WAKMD Chapter 40 – Corruption Siphoned (Patreon)

“It is done,” the ghost of Medivh announced and the room let out an audible sigh of relief. The crowd of demons and mages slumped to the floor, all of them looking at the fruits of their labour. A circular pond, not too much unlike the Kingswell, sat in the middle of the chamber. Unlike the beautiful glowing of Silvermoon’s fond of power, this one had a murky grey colour that swirled like muddy water. Sparks of green swam within, giving it an eerie glow.

All of the power that had seeped into the surrounding landscape when Medivh had been slain and the power of Sargeras within him unleashed was now bound to that water. The ritual had been complicated and strenuous but, with the ample resources that Anduin provided, easily executed. Medivh had already finished the preparation on his end before they got there. Really, organizing the move of hundreds of demons and mages, along with several barrels of Kingswell water had been the real challenge. The mages had drawn the power from the land, the demons had channelled it and the Kingswell water had been the suitable medium to bind it.

The resulting fond of power, Anduin found to exude a vile aura, but the nearby demons were quite fond of it. Alythess and Sacrolash, being around since they had helped with the ritual, even went as far to wash themselves in the waters. Since there was hardly a way they could become anymore corrupt through fel energy, Anduin said nothing.

Medivh didn’t seem to mind either. “The Dusk Pond, will be a fitting name for this,” the passed Guardian of Tirisfal said while stroking his translucent chin.

Anduin looked with interest at the increasing number of demons that approached the water. They giggled happily as they touched it and slid out of what little clothing they may have worn. “Is it possible to utilize this power to the benefit of the Alliance?”

“Under normal circumstances, I would deny any such idea. Fel is far too corrupting to be used for anything truly benevolent,” the ghost chuckled. “With you, however, you might make the impossible work… yes… with how many loyal demons you have around… not to mention those three…” Medivh’s eyes darted from the twins washing each other over to Aclysia. Half demon or not, she was a powerful fel user. “…if it comes to the worst, your power could solve any issues, I am sure of it.”

Anduin nodded. Beyond those he mentioned and himself, he also had the supreme power of Xal’atath and K’ara on demand, not to mention his various subjects. Whatever problem would arrive, he was certain they could deal with it in some way. “Then I will have it arranged that things will be moved.”

“Let that be my worry, High King,” the ghost of Medivh told him. “Leave me my apprentice and his mages and we will make sure the Dusk Pond gets delivered to you safely.”

“How typical of you to work me to the bone when we meet again,” Khadgar chimed in, leaning onto Atiesh. The staff was quite simple for how powerful it was. Just a long wooden shaft with a raven idol at the end of it.

“I left you numerous burdens, this one should be the least of it,” the Guardian of Tirisfal mused.

“Should I stay as well, Master?” Modera asked. She was the last of his harem that accompanied him on this journey. Being an arch mage herself, her presence had been vital.

Looking to Medivh and Khadgar for more information, the two men soon nodded. “All magic power we can get would be appreciated.”

“Then stay, Modera, do your best and I will reward you when you are back in Stormwind,” Anduin promised the auburn-haired slave.

“The only reward I desire is to keep serving you,” the arch mage swooned and then moaned when Anduin slapped her on the ass. For once, they were clothed, causing the sound to be less of a satisfying smack than usual. Given the importance of the ritual, doing it without their enchanted robes would have been foolish in the mages’ case. The demons were all as naked or barely clothed as usual, as they didn’t share the issue.

With his hand on her ass, he pulled her closer and into a deep kiss. Blushing heavily, Modera sighed lustfully. Her hands wandered into her master’s pants and grabbed his hardening cock. Once he was fully erect, he commanded, “On your knees, show me that you will miss me.” Without a moment’s hesitation, Modera dropped, pulling his pants down along the way, and started sucking.

Anduin returned to the conversation as if nothing unusual was going on. Which, by the standards of all of those present, there wasn’t. Khadgar even beckoned one of the succubi that he had married to come closer and give him the same service. With the business concluded, pleasure was the logical next step.

Even Medivh got to experience some action at the hand of an eredar. Demons were rather skilled at interacting with ghosts. All three men continued their conversation easefully, even while their cocks were balls deep inside the throats of willing sex slaves. Despite being demons and despite handling smaller dicks, the succubus and the eredar both were less enduring in how long they could deep throat.

“Duskwood, Deadwind Pass, the Swamp of Sorrows and the Blasted Lands,” Anduin listed, “those areas are now free of corruption, is that correct?”

“More or less,” Medivh answered. “The presence of the Dark Portal will attract demons for a long while more, even with it inactive and the Legion gone. Duskwood has another problem that plagues it. I also have to remind you that Karazhan itself has been cleansed, for as much as it can be.”

Anduin knew that the Blasted Lands would have to suffer from consequences for a while longer and was positively surprised about the news regarding Karazhan. “What is the problem with Duskwood?” he asked, since that was the only area he wasn’t quite certain what was still wrong with it.

“Aside from my own actions have wrought, a different corruption has befallen it. Are you familiar with the Emerald Nightmare?”

