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The Arrangement

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Lor’Themar worked tirelessly from the command tent, trying to mobilize his forces and prepare what ships he could spare. The report had only come in that morning about the Alliance fleet making landfall near the northern edge of Tirisfal Glades, and without reinforcements, the Undercity would surely fall.

“This is madness.” He yelled, “Once they are done sacking that hell-hole, we will be next!” he spoke through gritted teeth, throwing the report down to the floor. As it hit the ground, a sudden flash overwhelmed Lor’Themar. He blinked, trying to refocus his vision into the dark room ahead of him. As the haze began to lift, a familiar woman now stood before him.
“Greetings, Lor’Themar.”

“Proudmoore…” he snarled, taking his sword by the hilt, “If you have come to spirit me away to some prison, I won’t go without a fight.”
Jaina clenched her fist around her staff, “No, I came here for a favor.”

Lor’Themar loosened his hilt, shock turning to curiosity, “A favor?”

Jaina leaned onto the table, making sure to put her staff far enough away to put the elf at ease. “As you likely know, Anduin has begun the siege of the Undercity. I knew you would prepare reinforcements. I want you to stop. Stay here in Quel’Thalas, and let that stinking wretch fall.”

Lor’Themar laughed, “Are you serious?”. Jaina shook her head, “I wouldn’t be here, putting myself at risk, if I wasn’t.”

“You ask me to commit treason.” Lor’Themar scolded, shifting his weight back to his chair, “Coming from you of all people, the one that imprisoned the Sunreavers for giving aid to the Horde. How hypocritical…”

Jaina sighed, “I promise that if you do this for me, the Alliance will not invade Silvermoon. We will leave you alone.”

Lor’Themar rubbed his chin before narrowing his eyes on the arch-mage, “A promise is meaningless. Leave this place, or try to attack me, I have too much work to do for these distractions.” Lor’Themar replied with a bitter annoyance.

Jaina grew frustrated, but as she began to lift her staff and prepare to flee, another idea crossed her mind. Though it pained her to consider it, she decided to attempt one more gambit.

“Tell me, Lor’Themar, how do you feel living in the shadow of Prince Kael’thas?” the arch-mage said boldly, the elf once again looking up from his maps with great annoyance, “How dare you…”
Lor’Themar once again reached for his blade, but Jaina continued, “What if I offer something Kael’thas always desired, something he ached for daily, but that was denied to him? You would have a taste of something that even your fallen prince never had.”

Lor’Themar raised a brow, “Go on.”

Jaina hesitated, “I speak, of course, of myself.”

Lor’Themar once again narrowed his gaze. He had heard rumors of the former quel’dorei prince and his utter infatuation with the human mage, back when she was but an apprentice. “Are you offering…” he began to ask, before hesitating himself. Jaina nodded, “Just… this once.”

Lor’Themar thought it over, a smile crossing his face, “How interesting. So my people get left off the kill list, and I get a night with Kael’s former crush? I might be willing to hit a few… unforseen snags in my preparation.”

Jaina winced, “How long will this give me?” she said sheepishly. Lor’Themar laughed, “For as long as you can keep me entertained this night.”
Jaina had a great urge to back out of the deal, but she knew it was the only way to assure the High King’s victory. “So be it.”

Lor’Themar nodded, before moving to the other side of the table and coming up close to the arch-mage. With a quick grab, he took her staff and threw it to the ground, before grabbing her by the hips and throwing her upon his command table. She looked away from him as he began to unbuckle her corset, “Take as long as you want, but please, don’t tell anyone…”

With another laugh, the elven ranger thought to himself, “Oh, Aethas is going to get a real kick out of this…”

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.”

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