Dad

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The Guild of Gamers: The Craftsman

Chapter 05: Dad

– Jessir Moonbow –

Waking up, she came to her senses as her hand rose to her bloated stomach. Flynn's loads were as large as he was, and her womb was well and truly filled with his cum from their multiple rounds. She felt her cheeks heat up at the fact that she had been the one to tap out despite her experience. Flynn had truly fucked her brains out, sending her into a pleasure coma as he'd railed her into the bed. 

Immediately, she knew that normal sex wasn't going to cut it anymore. She had always liked them big, but Flynn had ruined her for other men. The sound of sex made her sleepily sit up, expecting to see Arko getting her pussy destroyed by the mountain of muscle.

Instead, her eyes widened slightly in confusion at the sight of an unknown girl being pressed into the bed, golden eyes wide with shock as Flynn pounded into her lithe body. The girl had a pair of large curved horns, a long, thin tail wrapped around Flynn's waist and a pair of large wings that were trapped under her.

A succubus?! Wait, the one Arko said he'd captured, Flynn had freed her for a quick fuck? Jessir was almost insulted that she'd been found so wanting, but she froze as she examined the succubus more closely. She looked different than any succubus Jessir had slain; she even felt different.

It was almost like she lacked any fel taint.

"H-harder, Daddy, pound my tight demon pussy," the succubus moaned, making Jessir pause. Well, she still acted like a succubus, clawing at Flynn's back as best she could as she tried to wrap her arms around his massive chest.

Jessir watched as the succubus' stomach bulged with each thrust of Flynn's massive cock, but much to her irritation, the demon bitch seemed to be able to handle it better than her. This was the one who'd killed Trey, wasn't it?

"Was I that disappointing?" Jessir 'joked', making Flynn chuckle and spank her ass as she knelt next to him.

"Nah, it ain't like that. Can't blame you for passing out, but I have to say that night elf pussy is amazing," Flynn reassured her, making her smile even as she glared at the succubus trapped under him. "I couldn't sleep; too much going on in my head, so I decided to see how my cleansing had affected Rakaiah. She was being troublesome, so I offered her a brief time out of her gem if she behaved and let me run my tests. Her soul is still trapped inside it; don't worry."

"And she immediately tried to jump you?" Jessir asked, making him snort and nod. "You're not worried she's gonna twist your soul."

"Ha, my soul ain't so malleable. Oh, don't get me wrong, she tried to drain me, but in this state, she's nothing more than a powerless cocksleeve," Flynn said, slapping Rakaiah's breast as he spoke.

"Mhmm, I'm sorry, Daddy, but your energy was just too tempting for me to resist," Rakaiah moaned. "I wouldn't have taken too much; you're so big and powerful that I'd be nice and satisfied without even taking enough to hurt you~"

If Flynn really was a baby Titan, then he must be an all-you-can-eat buffet for demons. She almost feared what would happen if any of those blood elf junkies saw him.

"Feel free to punish your naughty little girl~ Discipline me harder. I can take it," Rakaiah moaned, her voice breathy but steady despite how Flynn rearranged her guts.

"Fuck her ass," Jessir said before she could stop herself, and even Rakaiah briefly paused as she looked down at where her stomach was bulging from how big Flynn was before she grinned.

"Yeah, Daddy, punish this naughty little succubus. Pound my tight little ass, reshape me and ruin me for other men," Rakaiah begged, watching as Flynn pulled back slowly, his cock slipping free with a pop. Rakaiah's pussy was already leaking his seed, so they'd been at this for a while. Flynn simply flipped her over, pulling her up onto her knees while pushing her upper body into the bed to make her arch her back. Despite the size of the cock that was about to be tearing up her backdoor, Rakaiah reached back and spread her cheeks for him, looking over her shoulder with a needy look. "Destroy my tiny little asshole, master, own my body like you do my soul."

Goddess, Succubi are freaks. 

Jessir bit her lip as she watched Flynn line himself up and grip her hips, pulling Rakaiah back onto his cock. He pulled her with such force that she impaled herself on his shaft, every inch of that massive staff filling Rakaiah's tight asshole. Rakaiah let out a lewd cry as Flynn split her ass in two, gripping the sheets as her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open.

"Fuck, Daddy, you're so fucking big~!" Rakaiah moaned, her tail thrashing around until Flynn gripped it and held it in place, the other hand spanking Rakaiah's ass harshly and making it jiggle. "My body is yours, Daddy. I can't go back~ I'm too addicted to your fat titan cock."

Rakaiah's horny words were only making Jessir's body ache for her turn, but she paused as she leaned up to Flynn and whispered a question in his ear. He snorted and nodded once, making her grin. 

Moving up the bed, she grabbed Rakaiah's horns and lifted her head up so Jessir could move in front of her. An order on her lips, she went to tell the slutty succubus to eat her out, but Rakaiah didn't need any encouragement as she latched onto Jessir's cum-stuffed pussy with ravenous hunger.

