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| mineforever2 by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:40am PDT | ||||
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| You're Mine, Forever, part 2
[m tauren/demon girls, evil plans, poor Moog, raiding, sort of incest? but not really, ridiculous to the max, all that fourth wall stuff I promised, more cum than ever before, cameo by Onyxia] For a couple of days now, Moog had been captive in his new home. He had never seen or heard of it before, but it was known to the rest of the world as the Molten Core. There wasn't much molten about it anymore. Ragnaros had been destroyed long ago. The molten giants that still roamed its giant caves had been finished off to the last. The rivers of lava swirling out of the center of the cave were gone. Shadrene had done some redecorating. This was her new home now, and she had already made big plans. First, clear out all the fire stuff, especially the lava. She would refill this river, with Moog's help. And this is how Moog ended up in the dead center of Molten Core, in Ragnaros' lair, suspended in the air by an intangible force of shadow magic, his wrists and ankles held apart, his bulging tauren legs spread eagle. Moog tried to figure out what it was about the last time that he and Shadrene had made love... well okay, not made love. Fucked? Yeah that's probably better. She had been stripped of her paladin powers, but they were immediately replaced with incredible demonic power, power that had taken seed in Shadrene quite a while back, when they were just urges and desires, growing stronger all the time. Shadrene was a little more than just crazy now. This was apparent when she approached him in his bondage. She was joined by two demon females, succubus in nature but looking a little more fiendish, but still just as seductive. They grinned at him. "Comfortable lover?" Shadrene whispered to him, the echo in her voice that should have been there from the cavern walls was absent for some reason. "What the hell are you doing with me, you crazed--," Moog finding his voice cutting off beyond his will. He didn't know why but for some reason, words would not come out of his mouth. "Hush now, our children will tell you all about it." Shadrene glanced to the demon women. Moog's eyes widened. "[i]Our[/i] children?" Moog thought. That couldn't be good at all. He wondered, staring at them. They didn't appear to be any kind of freakish mix of tauren and draenei, they just seemed to be demons pure and simple. Although Moog did notice the horns on their heads seemed tauren, and the more he looked at them he realized they were the same long gray horns he had. Yeah, that wasn't good. The demon women hissed out moans as they approached him. There wasn't a stitch of clothing on anyone in the room, but of course Moog wasn't really in a position to get aroused at this point, even with these demons heaving breasts bouncing as they walked up to him. One of the demon women knelt to him, the other stood, and both began to focus. Shadow energy clouded around the room, and soon spheres of shadow energy gathered at their hands. The one on her knees moved her hands to Moog's balls. Moog felt her focusing the power into them, and yelped out, his voice having returned. "W... wha..." was all Moog could think of to say, as he felt the shadow force fill his huge tauren nuts, only swelling them up more. He grunted loudly as they puffed up so large that it was almost insane. Shadow magic enveloped the demon's hands and his sack as they worked together for reasons that were about to become apparent to Moog. The other women worked her hands along his shaft, dark magic working into it, and it too started to swell beyond his control, and then beyond any previous threshold. There were no throbs or pulses of blood filling it this time, but pure magic, swelling it up unnaturally huge. Moog still groaned constantly, gritting his teeth as his cock grew so large that it became almost puffy and just a little misshapen, a little bit thicker in the middle than the base and the head. Purely evil shadow magic was now enveloping his entire groin, and shifting around, soaking his genitals in the power, forcing them to swell painfully huge. The head of Moog's cock almost reached his neck. The demon women massaged, rubbing his massive balls and shaft around, working dark magic into it but also stimulating it. The one on her feet leaned down, and joined tongues with her kneeling sister, they moaned guttural groans into each other's mouths as their tongues played, and their hands continued to work into Moog's swollen sex organs. They broke off eventually and worked their heated tongues against Moog's shaft. Moog couldn't help the loud moan that tore out of his mouth. It felt so good in all the wrong ways. His legs shook. His mind raced. "More... more!" he cried out like the bitch that they had made him. Shadrene's control over him was complete, but of course that wasn't really a challenge with him, it always just took a little rubbing in the right spots, or a little licking. Shadrene grinned, and approached Moog. "I can give you all you want, lover," she purred, and began to lick his stomach and chest, Moog's gargantuan cock pressing against the side of her face, burning hot with dark magic. The demon sisters worked their tongues against his cock, massaging his balls together. They began to rumble. Shadrene knew very well what that meant, and she grinned and did something Moog had never experienced before. She reached around to his butt and jammed a few fingers up his ass. Moog had been pretty experienced in the ways of sex, even some of the more strange ways. This wasn't exactly a new sensation to him either, since one of those night elves did stick their tongue up his ass before, so he knew what that was like. He wasn't exactly into that sort of thing, himself. However, for some reason beyond all his control, he opened up fully, and painted the entire ceiling of Ragnaros' lair with a geyser of cum. Floods of cum poured down onto the foursome, knocking the demons to the ground. Shadrene stood there as torrents of cum poured down on her and her lover. She wasn't going to be knocked down by something as basic as this. Moog's spray continued, lessening considerably until it was just a series of non stop spurts, still as big as anything he had ever sprayed out in the past, firing off into the empty concave ground around him that once held the beginning of the lava river of Molten Core. Shadrene leaped up onto Moog, standing on his shoulders, and climbed down, lowering herself onto his gigantic cock as it continued to blast streams into her, which only entered her again but never filled her. The sisters climbed to their feet, giggling and panting with demonic lust, and started to work their magic into his balls again, keeping them from going