WAKMD Chapter 41 – The Dream Slave (Patreon)

The wagon bounced over the unsteady pavement of Duskwood’s roads. After having ridden a gryphon to Darkshire, he had quickly related the good news. The local people had been quite nervous when everything suddenly felt less gloomy and hostile. Thanks to years of being harassed by giant spiders, undead and worgen, they had understandably become wary of anything that felt like a lull. When the High King himself assured that the majority of corruption had been siphoned from the land, they had broken out in a celebratory orgy.

With a cynical touch or not, Stormwind culture had seeped even into this corner of the human’s territories. They couldn’t quite celebrate under the open sky, the Summerwind circle didn’t reach this far, but they had fun regardless. The nobleman in charge of the village asked where Anduin was headed now and offered him his carriage when the High King had given a very basic answer.

Anduin had accepted the offer. Although a gryphon would have been much faster, all of Duskwood looked virtually the same from above. Dark green, greyish leaves formed a carpet that stretched out for dozens of kilometres. Even if Anduin was successful in localizing the part of Duskwood he was seeking, the gryphon would have been unable to cut through the thick canopies. Going on foot was much better. A carriage would make part of that journey a little more pleasant.

Looking out of the window, Anduin watched the changes already observable in the surrounding. The occasional ghoul and other ghastly creature continued to stalk through the forest, but they had lost the comfort with which they had operated before. Without the dark powers steeping their surroundings, they no longer felt home in these surroundings. The twilight between the trees was no longer a cover for their skittering steps and the fel magic no longer nourished their existence. It would take a while to exterminate all of the after effects of the corruption, but the land itself was clean now. Anduin looked to his lap.

Aclysia’s head bounced on Anduin’s hard and pulsing cock. After she, Xal’atath, K’ara, Alythess and Sacrolash had taken their turns riding him, she was elated to be the one to clean him up. The blowjob slut had been quite needy to have him in her throat. Thanks to her succubus attributes and her master’s vigorous training, she was absolutely addicted to sucking him off. When the High King gave her this reward for patiently organizing things while he gave Modera her parting gift, she had been elated.

Her blowjob was of unparalleled fervour. She gyrated her head on her way down. Her lips were sealed tightly around his shaft. When she pulled back up, they erotically clung to him. Hollowed cheeks and stretched lips made for a perfect blowjob face, especially combined with her rolled up eyes. Saliva, pussy juices, pre and proper cum all stuck to the area around her lips and Anduin’s groin. Whenever she greedily deepthroated him, strands of the gooey mixture connected her lips and face to him.

At some times, her motions were a blur of ecstasy. At others, she was slow, methodical and adoring in her approach. She only ever used her mouth, keeping her hands behind her back and her chest stretched out for maximum viewing pleasure. Even though she sometimes only had the very tip of his dick in her mouth, Aclysia never accidentally let go of him. Her mind was drowned between the multiple orgasms that serving him like this brought her. Her instincts alone were enough to give the best blowjob a sex slave could give. She was made for this, trained for this and craved this. Sliding up his shaft, she felt the telling quiver.

Anduin started filling her with another load. There were already several in her pussy and stomach. Even as she squirted and screamed from the taste of his seed, Aclysia continued to suck him off. Her motions were less erratic, but she regardless continued to slide up and down and massage him with his tongue. His cum pumped into her mouth and directly down her throat. Only when his orgasm started to cease, did she come to a slow halt.

Demonic tongue coiling around his shaft and lips sealed tightly, she sucked him clean on her way to the top. A few more gulps and a loud pop later, his cock was exposed to the air. “Thank you for your cum, Master,” the blowjob addict gasped, breathing in his intense scent. Not to leave the High King pleasureless for even a moment, she wrapped her slender fingers around it. It only took two pumps for them to become lubricated with new pre-cum.

“You may continue,” Anduin stated with a graceful smile. The other four women around let out a series of jealous sighs. Xal’atath and K’ara were curved against him, pressing their large breasts against his sides. Their complaints were immediately replaced by moans, as Anduin’s fingers curved inside their tight cunts. Alythess and Sacrolash, laying across the other two slaves’ laps, exorcised their frustrations by repeatedly kissing the High King’s abs.

“I love you, Anduin,” Aclysia swooned and wrapped her lips around the swollen head of her master’s dick again. With moans and wet, slurping sounds, she slid up and down his shaft a few times. She was rolling his heavy balls inside her left hand, gently adding to the worship. Her mood was a lot more heated now, her demon blood boiling with submissive love. With his cock just in front of her lips, she asked, “Master, may I touch myself?”

“You may,” Anduin allowed, enjoying the long moan that reverberated in his cock when she went back down.

Kneeling on the floor, Aclysia softly rubbed her pussy. The smooth, puffed up meat of her pale mound was decorated only by the marks of submission she loved so much to see on herself. Circling her clit, the white-haired sex slave slightly raised her hips. Her fat, round ass stretched along with her every serving motion, pleasing her master’s cock from different angles. Steadily, she dripped onto the carpet.

“I love this cock so much,” she moaned, taking a moment to breathe. A second later, she was sucking him again. Taking him all the way into her throat had her eyelids flutter. Quickly, she went back up, “It’s so hard, Master. You fill me so deeply,” she exclaimed. Seeing the pleased expression on his face, she continued to drop little sentences between her stretches of service. “I just don’t know what to do with myself… It’s so thick and delicious… Ah, Master, I love to suck you off… I don’t know anything that feels like it… like your hot, massive cock…”

“Do you want to drink another load of my cum, Aclysia?” Anduin asked.

“I beg that you let me,” she whined lustfully. “Give me the privilege of tasting your seed. I am all yours. Use me, give it to me, take it away from me, I will gladly serve you as long as you remain my perfect Master.”

