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6/3 Noon
Tyrande woke at around noon, refreshed after the battle last night. She tended to prefer being awake after noon, when the sun was retreating. It meant that she was always there when the moons took their proper place, without being overshadowed by the sun. Today would be eventful; with the successful negotiations, the sentinels would be able to travel south through the Barrens unimpeded. Some would end up traveling more quickly via hippogriff, and many would hopefully be transported through her beloved’s amulets.
Her beloved arrived while she was eating her breakfast, a banana, and as he sometimes did he stripped off the armor that he wore in his visage and sat next to her in all his glory. She looked at his erect manhood and smiled, knowing that he desired her as much as she desired him. They needed to discuss a few things first, but she knew that she wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone but this early in the morning but Shandris, at worst. Embarrassing if they were walked in on, but Shandris was like a daughter to her. She understood.“How did your meeting with the Circle go, my love?” He smiled at that; it was so sweet that she could still have this effect on him after all these years.
“Fine, but the orgy afterwards wasn't as much fun as I might have hoped. The druidesses are plenty attractive, but they didn’t have any real passion for it. I ended up regretting inviting so many along.”
He might as well have slapped her. Tyrande’s mouth fell open in horror as he casually discussed sleeping with a dozen other women, many of which were her friends, as if it were his right. They may not be married but how could he-
Erius looked into the distance with that faraway expression.
leave her out of it? It was his right to bed any woman he desired, as is the culture of dragons, but it sounded like such fun. Tyrande would have been happy to watch; she was getting terribly aroused just at the thought. “You’re going to need to make that up to me, my heart. I feel terribly neglected all of a sudden.”
Not for the first time, she regretted that the dress she wore to war didn’t provide easy access to her treasure. She needed to strip entirely naked before she was ready for him to take her. While she did just that, she remembered that there was still business to conduct. “Will your agents be able to convey my sentinels to Silithus? It will save us a few weeks and, Un’goro being what it is, likely some lives.”
“Of course, but only those who speak the oath and are purified.” Of course. It was only right that they give themselves over to him in heart and body before they were allowed to partake of his magic. “Speaking of which, Malfurion should be awake by tomorrow.”
That made a smile blossom on Tyrande’s face. Malfurion was her oldest and dearest friend, she was truly worried about him. Once she had even considered taking him as a lover, as silly as the thought seemed now. He had supported her through his brother’s betrayal, and there was no one save her beloved that she would rather have at her side. “I’m so glad you could save him. That deserves a reward, I think. Enough business, my love. There will be time enough for that before dawn.”
She embraced him, and kissed him deeply as she lowered herself onto him. It felt incredible to be filled once more. It had been so long since she had felt his touch, she could hardly remember the last time she had been satisfied. She rocked back and forth on his lap, feeling tremors of pleasure wash through her body.
She realized, when she saw that faraway look, that she was being selfish. She had achieved orgasm very quickly, yes, but now she needed to do what he liked. She reluctantly pulled herself off of him, and positioned herself on the bed for his pleasure. Face buried in the pillows while her backside was elevated, making it easy for him to access.
She braced herself. She didn’t care much for this kind of sex. It felt dirty, and Tyrande only did it because she knew her beloved enjoyed it. Behind her, Erius stopped, one hand upon her behind. He muttered to himself, “no, can’t have that,” and then there was a long pause.
Tyrande wiggled her ass invitingly. “My love, why did you stop? Do you need me to beg? I long to feel you, please, I can only wait so long.”
“That’s better.” His length, already lubricated with her own fluids, stretched her satisfyingly as it went deep inside of her. Tyrande let out a long sigh as he began lightly thrusting; she loved when he fucked her ass. She would never use such crass language for any part of her body normally, but it was the only description that sprang to mind when she thought of this activity.
“Shandris, would you come along to Tyrande’s tent?” The priestess of the moon’s eyes widened. What possible reason would he have to call Shandris here in the middle of their alone time? - Tyrande didn’t need any other lovers while Erius was here, and she didn’t particularly wish to share him. He might not release his seed into her willing ass if Shandris were to distract him.
When Shandris arrived, she stared in shock at Erius for whatever reason, before her face took on a sultry grin and she approached Tyrande on the bed. “Are you having a pleasant time, mistress?” As she asked, the ranger general leaned in to give Tyrande a kiss. “I hope I’ll get a turn. With either of you.” Tyrande felt the warm seed flow into her ass, and she felt magnificent as it did.
“Definitely going to save that one as a preset.” Her beloved teleported away, and she cleaned herself with the light and put her dress back on. Perhaps after this war was over they could discuss children.
Tyrande looked over at Shandris, who had come to her tent for whatever reason. “Is there trouble?”
Shandris seemed puzzled, “No. I just wanted to know if you have determined if we are traveling by land or sea.”
“For the rank and file, we will go by ship and then cross the mountains by hippogriff. Start gathering the elites; there is a simple ritual each of them will need to perform, but after that we will be able to teleport.”
“And the orcs?”
Tyrande shrugged. “Extend the offer to them, of course, but our troops come first. Remember, we were also called to participate in the battle with the fire elementals in a few hours. Illyana can manage the ritual once she goes through with it herself. We have much to prepare.”
