagged at the thought of using the big-titted slut again and strode from his room, breathing heavily.
Strutting nude from door to door, Arthas watched the various sexual escapades eagerly, growing more aroused by the moment. He delighted in the fact that he could have his pick of whatever and whomever he liked, thoroughly enjoying the process of watching them all in the act. Their gazes turned to him briefly as he observed, bowing their heads in obedience and reverence, hoping their King liked what he saw.
Their obsequious behavior only made him feel more powerful. His cock jerked on its own.
Stopping at an ajar door, Arthas pushed it open and watched a woman enthusiastically sucking off a man laying spread eagle on the bed. She was a bit stocky but had a nice, round ass sticking prominently in the air as she worked over the man's dick.
Letting her lips slide languidly off the member in her hand, she looked over at her pallid Master whose muscular frame filled the doorway. She smiled at him devilishly, a string of saliva dripping from her pink mouth to the head of the hard cock. Her eyes were rimmed heavily in black and they captivated him. The woman resumed her activities, her dark orbs fixed on Arthas the whole time.
The Prince's hand found its way to his prick to begin coaxing it back to hardness. It only took a moment, transfixed on the female Cultist's lips bobbing expertly over the erect flesh. It glistened from her ministrations and the man on the bed groaned loudly when she popped it out of her mouth and began slapping the head against her tongue. She ran the tip across her lips, still watching her Master, lapping and kissing which made her plaything grab hold of the sheets and bury his head back further into the pillows.
Arthas' hand was flying across his cock now, his other steadying himself against the door's frame as he jerked himself off. His mouth was open with erratic breathing, his brow knit with the pressure building in his throbbing dick.
When the woman's eyes wandered from her Master's face down to his large manhood, he couldn't wait any longer. He strode across the room and sighed appreciatively as she spread her legs apart, presenting her wet pussy to him.
Holding himself at the base, Arthas pushed his prick inside swiftly, the moistness and heat enveloping him. He groaned as the woman did simultaneously which made the man on the bed suddenly look up, startled.
But Arthas wasn't looking at him, he was staring intently at the woman's round behind, grabbing her hips and thrusting into her cunt with his newfound vigor. The female Cultist gasped and renewed sucking, her hands massaging the man's balls and her mouth closed tight. He soon forgot about the sudden intrusion and all three were moaning in unison.
The woman's groans sent reverberations through the man's dick who was becoming more insistent. He laced his fingers through her hair and tugged.
Arthas closed his eyes and savored all the delicious flavors of their fucking. The damp warmth, the soft give of her pussy, the malleable flesh beneath his hands... all designed to bring him greater satisfaction. His cock entered over and over again, slick and engorged and aching once more.
This was what he loved. To dominate, to be in control, to show them all in the most base way possible that HE was the one to be submitted to. One to be feared, and respected and served.
Gods, and pleasured, he thought, white hair wildly clinging to his face. The Prince's muscles strained and tensed. He felt a trickle of sweat run down between his shoulders, settling in the small of his back. He wanted to blow his load soon but he forced himself to slow and wait, delaying his high as he watched the other two.
The man was forcing the woman's head down on his prick now, ramming it up into her mouth as he gasped for air.
“Oh yeah, suck it, bitch. Take it...!” His breath caught and it seemed the room was dead silent for a moment before he cried out and came down her throat, shaking and rolling his hips as his cum spurted.
The woman coughed and the cock slid from her lips, bobbing and sticky, her mouth smeared with juices. She turned to look at Arthas, her face crinkled with longing, the black make-up around her eyes hopelessly messy.
She looked pathetic, and Arthas' hips darted forward involuntarily at the sight. He grabbed her waist and fucked, slamming into her again and again, lost in the wave of feeling spiraling out from his core.
Everything around seemed to stop, save the Prince's frantic pumping, the woman pushing her body back to meet his thrusts. Her cries reached a feverish pitch and Arthas felt himself nearing his completion.
He growled and grunted like an animal, savage and rutting with no care other than his imminent pleasure. His cock threatened to burst, and right at the last moment, he changed his mind and pulled out.
“Turn around!” Arthas half stammered, half demanded, squeezing himself roughly.
The female Cultist heard the severity and urgency of his tone and scrambled around on the bed to quickly put her head in front of her Master's weeping dick.
He looked down at her face, stroking himself rapidly. Her eyes were tearing from sucking the man's cock, fingers desperately rubbing her clit, her mouth open and waiting...
Arthas started to come without even realizing it was happening.
“Yes... yes...” he cried, jerking himself off all over her face. Cum splattered in her mouth, eyes and hair. He blissfully mumbled incoherent things as he continued to shoot his load for a long time, entranced with the way his essence looked coating the woman's delicate features.
She whimpered and threw her head back as she found her own climax. Arthas pushed the head of his cock into her mouth and she sucked it clean while she came. After a moment she released the head and began running her tongue up and down his length, letting no moisture escape.
Finally, his breathing slowed and the rapture slowly passed. The Prince's member sank at last, satiated.
With only a smirk and a condescending pat on the woman's head, Arthas departed the room and returned to his quarters.
She murmured, cum still pasting her face, quivering with delight as he had known she would. Fanaticism will do that.
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