Anduin grabbed her by the horns, each of his fingers perfectly wrapping around a segment of the goat-like protrusions. They were formed for his hands, natural handles for him to use her. “Such a good girl,” he groaned and then did with her throat as he desired.

Aclysia feverishly masturbated with both hands, while her head was repeatedly pulled over her Master’s large dick. Using her with the clear understanding that she was his property, Anduin slammed her down to his groin over and over again. The goal was simple, the priority absolute – to make him cum. The entire room grew more heated. The other four slaves intensified their worship of the rest of his body, coating him with kisses and whispering sweet surrenders of their autonomy to him in his ears.

One last time, Anduin pulled Aclysia down and another load burst into her stomach. Delighting in every twitch of the cock in her throat, the white-haired slut completely drenched the floor with her love juices. Anduin let go of her horns and waited. After a few seconds, the submissive sex slave realized that she was no longer being held down. Switching from cocksleeve to service mode, she resumed sucking him off, milking the last drops of seed from his shaft.

“This girl is so pampered,” Xal’atath complained.

“You always say that when it’s not you getting fucked,” K’ara retorted.

“And I am always right,” the Old Goddess returned smugly.

Before Anduin could decide how they should continue, the little piece of wood sealing the window between them and the driver was audibly dragged to the side. “High King, we are around the area you specified.”

“Stop at your earliest convenience,” Anduin ordered and the window was shut again. Looking around to his girls he said, “Get ready to leave.”

Little clothes were put on. Xal’atath and K’ara only wore thin satin that veiled their body in a translucent layer of purple and gold respectively. Their bodies were armour enough. Same was true for Alythess and Sacrolash, who put on polished leather that cupped their breasts, barely hiding nipples and hid the recently fucked cunts. In the past, they had also worn metal ornaments that decorated their hooves and wrist. Now that they were slaves, such things were only allowed when Anduin allowed it. Aclysia wore the most clothes, a black leather armour that properly wrapped around her breasts and legs, while leaving midriff and shoulders exposed. It was the proper garb of a demon hunter and two war glaives were magically attached to her hips. Despite their massive size, Aclysia seemed entirely unbothered by their weight.

All of them wore their collars with tags attached to the front. Aclysia wore the sole golden one, being his wife and in high standing. K’ara and Xal’atath, although married to him, had done awful things in their past and were thus only deserving of a silver tag. Xal’atath and Sacrolash got tags from iron, being simple sex slaves. Despite that delineation between them, Anduin didn’t treat any of them differently. They were all serving him now.

Anduin himself was wearing his robe. Normally, he would be naked underneath, but the weather was cold enough that he actually put on some proper clothes and boots underneath. The natural cold couldn’t kill him, he was much too strong for that now, but it did bother him.

“Turn the carriage around and wait for us,” Anduin commanded the chauffeur once they were outside. Nodding, the man spurred the horses into slow movement. They would need to find a fitting piece of road for that manoeuvre.

They were on the halfway point of the southern road that stretched through the entirety of Duskwood, connecting the settlements in the east with the grain supply from Westfall. As per Medivh instructions, the High King would only have to head north from there, climb up the central mountains and enter the gladr in the centre.

For a normal man this journey would have been impossible. What Anduin was seeking out had a mind of its own and didn’t want to be found by anyone. The woods would have twisted in their path, confusing the senses and making it impossible to successfully climb the forested hills. Ghouls and giant spiders would have made the confused wanderer a dead man walking.

Anduin took firm steps, unbothered by any illusions. Radiating golden light, pushing back the winter cold, the robed king cut through the forest. Any undead daring to approach him was turned to ash long before they came into arm’s reach of him or his sex slaves. When the slopes became too steep to walk, he climbed with strong arms and superhuman jumps. Aclysia was even more adept at climbing than he was, leaping upwards at absurd speed scouting the area ahead.

The group of gods, godlike people and demons bridge a distance that could have taken days in less than an hour and emerged on the glade.

The Twilight Glade was out of place in Duskwood. The trees didn’t have the ashy grey colour, the leaves were a vivid green and purple and the ground itself was verdant and fertile. All of the trees stood at a respectful distance to a central path of white cobblestone. Lanterns lit by giant fireflies spend some illumination.

At the end of the path, underneath a particularly large tree was a night elven construction. Two marble pillars stood in front of a staircase, on top of which two more pillars framed a portal. Created by massive roots winding around grey granite, covered in purple runes, the emerald, blue-tinted portal swirled. Whatever lay behind it was hidden from their gaze. Anduin continued his approach. Legend had it that a corrupted green dragon had once rested here, when the nightmare Medivh had mentioned had been seeping from this portal. Neither dragon nor nightmare were present in any shape. The glade was quiet and tranquil. Not even the deer minded the presence of the five.

Anduin stopped in front of the portal and carefully made contact with it. It parted around his hand with a soothing feeling, not unlike bathing in Moonwell water. When Xal’atath tried to do the same, she was hit with a painful shock and snapped back.

“I suppose they would have created wards against my kind after what Saron and Zoth did,” she hissed, while shaking her hand. Before K’ara or anyone else could make fun of her for that, they all were rejected by the portal themselves. Gentler, by comparison, but rejected nonetheless.

“It seems I will have to advance on my own,” Anduin realized. “Wait here.”

Whatever objections they had were swallowed. Instead, they bowed and only said, “”Yes, Master,”” in unison. The echo of those words sent him off into the other dimensions.

