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Test of Loyalty

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The air was thick and humid deep under the heart of Highmountain. Gul’dan smiled as he stood near what was once sacred pools, now casting a dark and demonic aura, corrupted by the demonic blood he had poured in. All that stood left was a stone altar of unknown age, likely used for offerings or other rituals.

“They are here.” Came a voice from his side, the elven warden Cordana Felsong taking a defensive stance. “Good, I grew tired of waiting…” Gul’dan whispered, turning to see the chieftain of the Bloodtotem, Torok, and his most elite braves barreling down upon them.
“You demon filth! You have corrupted our sanctuary!” he cried as he leapt up, spear at the ready to pierce the warlocks twisted heart. With a clang, his attack was defected by Cordana’s massive glaive, sending him flying into the walls behind them.

As the rest charged at him, Gul’dan didn’t even flinch, Cordana making sure none even got so close as to touch him. With grace and speed she slashed through flesh and bone, severed head and shoulder, and before long only one brave remained, his battle roar shaking the very caverns above.

“Make sure this one dies slowly.” Gul’dan commanded with a frail yawn.

Cordana nodded as she leapt into the charging brute head on. He dived forward with incredible might and took the warden off guard, forcing her to arch back and flip from the ground as the braves axe grazed her armor. Now on the exposed side, Cordana threw her glaive with such force and precision that it landed hard into her enemies back.

Gul’dan scowled as the brave slumped over, “You did make sure to avoid his most vital organs?” he questions. Cordana nodded, “Of course, master.”

“Mellok!” came a cry from the sides, Torok trying his best to lift himself back to his feet. “You will pay for killing my son!” he bellowed as he ran towards the now exposed warlock. With a thrust of his spear, he saw victory in his grasp, but the warlock only chuckled as the spear harmlessly broke upon his demonic shield.

With a wave of his hand, Gul’dan ensnared the great chieftain with his magic, forcing him to the ground once more. “So quick to judge, Torok. We didn’t come here to fight.” he said with a sinister scowl, “In fact, I believe we can help each other.”

Torok spit at the warlock, his arms aching from the fel tendrils that burned his skin, “I would never help someone like you!”
Gul’dan smiled, “Not even if I can save your son?”

Torok’s face turned to shock, he looked over at Mellok, still rolling in pain on the floor as blood seeped out of his gaping back wound. Gul’dan moved in closer to the chieftain with his dark grimace, “We don’t have to be enemies, Torok, I know your tribe values strength above everything else, and with the powers of the Legion, none will be able to stop you.”
Torok took no time to consider it, “Save my son, and we have reached an accord. I don’t care how many souls I must sell.” Gul’dan was surprised with the ease the tauren had turned, “Very well. Cordana, please heal our new friend…”

Cordana nodded as she walked up, grabbing Mellok by the horn and dragging him with great strength over to the corrupted pools. She took his head and shoved it into the twisting waters, his limbs squirming as he tried to breath in the foul liquid. “We had a deal!” Torok yelled in fear and frustration as he watched his son start to drown.

“Enough, Cordana.” Gul’dan commanded, the warden hesitating before pulling Mellok back up, his lungs coughing up the green waters. As he struggled for breath, he started to scream, his horns violently contorting, his body growing twisted claws and fangs as sharp as razors. His wound, once fatal, began to heal with intense speed, and it was not long before the tauren stood reborn as a twisted and demonic beast. Torok stood silent as he peered at his only child’s recovery, before kneeling in front of Gul’dan, “My people will be yours… as soon as you pay my son back with some form of atonement.”

Gul’dan’s smile left his face, “Oh, and what would he want?”

I want her dead…” Mellok whispered, trying to catch his breath as his enraged visage stared intently at Cordana. Gul’dan chuckled, “I am afraid death is out of the question, as is maiming or crippling, but there are other ways you can… humiliate her.”

Mellok knew what the warlock insinuated, and smiled, his sharp teeth grinding in anticipation.

Cordana’s head turned sharply as she looked to her master, “What!?” she cried, “You would… hand me off to these beasts for…!?” Gul’dan smiled, “Only temporary, my dear.” Cordana shifted, her green eyes flaring with anger, “I sold my sisters out for you! I handed you all you ever wanted!” she pleaded, ” I gave up everything! You can’t…”
“Lies” Gul’dan scowled as he walked toward his servant, “You wanted them dead. You hated them. It was how I turned you. Do you not remember? That biting anger that consumed your heart over all those long years, forced to serve in the darkness of that prison.”