Anduin nodded, he was indeed. The Emerald Dream was another layer of reality, on which druids and the Green Dragonflight worked to nourish nature itself. The Emerald Nightmare was a twisted corruption of it, brought into existence by the Old Gods, primarily Yogg’Saron, and ultimately utilized by the Satyr Xavius. He had been defeated during the conflict with Burning Legion, a side battle that had needed to be taken care of at that time. Although that had put an end to the Emerald Nightmare, it had been too recent for nature to have already healed.

“My actions brought undeath and demons to Duskwood, but the Emerald Nightmare was what caused the fauna to go rampant and the trees to grow into their dark, twisted selves. It seeped out of the Dream Portal at the centre of the province. A horrible misfortune for those that lived there that two corruptions would overlap like that,” Medivh sighed. “Both are cured at the root now, but while I could fully atone, the nightmare still sticks around in pockets and will need to be cleansed instance for instance.”

“…I suppose I could ask Malfurion…” Anduin unwillingly mumbled. Using the cucked Arch Druid always felt gross. The man had no self-respect and hadn’t moved on despite being someone of power that would have had an incredibly easy time building his harem. It was to the High King’s benefit that he served without issue, but it was still gross.

Khadgar shared that opinion and cleared his throat. “May I suggest that you first head over to the Dream Portal in Duskwood yourself? I’m sure there are more… stable individuals there whose help you can enlist. Given the amount of new life your actions have caused, I am sure the Green Dragonflight will be happy to talk to you, Anduin.”

“A good idea,” the High King agreed and so did Medivh. Out of precaution, he asked, “The Emerald Dream does not twist time in any way, does it? I must be back in Stormwind within the week.” Neither of the arch mages knew anything about such a phenomenon, which put Anduin at ease. “I will leave soon then, Aclysia, I want you to get the demons ready.”

“Yes, Master,” Aclysia answered in a clear voice, even if her envious eyes were focused on the slutty Modera, choking on his cock. Obeying his orders, he walked away, swinging her round ass seductively as she went. Her tail curved in the air, only emphasizing the motions. Anduin would give her the attention she craved later.

“Alythess, Sacrolash!” he called out to the red and the purple demons. They perked up and turned his way, stopping in their effort to clean each other. “Come here and help me say goodbye to Modera.”

“”Of course, our perfect Master,”” the answered in unison and left the Dusk Pond.

“I will see you Stormwind then, Khadgar. Goodbye, Medivh,” Anduin said his farewells to the two mages, who answered in kind. Then the High King took Modera by the hair and gently dragged her over to a remote corner. Given Karazhan’s labyrinthine design, they didn’t have to search for long. Just past one corner was one of the unnecessarily many bedrooms. Although there were cobwebs in the corner, the surfaces were all clean and the bed looked freshly made. Anduin knew better than to question the contradictions of this place. “I hope you’re not done sucking my cock yet, slave,” he said while tossing Modera onto the bed.

Positioning her so her neck extended over the edge of the foot end of the mattress, the High King rested his cock on her eagerly waiting face. “I could never be, Master,” Modera panted, kissing the base of his shaft and his balls. She would have gotten right back to sucking him, but her master had put her in this position for a reason. Moving without his expressed order was a no go, so she could only lay there and worship what her mouth could reach.

Anduin was busy kneading Modera’s decently large tits, when the eredar twins pressed their slightly smaller ones against him.

“What will you have us do, Master?” Sacrolash wanted to know.

“How we may be of service?” Alythess added.

“I already gave you your orders, make our goodbye memorable,” Anduin repeated and the twins nodded in unison. Simultaneously placing a kiss on each side of his cheeks, the two sexy demons climbed onto the bed. They crawled up to Modera’s smooth, pale legs, let their hands slide over her flat stomach, up the inside of her thighs and parted them with symmetric movements. They extended their tongues, unnaturally long and pointy, as they bowed down to the arch mage’s honeypot.

Alythess and Sacrolash exchanged a sloppy kiss, while both invading Modera’s cunt. Their tongues intertwined for some stretches, but otherwise moved on their own. They went in deep. The slithering pleasure was unusual, but Modera felt no dislike for it. Too expertly did the demonic tongues tickle her sensitive spots.

While enjoying the high-pitched moans of the arch mage in the worshipping kisses of his sex slave, Anduin was presented with a wonderful sight. Aside from the sloppy kiss between the demons, he was also greeted with their round asses. Stretched up to him, short tails raised and hooves going just over the edge of the bed, he was presented the complete package of smooth cheeks, juicy thighs and glistening pussies. Between them, just a bit lower, were Modera’s tits, which he was still kneading. All was in easy reach to play with.

“Gather your breath,” Anduin commanded, as he pulled his hips back. He didn’t even have to look or use his hands to align his cock with Modera’s lips. Too eagerly did she open her mouth, guiding the tip of his cock with her tongue. “I will count to six,” Anduin announced, while sliding into Modera’s throat, “once I reach the last number, you will all cum.”