Mirrored, but otherwise the exact same, the portal he emerged from stood in a landscape that was similar to the one he had just left. The green was even more intense, the flora even more lush, but it was clear that the scenery on the ‘real’ side of the portal had changed over the years to mimic this one. The most pronounced difference was a green haired woman standing before him. Although her blueish-purple skin, tall shape and long ears made her seem to be a night elf, the horns protruding from her head made it clear that she was something else. She was beautiful and had a wonderful body, but neither were particularly unique. She had clearly just taken a shape in which it was easier to communicate.

“Lifeseeder Anduin, my greetings to you,” she spoke in a voice that seemed bigger than her body. “I am Merithra of the Dream. I have patiently awaited your arrival. Would you follow me?”

“Of course,” Anduin nodded, feeling no malice from this green dragon. “Merithra, I have heard your name before,” he said, while they walked down the stairs. There was no cobblestone path at the base, only lush grass. His guide knew where to go regardless. “You are the new leader of the Green Dragonflight, are you not?” That she was should have caused him to desire her. The leader of a Dragonflight was doubtlessly important for his plans of world domination. Somehow, she felt like she wasn’t the true goal, however. She was doubtlessly attractive and he would be happy to fuck her, but she wasn’t quite who he wanted.

“I thought so,” the green dragon responded. Every time she took a step, the world around them shifted a bit. Anduin soon realized that it wasn’t that she knew where she was going but that the Emerald Dream changed to take them where she wanted them to be. “When my mother’s soul was saved by Elune, it seemed to fall upon me to lead her children. Yet, unlike Kalecgos, the power of the Aspect of Dreams never flowed to me. At first I told myself that it was just a matter of time, but a few months ago, Elune has shown me a vision. A hopeful branch of the future dependant on your actions, Lifeseeder, in which I do not have to become to become the new Aspect. In which I only held the spot for as long as you enabled mother’s return.”

Suddenly they were on a large clearing. The grass under their feet naturally bend to create swirly patterns. There were a number of swirls around the outer rim of the glade and at the centre of each sat a giant, green dragon. Smaller ones sat between them, all creating a respectfully distant circle around the largest swirl in the middle of the clearing.

It didn’t just claim the grass, but rose to become a spiralling tree. Most of it was without branches, simple brown bark reaching several metres up, going half as high as the biggest dragons held their heads. Only at the very top was a dense formation of branches and brambles, layered on top of something like a cocoon. The centre emanated a steady, emerald glow.

Anduin felt drawn to it immediately. “Is that Ysera?” he asked, able to combine what was being said with the venerating presence of the dragons.

“Yes, Elune has seen it fit to return mother’s soul to us,” Merithra told him, stopping at the centre of the single unoccupied swirl. “Yet, the Dreamer isn’t truly here. Her soul may be dwelling in this glade, but she did die. With her last energy, she aided the heroes in their fight against Xavius and now she can not wake, not even in the Emerald Dream. Not without your help,” the green dragon turned to Anduin and fell on her knees. “Elune has brought her back, but only someone of this world, only someone as powerful as you, may bind her to it again. Please, Lifeseeder, wake our mother.”

“What if she doesn’t desire to be awoken by me?” Anduin asked. Although he was happy to try, he did not want to have its way with a comatose woman. “You know who I am, what I desire.”

“Yes,” Merithra looked up to him with admiring eyes. “You have brought more life to this world than any other being before you, except for the Titans themselves. In time, I am sure your action will surpass even them. We are in awe of your methods, the ability of the humans you lead to breed every other race.” Shamelessly, the green dragon stated this with lust in her tone. “After Deathwing’s fall, us dragons lost the ability to procreate. Perhaps you can bring this back to us. All of us, especially our mother who has been without child in the thousands of years she had to dream, without a proper mate for so much longer, and desires to raise children again. Our sleeping mother may not be here completely, but she will only rouse from her sleep if she accepts you. If she accepts you as her mate, she will wake. Whatever she decides once she comes back to us, her Flight will follow.” Merithra lowered her head again. “It will not disrupt your Kingdom, I assure you.”

At that word, all of the dragons around transformed into their human forms. Hundreds of dragons, big and small, all took the shape of attractive humanoids. Most chose night elves as their form, others preferred blood elves, high elves, gnomes and even the rare goblin. All natural races of Azeroth were present somewhere. All of them were naked. The overwhelming majority of them female.

“The children of the Green Dragonflight have always been overwhelmingly women,” Merithra explained. “And the child of a female dragon is always another dragon. If Ysera answers to your dominating presence, Lifeseeder, if she submits to yourself like your other breeding slaves, then it shows that your way of life is the true one for our goal. If your people can make us conceive again, then we will be happy to be slaves. If your people treat us well and breed us, we will serve. We are all in agreement with this. All we require is our mother back.”

The desire in her eyes was as true as the love of Anduin’s slave. The Green Dragonflight had resolved itself to slowly fading into extinction and the end of their era. After Deathwing’s fall, only a few hundred of them were left, only a few dozen eggs to be hatched. They had resolved themselves, because it was inevitable. Presented with an opportunity to not only overcome this fate but also reclaim their lost mother, the Green Dragonflight’s resolve had changed into something else. Jubilation at a second chance.

Nodding, the High King started to walk towards the centre of the clearing. “If that is how it is, I shall bring back the Dreamer,” he declared. There was no ‘try’. He was Anduin Llane Wrynn, the perfect master, and he would succeed. This was another step in his path, fate felt aligned in this moment. Elune had given him the chance to work a miracle, to willingly enslave one of the most powerful women Azeroth had ever known and her entire Flight with her.

Behind him, more green dragons in humanoid forms streamed out of the forest to fill the gap in the circle. Almost the entire Flight was there. Only the unlucky few that had tasks that couldn’t be ignored weren’t present. They were all excited to watch what was about to happen. Those who weren’t directly descended from Ysera, calling her their mother because of her position, were excited in more ways than one. Because they all oversaw the conception of life across Azeroth, they had all been subjected to the debauchery of Stormwind for months now. It had amplified their already present desires. They yearned for sex, more than that, they yearned for sex with studs that could breed them. The prospect to see the very strongest, their leader, the Dreamer herself, revived and bred had many of them slowly growing wet.