Cordana stood silent, her breath becoming heavy as the warlock got closer. “I… but these beasts…”

Gul’dan shifted as if in a blink, and was now standing in front of Cordana as she dropped her glaive, “You did everything you wanted, and thus how can I trust your loyalty? No… now you will do something that makes your skin crawl, that makes your heart ache, and your very soul burn.”

Cordana felt a biting sense in her mind, as if the warlock was now speaking from inside her, “Prove your loyalty…”

“Y… yes master… I will do as you command” she whispered weakly as she felt the strong revitalized arms of Mellok take her from behind, ripping off her armor piece by piece. At first she struggled for but a moment, but soon her will returned to her masters commands, “Do what you will, beast. I will prove my loyalty to the cause.”

Gul’dan turned his gaze to the chieftain, who himself looked on with a grim satisfaction, “Now, Torok, let us take this water, and join your tribe. Shall we?”

As they left, Gul’dan heard a scream from behind as Cordana took in the tauren’s massive cock deep and hard, he yelled down back into the caverns one final time, “You get nine hours, enjoy them well.”

Fel Friday! Secrets of Highmountain

Story written by patron Secret Name (AKA Fanatisk)

Jale Rivermane descended into the Bloodtotem caverns to meet with the Chieftain himself. Torok stood there alone with his back turned to her, his hands grasping a cup. “Earth Mother watch over you, Torok.” At the sound of her greeting he turned, his face carrying an amused but grim expression. “So you came. Finally.” Jale only shook her head. “This moisture makes my joints hurt; make it snappy.”

Torok offered her a humorless smile. “So I shall.” He put the cup down, bright green liquid oozing out. “The Bloodtotem are done dying for the sake of others. We will not act as a shield for the weak and cowardly.” His eyes were lit with an inner flame when they locked gazes. “The Rivermane are nothing but a burden, and so is the rest of Highmountain. Your incompetence as a leader of your tribe is there for all to see.”

The Rivermane Chieftain frowned. “Back in my day, we showed respect for our Elders.” There was a feeling of unease spreading throughout her limbs, but Jale was determined not to show it. “Your days are over.” Torok rumbled, taking a step forward. “The days of listening to prattling has-beens are over.” Another step, and he stood only a few inches from her. “Is there no end to your disrespect today?” Jale was forced to look up at the towering bull, but would not budge from her spot.

Torok went on. “I’ve dreamt of this day, old fool. How many times haven’t I wanted to see the surprised look on your face when I finally shut you up with cock down your throat?” For the first time, Jale was at a loss for words. Had she heard that right? She couldn’t possibly have. “Speak up! My ears aren’t what they used to be.”

Suddenly a massive hand darted up to seize one of her breasts, Toroks thick fingers digging into the leather and flesh beneath. “But these are, hag. As fat and bountiful as in the days of your prime.” His other hand closed around her throat. “Hhsss…sshh…!” Jale wheezed, panicking as Torok lifted her off her feet and slammed the helpless female into the cavern wall.

With bulging eyes and tongue lolling out, the pale tauren trashed and kicked in his iron grip.  “Yes, that’s the look…!” Torok growled, mauling her tit. “I’m not going to kill you. In fact, I’m going to let you go…” The words hung in the air. “After I’ve raped you.” The hand he’d used to grope her udder slid down her robes and hiked them up, digging in between her muscular thighs to cup her fur-clad cunt. One thick digit slid up and down along her meaty opening while he reveled in the sight of the horror on her face.

“I will burn this into your memory.” He seemed to be transforming, growing more like the demons in appearance for every second, fel fire licking the edges of his enormous horns. “So that when you crawl all the way back to your village with your snatch drooling my seed, having to beg for aid from outsiders, you will remember this moment. When you were too weak to stop me from making you my cow.”

Jale was on the verge of blacking out from want of air, but Torok kept her on the edge of consciousness by letting in just enough. “Just as you all will be too weak to stop the Legion.”  He leant in, growling in her ear. “I’m going fuck you so hard you’ll think you’re a heifer again.” Torok crushed Jale between himself and the wall. “I’m going to give your old joints something to really hurt over.”

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