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That had been a clear success. On the one hand it was self indulgent fun, but on the other it was useful to experiment in order to learn how to use a new tool. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I’d essentially done a find and replace on any sexual or romantic encounter she’d ever had with Malfurion, subbing myself into the memory and adding a few bits and bobs so she wouldn’t question my behavior. After that I’d stripped her of all jealousy, made her bisexual, given her a substantial kink for being fucked in the ass, and made her see her foster daughter as a long term lover instead, among other smaller changes. All very useful things to know how to do, I promise, and all now saved as a preset for future fun.
I imagine that if she had taken the time to examine her own thoughts and memories she would have started to feel cognitive dissonance, especially if she’d been confronted by a distraught Malfurion, but that wasn’t going to be a problem. I’d reset her to factory settings afterwards. I didn’t particularly want to cuck Malfurion, I just wanted to fuck Tyrande; there is a meaningful difference there. If I decided to make a habit of it I’d probably give Malf a female persona only too eager to join in. Or just make him cool with it. I dunno. Future me will figure it out.
The next people to check in with were Gina and Varian. Gaslighting is an imprecise tool, and they have a rather unique condition that I’d like to address if I could. Unfortunately, as it turned out quite a few of the bars were grayed out. As they currently existed, I could not make Varian more socially confrontational, for example. I could not make Gina more circumspect or give her a longer attention span. The sliders existed, but they were stuck at one end and refused to be shifted.
I could work around it, to some degree. I could give Gina maxed out intelligence, so that she could think several steps ahead even as she throws herself into a conflict. I could make Varian more patriotic and loyal to the retinue so that he would be more likely to deflect instead of cave to pressure. They could be functioning adults, they’d just have a few quirks.
With that in mind, I had a very important question: do I split anyone else? Gina and Varian were two of my best fighters, without question. They hadn’t suffered on the battlefield by being split, that was for damn sure. From what Onyxia told me it was a rather elaborate ritual with several rare and expensive reagents, so I probably couldn’t afford to use it a lot while I had the War of the Shifting Sands looming over my head, but what she already had was probably enough to make two or three splits. With potentially unpredictable effects; it had taken months to identify the appropriate fault line to split Varian along.
That was probably fine. I had a shortcut in mind, you see. I cranked the intelligence of two lovely ladies right up to the highest setting, in one case not needing to boost by much. “Eva, Onyxia, you will both be learning everything Doan has to teach. I think your insight will be uniquely useful with a certain ritual, Eva.”
Eva had written enough recipes and taught enough people how to use them that I didn’t think we’d have a problem applying her future sight elsewhere.
••••••••••
Lillian finished another set, just to maintain momentum. The current batch of obstacle courses and sparring partners only became any difficulty at all if she challenged them while exhausted, which of course meant that she would already be familiar with the targets and her route. Hardly fair, now was it?
Her father had told her that she would be ready for field work soon, now that she was of age. She agreed; nothing they could create in a controlled environment was a challenge anymore. Since mother’s death she had dedicated every waking moment to studying anything that might make her stronger. The blade, acrobatics, stealth, arcane magic, the light, and even the shadow. She routinely defeated entire teams of low ranked crusaders, and had done quite well for herself against captives and senior officers alike. Father had personally trained her in the art of torture to desensitize her against inflicting pain, and subjected her to it to desensitize her against receiving.
She was a perfect weapon, she knew it, and she was ready to be used against the monsters that took mother away when she was a child. More importantly, she needed to know that she could. That it had all been worth it. Sacrificing everything that a young woman, even a trainee crusader, might be allowed to experience in favor of more training.
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A potential threat entered the room with her. Humanoid, unfamiliar, paused to examine the room. Other crusaders training here had a neutral response. The only reason she didn’t completely dismiss him was that he was approaching her. When he got within twenty feet, she lightly dropped from the climbing wall and turned to look at him. Wearing a baggy uniform as opposed to one tailored for him. Legs more developed than upper body. Messenger, and not a high ranked one. No threat.He appeared to have a message for her, however, so she stopped and stared him down when he got in close. He was sweating; shaking, even, as he pulled out a scroll.
“A message for you, ma’am. On the orders of your father, I’m supposed to read this to you. Please don’t get mad.” Enough waffling; by the light, you’re a grown man and have been given an order.
He looked down at the scroll, visibly steeled himself, and read the scroll. “If you let me come to your chambers, I’ll show you how to sheath a sword.” The words didn’t register in her mind. What did register was that this man had been ordered, by her father, to sexually proposition her. Why? “I have also been assigned as your personal assistant, and am under orders to see to any and all needs you may have.”
Lilian looked him over again with a more appraising eye. She was surprised to find that he was fairly appealing upon closer inspection. She had never had time for men; time looking at boys was time that she wasn’t training. Did father think she had trained enough? Or did he think that learning about sex from this man would make her stronger somehow? It was certainly a skill that she hadn’t developed; maybe this was like that time her father had her study dance?
She had liked dancing. It had been different. A highlight of her days until it had been cut to make room for more advanced shadow spells when she was ten. She didn’t know why father wanted this, but she resolved to enjoy it while it lasted. He seemed like a good and loyal member of the crusade; she could do much worse. “I’m done here. Come with me to my chambers and we can further discuss your duties. Including that first one you mentioned.”
As she strode away, Meven tried to collect himself. He hadn’t known what response to expect, but it certainly hadn’t been that.