Only the doubt if this man was truly capable of both of those feats dampened their enthusiasm. Revival was likely enough, the help of Elune made certain of it, but overcoming their infertility seemed less likely.

Anduin was not burdened by such doubt. Reaching the top of the spiralling tree, he touched the intertwined cocoon of branches and bramble. The emerald light within swelled and then faded. The moment it was gone, the cocoon started to open. With soft creaks, the branches unfolded in all directions, only parting around Anduin, revealing an emerald flower bulb within. Like a large rose, it too opened and revealed what truly lay withing.

Laying on the centre of the flower, on a cushion made from soft, yellow plant matter, was Ysera. She laid on her side, supporting her head with her folded left arm, her legs were slightly angled. It was a strangely adorable pose and enticing as well. Naked as she was, the first thing Anduin saw was her ass. It was every bit the ass of a woman for his harem. The purple skin of her night-elf inspired form stretched smoothly over the fat curve of her behind. A bubble butt, both form and doubtlessly satisfying to see jiggle when spanked, that surrounded her displayed pussy. Deep purple lips deliciously invited his gaze and more than that. Extending from there was a pair of perfect thighs, striking the balance between meaty and being in balance with her long legs.

Anduin didn’t have to force his eyes to wander. The curve of her waist naturally invited him to look further up. Her midriff was lightly defined, he could see as much even with the current bend of her spine, not muscular but flat and healthy. Her breasts were large, the largest he had seen on a night elf, even a fake one, albeit not as large as Jaina’s or Fenellas’. The nipples on top were currently soft, and had the same delicious colour as her pussy. Her arms, much like her midriff, were athletic but not unwomanly so.

She had the body of a goddess and her face was even better. Merithra was beautiful, but it was clear that she hadn’t inherited all she could have, be it only on the talent of shapeshifting. The shape of her chin, her chins, even her nose all created a gorgeous mix of adorable and sexy. The lips on her face were of an even darker purple than those between her legs. Long elven ears, emerald eyebrows and light brown, slightly wavy horns all extended from her face, horns and ears stretching backwards in pleasing parallel. Emerald too was her long hair. Most of it was stroked backwards in a natural and wild fashion, partly controlled by the horns. Some of it fell over her forehead, creating a few cute bangs and framing the upper half of her face. The tips of the longest strands ended at the lower edge of the green, symmetrical marks that stretched from her cheeks, over her eyes and ended above the eyebrows. Like permanent warpaint in the shape of exotic leaves, they decorated her purple face, covering even the back of her closed eyes.

As pleasing as her body with all its symmetries and complimenting elements was to look at, Anduin had a task at hand. Like Merithra had said, Ysera was not completely there. This was evident both by her closed, unmoving eyes and the face that she was ephemeral. Anduin could see through her body. It wasn’t as bad as a ghost would have been, but she was lacking substance.

Anduin closed his eyes and conjured the powers inside him. The portal had rejected Xal’atath and K’ara, but it had let him in. For all his might, he was limited to the areas of Shadow and Light. If neither were let in, both were needed to solve this. As the aspects of his being grew, his instincts roused. The Shadow whispered to him to just start fucking her immediately, engage in his desires and bring her back. The Light ordered that he should do the just thing and heal her only with the purest of intent, not touching her as his magic did its work. In between those two was the instinct formed that was the proper course of action.

Prepared, Anduin’s eyelids opened and he climbed onto the green rose. His boot-covered feet connected with the wood, then his naked feet stepped gracefully onto a soft flower petal. It carried the weight of his naked body easily, as his clothes faded into the void storage. A couple more steps, and he was on the yellow centre. Small bits of pollen rose up like golden dust, playing around him and the sleeping dragon aspect. They faded away, as he carefully turned Ysera on her back and then lifted her upper body with one arm around her back. She was lighter than someone of her size was supposed to be. The Dreamer was about as tall as he was.

Between innocence and perverted self-indulgence, lay the desire of the High King to claim those deep purple lips. Even translucent, they had a natural gloss to them. They were full, enticing, made to be kissed. Perhaps, if she agreed, they would be his forever. He wished it so and moved to hear her answer as soon as possible.

It was a kiss of fairy tales. The High King bowed down to press his lips on those of the sleeping beauty. He didn’t use his tongue, nor was his movement shy. With all of the confidence the perfect master possessed, he claimed her lips for those seconds, as his magic streamed into her. Initially, it felt as if he was kissing her with a sheet of paper between them. This feeling quickly faded. Between her closed lids, the eyes of the Dreamer began to move. Her mouth opened a bit, allowing their kiss to become more intimate.

A slight moan, followed by her hand instinctively reaching up to her strong arm. The green dragons all around gasped, anticipating but nevertheless joyful of what they were witnessing. Slowly, Ysera’s tongue stretched out to meet that of the High King. More energy flowed. Her body remained translucent. Her eyes opened.

A wave of pale green energy rippled outwards, shaking the Emerald Dream and reverberating in reality for all those capable of feeling it. The Dreamer had awoken once more and slowly pulled back from the royal that kissed her. Not in a surprised or disgusted fashion. Quite the contrary, she was almost unwilling. It had been millennia since she had last been caressed in any physical way and there was so much tenderness, genuine desire and appreciation even in that first kiss.

“Lifeseeder,” Ysera said and her voice was as soft as the flower they rested on. It was a voice that could pull mortals into the softest slumber or, if brought to anger, bring them the greatest nightmares. That very voice suddenly moaned, as she battled her desire to continue the kiss. “You finally came to me.”