“”Yessh, Mashtah,” the twins answered past their extended tongues and vibrations that fit those syllables reverberated in his cock.

Anduin groaned, once he was fully inside. He stayed still for a moment, enjoyed the quivering of her throat around him. Face fucking her in this position allowed him to get so deep into her that his balls rested against her nose. His cock created a visible bulge, showing exactly how much he filled her.

“One,” he started counting, underlining the word with a sharp slap to Alythess’ red ass. Moaning and gasping from pleasure and pain, the eredar went rigid for one moment. “Two,” he raised his other hand and this time spanked Sacrolash. Her shout was slightly more intense. Each number came with a burst of pleasure, as the order of the High King was fulfilled step by step. “Three,” back to Alythess. Anduin only heard her renewed lust, his eyes were focused on Modera. The bulge in her throat moved back and forth as he penetrated it repeatedly. “Four.” Sacrolash again. Her tail curved in the air as she wrestled with her ecstasy. She didn’t want to orgasm before she had been ordered to. “Five,” Anduin groaned in unison with Alythess’ spanking-induced scream, picking up the pace of his thrusts. He was close himself. “Six!” he exclaimed, his hand slamming down on the blue butt of Sacrolash one more time.

His hands rested on both asses; his groin pressed against Modera’s face. Screams filled the room as cunts gushed and seed pumped into the auburn-haired arch mage’s stomach. Groping the magnificent butts, Anduin’s hands were held in place by the possessively winding tails of the twins. Modera’s lips sealed as tightly as they could around his massive shaft.

The command caused Alythess and Sacrolash to orgasm along with them, but their climaxes were weak compared to Modera’s. With the two tongues still working her pussy, her master’s cock burrowed in her throat and being stuffed with his cum, the arch mage ecstatically squirted all over the clean bed. Asphyxiation and the glory of having been used as a cumdump only heightened the experience, leaving her dizzy minded and thankful for each time Anduin’s cock tensed inside her throat. Another wave of seed filled her insides and prolonged her bliss.

Anduin slowly pulled back, as his orgasm weakened, leaving the last few dribbles of cum smeared inside her mouth. Once he was out, Modera swallowed intensely. Only when the last of her master’s seed was inside her stomach, did she oblige her burning lungs and inhaled sharply. After just a few seconds, she was willing to return to worshipping his balls, but he had pulled out of reach.

“Good girls,” he complimented the three of them and got love filled gazes in return. “Modera, turn around, ass up,” he then gave his instruction. “Get shoulder to shoulder with your fellow sluts.”

“Yes, Master,” Modera responded adoringly and quickly did as he commanded. The twins pussy eating kiss turned into a simple three-way kiss, when Modera’s ass got in line with the other two. Anduin let them enjoy it for just a few seconds, then he grabbed the arch mage by the waist. Dark energies filled the room and manifested into a set of tentacles around the bed, while the perfect master aligned his cock with the eagerly waiting pussy.

He slammed in and immediately love juices gushed against his groin. Tentacles penetrated Alythess and Sacrolash at the exact same time. The three-way kiss broke, when all three slaves howled towards the ceiling with an ecstatic look on their face. They were soon beset by more tentacles, filling their open mouths and wrapping around their tits. While specialized heads sucked on hard nipples and teased the sensitive crowns of the squishy chests with tiny tendrils, Anduin started to move.

The bed creaked under the intense impact of the High King’s thrusts. Squelching sounds and muffled moans echoed through the room. There was a sharp undertone, whenever Anduin decided to take a hand off Modera and reward one of the eredar twins with another slap to their deliciously round rumps. The pace was absolutely merciless, all three slaves were in a constant state of orgasm, while Anduin just kept going.

Pussies were clamped tightly around his cock and penetrating tentacles. Greedily the slaves sucked on the tendrils slithering in and out of their throats. Quivering, they just barely managed to maintain their doggystyle positions. Gleefully, they swung their asses back and forth in unison with Anduin’s movements.

The High King felt his orgasm build up. There was no need to announce it. His submissive slaves felt the incoming spilling of seed in the way their master moved and in the pulsing of his cock and tentacles. They doubled their eager motions, the slurping on the deepthroating tentacles grew louder, the slaps of flesh against flesh more intense.

With one more deep thrust, Anduin penetrated all women deeply and unloaded. Cum splattered into wombs, always eager for more of his baby batter, and was swallowed by mouths craving for his taste. Once more, his tensed hands clawed into the butts of the demons and once more, their tails wrapped around his wrist, while he pressed his groin against Modera. The sheets were soiled by repeated squirts of pussy juice from all three of them. A mixture of saliva and cum dribbled past their lips, as they shouted their ecstasy out as best they could.

Anduin soon felt his orgasm subside and once more started to move. “I will give you enough satisfaction to last until you return to me, Modera,” he announced. To give them a moment the breathe, he kept his thrusts shallow and pulled the tentacles from their throats.

“Thank you, Master,” the arch mage panted, as an aftershock rippled through her.

The High King carved pleasure into every part of her before he left.