empty. Shadrene rode his cock for a half hour. Moog no longer felt any sensation, and only hung in the air as this demonic arch slut rode him for a while. She was able to crank a few orgasms out for herself, as his cum never subsided, only spraying into her but still only disappearing as if she were a void. Shadrene decided that she would move on with her plan. She climbed off and let Moog spray uninterrupted throughout the room, his cum arcing through the air and splattering along the ground, gradually filling the stream around the center, thick pools of cum creeping down the stream's path. Moog kept spraying, not really feeling anything but the gush of cum firing through his cock. He just hung around there with nothing else to do. The demon women kept working on his groin, forcing him to produce the constant blasts of cum, recreating the molten river according to Shadrene's new plan of world domination. Shadrene laid herself down in a nearby depth of the cum, part of the stream now filled. She waded around, drinking it up into her mouth, rubbing it into her pussy, writhing around in some sort of demonic pleasure that Moog couldn't understand. A day passed. Shadrene had left the room, and the demon "daughters" had begun to tire, but continued to work his poor nuts. The river of cum had flowed past the room and started to fill the empty cavern river. Moog had fallen asleep and woke up to find that he was still being farmed for his cum, and eventually Shadrene had reentered the room, this time with new demon women. She spoke in some demonic tongue, and the two tired daughters finally retired from their all night work, trudging exhaustedly to the sperm river, throwing themselves into it and moaning contentedly. They were replaced by three more. More days passed, and this repeated, new daughters were constantly brought in, his cum spraying out all day long. The cave eventually began to glow a sort of darkened white as the massive river of cum was filled waist high. Their magic seemed to maintain him in all other ways. He was able to sleep, and found that he had not had to eat at all. He was just being kept a prisoner. Moog gave up on escape. Only a dim spark of hope remained with him for someone to rescue him, but it was only a fantasy of his. Within a matter of weeks, the cave was filled with dancing naked demon women, and the river of cum had replaced Molten Core's previous lava glory. The shifts of demons never stopped working Moog's cock, him being the everlasting font of sperm to forge Shadrene's new demonic army. Lorgrah huffed. She was tired of sitting around Orgrimmar, waiting for these fools to hurry up and decide that it was time to strike. All of Azeroth had known for some time now that Molten Core had been taken over by a new force that was threatening to overrun the entire world. What seemed to be a non stop supply of demons poured out of the Blackrock Mountain and had even gotten as far as Stormwind, attacking it daily. Things were so bad that Onyxia herself had actually come out from her hiding in Stormwind to help fight the constant flood of demons. In fact, she was decorated with a few honors and medals from the alliance for her "bravery in combat," as they called it. Everyone had known and agreed that this new threat was to be taken care of. The only problem, as Lorgrah was stuck with at this moment, was that people were too busy collecting motes of fire and trying to get gold for flying mounts to bother actually fighting. She had joined a guild of adventurers who had promised her that they would soon be ready to taken on the new Molten Core. They just had to gather powerful gear from the Sunwell or Zul'Aman, things like that. Plus, everyone who was to join this fight on Molten Core had to go through an almost maddening series of quests that would reattune them. There were dungeon fights, collecting piles of this or that item from monsters in the world, paying gold for some supposedly important item, traveling back and forth between countries and worlds, and even one portion of a quest that required them to go without mounts. So many months had passed preparing the adventurers of Azeroth that eventually the untouched Blackrock Mountain had overflowed with cum, filling all of The Cauldron with it, drowning all the dwarves. People stopped visiting that part of the world, except for the few foolish people looking to farm thorium from the Burning Steppes, who only gave up after wading knee deep in pure uncut tauren semen. Many of the "daughters" of Shadrene and Moog had grown so powerful that they would just self destruct, dying essentially of boredom. Eventually, groups of adventurers were ready, and Lorgrah joined one of them. Of course, her horde raid had to hide from the alliance, who had no problem putting off their own raiding business to waste time fighting with the horde, only prolonging the time it would take to get their rewards out of their Molten Core adventures. Soon, the horde members had made it safely to the entrance. Their leader, a menacing orc that Lorgrah had not caught the name of, screamed at everyone to be ready, with the threat that they would be replaced if they "fucked this up for me." Demonic forces were fought through. Occasionally a mage would be killed instantly for one reason or another. Lorgrah looked over a cliffside, into the river. That white fluid... it couldn't be. No, definitely couldn't be, had to be something else. Now, a daughter named Groal stood before the horde raid, letting them prepare for their fight with her. The orc leader turned to his troops and shouted, "When she drops fire on the ground don't stand in it, I swear to god if you do you are fucking out, I don't give a shit who you are!" When they were ready, they charged her. Lorgrah shouted a battle cry. She felt Moog was somewhere in this cave, and she would get him back, no matter what had become of him. A minute later, the horde group was dead, and Groal returned to her throne, laughing to herself. It wasn't so much standing in the fire that had tripped them up, but the fact that she could hit these horde people harder than they could manage, and soon they all started to drop. The horde ghosts all ran from Thorium Point back into Blackrock, being screamed at by their commander the entire way. After a few more failed attempts, he gave up and left, returning to town, calling the raid group every curse word he could think of. A few other members of the raid tried to argue that the demon army was just too strong, too difficult to defeat, but that was only met with more screams from the commander. Eventually, half of the raid was yelling and arguing with the other half, stopped only as the raid disbanded quickly. Lorgrah returned to Orgimmar, sulking in disappointment. Maybe the alliance would rescue Moog for her. (To be continued.) |
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