“You knew I was coming?” Anduin asked.

“Elune did not send me back blind,” the Awakened answered, “and I have received visions of you ever since I entered my restorative slumber here, at the heart of the Dream. Had anyone ever proposed to me what you are doing, then I would have disregarded it as lunacy. As my daughter already told you, your effects on the world are undeniable.”

Anduin noticed a little glisten between her ephemeral legs. “Then are you willing to submit to me?” he asked.

“For the good of the world, I will follow you without question,” Ysera responded. It was an answer born from her duty to Azeroth, not from her own desires. However, the Green Aspect would have lied if she said that there wasn’t a personally enticing prospect to the future she knew she had. “If you can restore me to true life, then I will be your servant. I will aid you in your goals to seed life on Azeroth as if I was serving Eonar.”

“Will you be my slave?” Anduin asked. There was a large difference between having the dragon aspect serve him and submit to him. He would, fundamentally, be happy with the former, but the latter was what he was truly after. Granted, a woman like Ysera, who was free of any wrongdoing, he trusted even without having marked her. She wasn’t an Old Goddess or a demon that needed a leash to act in the best interest of Azeroth. “Will you enslave your Flight to me?”

Ysera hesitated, despite having already found her answer in the time she had to wait for him. Being exposed, like the other green dragons, to the debaucheries that caused all the recent conceptions of new life, had awoken desires in her she didn’t know she previously had. Procreation as dragons had felt as if it was enough. The humanoid form seemed to offer so many more pleasurable acts. Particularly for a woman that was certain in and happy with her place of submission.

The bondage, the spanking, the consensual mistreatments she had experienced second-hand, they all made her certain that the life of a slave of Stormwind was good. The life of a slave of the perfect master had never produced anything but genuine ecstasy in his women. As happy as Ysera was with the idea to feel all of that lust, all of that love, she wasn’t certain she could be part of it. Not without a certain thing being true.

“Lifeseeder Anduin, I will serve you if you can restore me to life,” she repeated her first concession, locking her deep green, snake-like eyes on Anduin. Not too many years ago, they had glowed intensely with the power of the titans. Now they were the focus of only her own, still massive but nowhere as world forming might. One more moment of hesitation, then her true feelings came bursting out. “If you want me to be your slave, I need you to breed me. It has been so long since I had a worthy mate. I never had a mortal before. I don’t care that you are. You are the most virile Lifeseeder I have ever seen. Your seed is powerful. If you can restore what Neltharion, what my traitorous brother, took from me, I will gladly be fucked by you every night. Breed me over and over again. Give me children, all of the children I couldn’t have in my millennia of slumber, and I will be honoured to be used by you every day.”

Once the dam had burst, the Green Dragon Aspect struggled to stop herself. Her inability to find chances to breed, having to guard the sleeping world at all times, had frustrated her long before she lost even the ability to. Like the rest of her Flight, now that she saw the potential to once more bring new life into this world, she was willing to submit herself fully to Anduin. It would have been a difficult choice, had he not proven to be a Lifeseeder already. Because his intentions were pure, because he had already proven himself over and over again, the Awakened could offer herself to this man in her entirety.

If Anduin had been like those orcs that once enslaved her older sister Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Aspect, then none of this would have been feasible. Ysera would have fought him, because he was perverting life and forcing her children to be tools of war they simply were not. Anduin was not like those disgusting people. He offered slavery, he didn’t force anyone into it, that was only to bring bliss to those women who knew they would be happiest in submission.

“And what if I can’t?” Anduin posed one more question. “What will you do if I cannot impregnate you, Ysera? Will you find another man that can?” The idea irked him, although he could hardly blame her if she did so.

“No, Lifeseeder, I will seek nobody but you for this. If you cannot, then nobody can,” Ysera responded, knowing it to be the truth. “Then my life will be as before, just in service to your goals instead of the vague guidelines of the Titans.” The prospect caused her eyes to become wet. She wanted to carry children so badly. It was beyond anyone else in her greatly diminished Flight. It was a desire so repressed, it became more than a fetish and almost a physical need.

Seeing the sadness on her gorgeous face, Anduin brushed a few fingers over her cheek before the tears could start rolling. “There is no need to cry,” he told her, emanating calm confidence from every fibre of his being. “I will fulfil your wish. It is easy to grant something I myself desire so much.” He slowly pulled her back up to his lips. “You’re going to be mine; you will give me heirs. You will have as many children as you could ask for and you will help me create a peaceful world in which all thrive.”

Ysera finally felt first-hand what made all of the slaves so endeared with the High King. His strong hands, his unbreakable will, his confidence, his might and his tenderness, they all reflected in the moment they kissed again. Despite knowing that he would one day have all of the most beautiful women of Azeroth in his sex slave harem, during that kiss she felt as if she was his whole world. The High King took none of the women in his life for granted and would please all of them. None of Ysera’s previous mates had made her feel anything like this. Certainly not in such short a time.

Their kiss was wonderful for the Dragon Aspect. She had never kissed before today. All of her hasty relationships had been focused around her dragon form. She hadn’t realized just how sensitive lips were. Neither had she thought how good it would feel to playfully wrestle with her tongue against that of a man. Particularly one so intent on showing her the pleasure of submitting.

Anduin explored her curves with his hands. Although her lips continued to feel genuine, the rest of her body was still distant, in a supernatural way. She was cooler than a living being and her skin felt ‘blurry’. Even the softness of her breasts, thighs and ass wasn’t quite as pleasant as it should have been, no matter how much magic he poured inside her through their kiss. What had been enough to wake her up was not enough to give her a body. Something stronger was needed.

While he probed her mouth with his tongue, he pulled her in a different position. Soon, Ysera was laying under him. Their kiss grew even more heated, as Anduin pressed her down into their bed with his entire body. As one of the largest dragons and therefore beings out there, this was another feeling Ysera had never gotten to enjoy. Not outside of struggles of life and death, which were considerably less erotic. It evoked a sensual sense of danger. With any other man, she would have been made nervous by this, but his confident demeanour kept her from feeling anything negative.

She felt a drumming in her chest. Not her heart, not in the proper sense anyway. A knot of magic in her chest that served the same purpose of a heart, revving up as her soul prepared for a return to flesh. A sudden increase of his magic flowed into her, coming from that impossibly hot rod that now laid on top of her wet cunt.

Anduin wanted to straighten up, look at her, perhaps tease her a little, but his partner kept the kiss sweet and indulging. He didn’t want to break away, especially not when the grinding motions of his cock over her quivering quim caused her to moan into his mouth. A breath filled with natural tastes, herbs and the scent of a pine forest, was pressed into him. It was delightful, streamed through him and made him more aware of the lustful sensations on his skin.

There were questions he wanted to ask. He only knew he was the first mortal she was going to get fucked by, not if this was the first time she had sex in this shape. He wanted to know if she was ready. If there was perhaps some last hesitation. Arms around his neck and legs locking behind his hips prevented him from pulling back and asking those questions. At least the wetness he felt on the underside of his large cock answered one of them.

With how she was writhing under him, his care to verbally clarify melted away. The signals were as clear as they could be. Their continuing kiss was led by his movements, but continued by her inability to pull away again. Limbs held him, strong but also slender. Her power did not diminish the feminine grace of her curves. Lithe and beautiful, she lay under him, her ample bosom pressing against his chest with all its seductive softness.

Anduin reached down with one hand, clawing into Ysera’s hair with the other. If she wanted to be taken, he would gladly oblige. For just a moment, the Green Dragon Aspect was nervous. She felt the hot rod removed from her cunt. She had just gotten used to how sensitive that area was, the clitoris in particular. Now she was about to be split by that massive cock. A dragon’s dick may have been larger in sheer size, but it also went into a much larger body. Taking the scale of her current form into consideration, she wasn’t even sure if he could fit. That made her nervous, but also awoke yet another previously unknown excitement in her.

Then he started to push into her and all of that was wiped away by the sheer pleasure of the moment. Lustful, muffled shouts got lost inside their sloppy kiss, as each centimetre Anduin conquered of her wet pussy caused the Awakened to buckle under him. His length, his girth, she felt that virgin cunt of hers being stretched to such a way that a bulge showed on her stomach. Somehow, it still fit. The act of penetration was one of the most sensual things she had ever felt. He was so forceful, never stopping in his advance, and so careful, never going so fast that it was uncomfortable. His descent into her cunt happened at the perfect pace to shape it just for him.

Anduin was feeling increasingly good himself. At first, her insides had felt, like most of her, oddly distant. The more of his magic seeped into her through his magnificent rod, the more her pussy manifested around him. It shaped and corporealized according to his subconscious wishes and Ysera’s experience. Accurately said, her pussy was being moulded by the act of the High King taking her virginity. There was no hymen involved, no pain, just the growing pleasure as her sex became made for him.

When he was all the way inside her, was as deep in as any position would allow him to go, he waited for one moment. Letting all of her become comfortable with his length and girth, he concentrated on tasting more of Ysera’s intense aroma. The dragon grew more comfortable with each passing moment and the quivering, wet walls of her cunt became more real the more of Anduin’s magic seeped into them.

Ysera started to think she had felt the highest point of pleasure already. Then the High King started moving. Slow at first, taking into consideration her inexperience, and slowly accelerating. His engorged head scraped along the inside of her folds. The hard shaft easefully parted her with each penetrating thrust. Her clit got rubbed by his hairless groin whenever he was sheathed all the way inside her.

They were close, inseparable. Ysera, through all of the moans and scream that accompanied her rising lust, never broke the kiss for longer than a heated reposition of her lips. Their tongues always stayed in contact. Her breasts were always pressed against his chest. Her hands explored his back. His hands held her by hips and hair. Her legs were locked behind his hips, only moving to give him space to fuck her. Each time he was almost all the way out, awakening instincts made her thick thighs press into his side and pull him back in, giving the thrust an extra bit of impact. The idea of having him pull out, especially before he came, made her feel empty.

The speed increased and Ysera’s first orgasm in this form continued to cascade into a sheer endless series as Anduin fucked her like only he could. It truly was far beyond the ecstasy of her dragon body. Feeling that hard shaft just hammer her into the soft centre of the large flower was beyond the pleasure of merely mating. She wanted his cum, needed to be bred, but she now truly understood why mortals were so addicted to sex.

Anduin would not let her wait much longer for his seed. Her pussy was now fully there and quivered around his cock eagerly. Feeling, through the haze of ecstasy, the straining of Anduin’s breathing and the tensing of his shaft in the final moments, Ysera embraced all of him tighter. Her arms, his legs, even her cunt all hugged his masculine body with the needy desire of a woman that had found the perfect partner. No matter her power, in that moment, she reacted like anyone else that encountered the High King’s desire.

Exploding deep inside her, Anduin filled her with a giant load. Even through the height of his orgasm, he felt an unusual sensation. The dense magic imbued into his seed vanished inside Ysera’s manifested soul. Each spurt caused her body to grow more material under him. Her breasts pressed against him in all their proper softness. Her curvy body was smooth as marble – soft and squishy as only flesh could be. The feeling of her hair went from oddly wholly to strands like satin. Her smell intensified, awoke his lust even further, growing until it was as strong as the taste of her already present lips. Heat manifested, a ripple of energy spread out from her and it was done.

“Anduin… Anduin!” her voice reached his ears with an urgency that caused their making out to finally end. “You did it, you have returned me to life. Mother Moon truly found the one man amongst men.” Her compliment was only further underlined by the shaky, lust-drenched voice she presented it with. All of her translucency was gone, all of her beauty underneath the High King and his cock still inside her twitching pussy.

“Then let’s breed you,” Anduin didn’t dwell on his accomplishment. However grand it was, it was a mere afterthought compared to the boundless desire he felt for this gorgeous creature. All of his seed had vanished, revitalizing her before it could even attempt to find her eggs. Now that her body and womb were once more real, impregnation was finally a possibility.

Ysera was wordless. At first because of the lack of surprise on his part that he had succeeded. Then because the prospect of breeding made her revel in a sudden rise of want. Finally, because he fucked her even harder than before.

Anduin had changed her position slightly. Rolling up her hips, half-squatting on her raised ass, his thighs squished in her bubble butt between them. With the new angle, his thrusts now hammered her mercilessly into the floor. Each was powerful enough to shake even a dragon aspect. With great delight, the High King watched as her facial features contorted into a helpless grimace of raw ecstasy. Glassy, wide-open eyes rolled around and from her wide-open mouth extended an inhumanely long tongue.

“By the titansh… by the titansh…!” she panted and screamed, spine arching. With her life restored, she could feel so much more. His musky smell, dominant and conquering, his muscles grinding against her smooth skin and hard nipples. The way her body was subjugated to his movements was properly real now. While her pussy didn’t feel any more sensitive than it had in the final moments of her restoration, the position and promise behind each penetration made it so much more intense. He had her in a mating press. “Cum insihde me! Cum inshide me! Cum inshide me!” she couldn’t think of anything, the words purred out of her without any input of her active mind.

Anduin fucked her at an insane pace to ensure just that. Regular women would have had their mind and perhaps even their bodies broken under the raw strength with which he plunged into Ysera’s pussy. Even as her body trembled and her pussy tightly gripped his cock at every possible moment, almost unwilling to let him go for another thrust, the perfect master looked at her gorgeous face. Following a tender impulse among the debauched craze of their increasingly sweaty bodies, he gently put a hand on the side of her face.

His touch cooled her mind for a moment and allowed her to get control back over her facial features. She looked at him with adoring, green eyes. Once more, she felt that appreciation that no other mate had ever offered her. Anduin didn’t just want her body, he didn’t just want to pump her full of his seed to eternalize his legacy in the Green Dragonflight (although Ysera would have been happy with just that in the current situation), he actually wanted her.

Lowering his head, he once more found her dark purple lips for a kiss. Only sloppily, did her tongue meet his, the pleasure still proving too much for her. That aside, all of her attention was between her legs. The searing hot, hard cock still split her tight cunt at a steady pace. She was waiting eagerly for the moment when it would start to twitch again, betraying the High King was about to release.

For several minutes, she waited. Waited while orgasm after orgasm turned her new body into a writhing, panting mess. Her lips were claimed by the High King, her curves his to dominate with body and hands, and her cunt a hole for him to use in his race towards release. Finally, she felt that hard cock twitch inside her.

Anduin’s balls tightened, but he held on for a little bit longer. The anticipating cries of Ysera were too sweet not to coerce more of. Her tits, large and juicy, pressed against him as the Green Dragon Aspect grinded her whole body against him. She needed his cum. It felt so inevitable that it would flood her womb and impregnate her. Every moment of that want being delayed had her fall deeper in the lustful love for the High King. He would give her what she wanted; she knew he would. That he withheld it from her for just a few seconds longer fed into her newly awoken desire to be dominated. To be his.

Finally, Anduin tensed. All the way inside her, his large cock almost at the entrance of her womb, he spurted his virile seed into her. Withholding the magic that would have caused Ysera to become marked, the load was merely infused with the power permeating the High King at every moment. The power that made his seed so powerful, it could impregnate women in a few seconds, no matter if they were demons, gods of light or darkness or mortals. The power that pushed the quantity of it beyond anything even the improved humans of Stormwind could hope for. The power to keep a Dragon Aspect pressed into the floor while she came her brains out.

Through the haze of multiple orgasms and the heat radiating from the cock and the cum that filled her, Ysera felt it. The myriad of little drops of life that filled her newly formed womb. How they competed and how the winning one mixed with a little part of herself to create the seed of new life. Her wish was fulfilled and her body went rigid with fulfilled ecstasy, silently shouting into Anduin’s mouth while he continued to kiss and appreciate her with lips, hands and heart. Although the deed was done already, she squirted each time another wave of cum filled her. Impregnation, cum, appreciation, attention and domination, Ysera’s craving for all of these things was solidified at that moment, burned into her forever.

Anduin straightened up and looked down on the heavily panting, purple skinned woman. Sweat made her glisten and the repeated breaths caused her large chest to rise and fall in the soft light of the glade. Her skin was flawlessly smooth and meticulous. Aside from those green marks around her fluttering eyes, only the little lines drawn by her muscles broke up the perfectly equal tone of her flushed form.

He looked around at the crowd. All of the watching woman were dripping wet, even the passing gaze of the perfect master making them moan. Like Anduin, they had no need to ask whether or not he had been successful. They all had felt the life forming inside Ysera, the only confirmation they needed to be willing to enslave themselves to humanity. If the greatest of human men was able to impregnate the greatest of them, then the lesser humans would be able to do the same for the lesser of them. With that an omnipresent truth in everyone’s mind, there was only one question to be asked.

“Why didn’t you mark me, Master?” Ysera swooned, speaking that word for the first time. It passed her lips with natural veneration and love. She had been given all she wanted and now it was time for her to fully submit herself to him and her new desires. “You impregnated me, you have every right to. I’m yours.”

Anduin pulled out, causing a little bit of his seed to dribble out. It was only what the greedy pussy couldn’t contain. Wordlessly, the High King distanced himself.

“Master?” Ysera’s tone reflected her concern.

“I didn’t mark you because our agreement was that I could do so once I impregnated you – not while I did it,” Anduin responded and laid down on his back. Folding his hands behind his head and with a leisurely smile, he took the worry from the Green Dragon Aspect through his relaxed demeanour. “If you wish to become my slave, you will have to prove it.”

Ysera hesitated for just one moment. She knew what position was expected of her, she had seen it in her dreams. Overcoming her doubt quickly, she crawled over and straddled his hips. Getting on top was odd to her. Not because of any psychological reason, she was more than happy to serve him by doing the majority of the moving herself, but because this was yet another position her dragon form had been incapable of. Same for the blowjob she briefly considered giving, but disregarded due to a lack of experience and a need to be his property as quickly as possible.

It felt so primitive in comparison to the curves she now sported. Distant. She realized that this body, the body of a woman, had now become her true shape thanks to her wishes and the method of her rebirth. It didn’t bother her in the slightest, she would spend the majority of her life in this body anyway. The alternative would not have been pleasing to her master.

Anduin watched as Ysera grabbed his cock. Its lubricated length twitched under the touch and he groaned to let her know she was doing well. “Ysera,” he said, just as his cock was guided to part the outer folds of her cunt, “you need to make one more decision.”

“What is it, Master?” she asked, confused. She thought everything settled.

“Do you wish to be my slave only or one of my wives?” he asked.

“Your wife!” she exclaimed immediately, joyful at the opportunity. “My Master, my Lifeseeder, my Anduin, I would be ecstatic also call you my husband.”

“Then serve me and prove yourself,” the High King reiterated and then groaned once again, as the Awakened slid down his cock. The sound was drowned out by the sharp scream of Ysera. Her pussy walls clung to his cock, a sleeve designed to fit him and only him perfectly. Just as it was meant to envelop him with the greatest possible mixture of tightness, friction and ease of movement, the way his hard cock stretched and grinded through her folds bombarded the Dragon Aspect’s brain with rewarding jolts of pleasure. She was meant to be only with him. Be fucked by only him. Be impregnated over and over again by only him for as long as they lived.

The second she had impaled herself all the way on his cock, something broke inside her reason. All of her stirring desires had been manifested and now she was fully in control and alive to take advantage of them. With no other thought possible inside her head than to please him, to make him cum and to bask in the ecstasy of her servitude, she started moving immediately at a rapid pace.

Her ass rose and fell, slamming down on her master’s groin. Sticky strands quickly connected their sexes in addition to the penetration of her quivering quim. Intuitively, she knew just how far up she could go before she could go back down, his size and girth ingrained into her instinct. Each impact created a wet slap of flesh against flesh, a lustful groan from the High King and an ecstatic, slurred cry from Ysera.

“Sh-sh-o-o-o-o go-o-o-o-od,” she screamed, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Monstrously long, it reached all the way down to between her jiggling tits. A primal look and a fitting complement to the crazed display of lust and love the otherwise graceful form of Ysera was at that moment. “Mashtah’s cooock, It breaksh me! I’m breaking myshelf on Mashtah’s cock! I’m a breeding shlave who’sh breaking hershelf in for her Mashtaaahhhhh!”

Anduin watched with surprise and glee at the way Ysera’s pussy gushed repeatedly. In her haze, she barely noticed, but the High King complemented her frenzied movements with little thrusts of his own. Her simple ride was made into a that much more lustful affair through his care to the details and him reaching down to tease her cute clit with his right hand.

All the while, he watched her impale herself over and over again. Her ass slammed down, its round form quivering from the impact. Magnificently, the force continued up and made her swaying tits even more of a glorious display. Still glistening with sweat, the soft light danced on the surface as they jiggled up and down. One was eventually stopped by Ysera herself grabbing one and teasing the sensitive nipple. She wanted to know all about her new body, that she may use it to maximum effect to please her master.

The wildness of her assault on him almost rivalled the way he had fucked her earlier. It was only interrupted when the overlaying orgasms completely paralyzed her body. Anduin merely had to make his cock twitch inside her and she went right back to riding him. Even without the mark, she cared first and foremost about making him cum.

When he was on the edge, he took Ysera by the curve between narrow waist and wide hips and took control of her movements. Thrusting from below and dictating her bounces with his hands, he made her squeal like a mere animal. Then he pulled her down one last time and unloaded for the third time inside her. The groove went silent, except for the wild masturbation sounds of the humanoid-shaped dragons watching them.

Cum filled Ysera, hot and torrenting cum. A wave of powerful magic accompanied it, rushed into her womb and transformed her orgasm into a moment of mind-annihilating bliss. Her eyes rolled upwards, leaving Anduin to look at a thoroughly fucked sex slave. Continuing up her body, crawling up her spine, the pleasure dissolved all resemblance of senses she had. Her intense orgasm made a mess of their joined sexes, covering them in repeated squirts.

Finally, it reached her head. For a moment, the green of her eyes was overtaken by a deep purple. The tendrils of Anduin’s mark sprawled out around her hairless cunt. The ecstasy reached its climax, but lingered inside her for a long while. Anduin pulled her twitching body down to him and embraced her while the orgasm faded, kissing her hair gently and filling her with every drop he had to give.

“My Lifeseeder,” she purred, suddenly feeling very exhausted.

“My Dream Slave,” he responded while stroking her hair. When she faded into a gentle slumber, he only held her.