She knew fucking a succubus was a bad idea, but Flynn had her under control, and while this was Trey's killer… she approved of Flynn keeping her to experiment on. If she died, she'd just run back to the Twisting Nether. She deserved to lose her freedom. Jessir just wished the demonic whore was less happy about it as a sinfully long tongue explored her cunt. The horns were useful, letting Jessir hold on as Rakaiah ate her pussy with fervour, the entire bed shaking from the force behind Flynn's thrusts.

She was surprised that Rakaiah wasn't cumming until she realised something. Rakaiah was, the slut hadn't stopped cumming, her body shaking as Flynn forced climax after climax upon her. 

Jessir came as that unnaturally talented tongue explored her body, desperate for every single drop of Flynn's cum, and Flynn followed behind as he let out a bellow and slammed into Rakaiah, whose eyes snapped open in response to the anal creampie.

With one final scream, Rakaiah disappeared in a flash of light, a small gem falling to the bed where she had once been laid. Jessir went to speak, but Flynn simply grabbed her and pulled her under him, filling her once again.

– Rakaiah –

Flynn was more sneaky than he looked; what a cruel and cunning master she had~

He had been ripping away the fel that made her, but if he kept going, eventually she would have just died. How could someone survive most of their body being ripped away and changed into something else, after all?

If he wanted to keep his little pet experiment, he had to give her something new to replace what he had drawn out of her, and as she floated inside the gem, she smiled (metaphorically, given her lack of form).

He'd pumped so much of his thick, sticky energy into her body, flooding her with his essence in a way that no creampie could compare to. So much of her fel energy had been stripped away or purified into something else, something new, and now he'd just flooded her very being with his own energy. She wasn't kidding when she called him Daddy because she was becoming something new.

What that new thing was, she didn't know, but she knew that she'd gone from being just one of many succubi to something unique. The power inside her made her feel so strong, and she pouted at being sent away. Sure, he'd filled her up, but she wanted dessert as well~

– Flynn – Next Day –

As I finish off the cleansing pillar, I hear the door open. I don't need to turn around to work out who is behind me. 

"Hey, Lexy, something I can do for you?" I ask, putting my chisel back onto my belt and turning to the dragon queen. Despite my shortening of her name, Alexstrasza just gives me an amused look. She knows that I do respect her for her power and position, but formality just ain't me. "Is this about my old man?"

"Well guessed. You aren't aware of what he did, are you?" Alexstrasza asks, making me shake my head.

"No, but I'm guessing it was over-the-top and probably changed the fate of this world?" I ask, making her laugh grimly. It's either that, or he knocked Lexy up, and she wants child support. 

— Alexstrasza –

Flynn said that so casually; she got the feeling that his Titan father did things like this entirely too often. Jaina had mentioned his explanation about his family and how they couldn't go anywhere without changing that world's fate.

That must be especially true for his father, who he claimed was one of the strongest and oldest of their group. Jaina had gently interrogated him for more information, but Flynn was happy to talk about the others of his kind. Why wouldn't he be? It wasn't like they could do anything to someone who could wipe out an entire Dragonflight with such laughable ease.

"So, what'd the old bastard do this time?" Flynn asked, examining his pillar with a critical eye.

"Just a little bit of genocide!" Chromie added, making Alexstrasza jump and turn to give one of the few remaining Bronze Dragons an annoyed look. Chromie was good at going unnoticed, but Flynn just turned to the gnome with a curious look.

"Hm. Another dragon?" Flynn asked, making Alexstrasza nod.

"This is Chronormu, or Chromie as she prefers, one of the Bronze Dragonflight," Alexstrasza said, giving Chromie a warning look. 

"Ah, wait. Bronze Dragonflight were the Time Dragons, right? Lemme guess you tried to fix the mess Dad made when he threw me into this timeline, and he took it personally?" Flynn sighed. "He has a thing about groups that time-travel. Had to deal with a group called the Time Variance Authority when he was much younger, and now he has it out for groups like them. Seriously, trillions of years old, and he still holds a grudge. Lemme guess. This is the Sacred Timeline or whatever your equivalent is?"

So, other worlds had groups with a similar function to the Bronze Dragons? Chromie didn't seem surprised by Flynn's extremely accurate guess, nodding easily.

"We call it the Prime Timeline, but yup," Chromie admitted.

"And dad, being Dad, decided that instead of just… making a new timeline for my adventure, something as easy as breathing for him, he'd just throw me into said Prime Timeline, knowing it would anger the Bronze Dragons who would try to fix it," Flynn continued. "Giving him a reason to wipe them out. So, how did you survive?"

"I wasn't dumb enough to attack the guy who just shrugged off an attack from Nozdormu, the Aspect of Time, and when he turned to me, I asked him nicely not to kill me," Chromie admitted, making Flynn snort.

"Lemme take a wild guess. Every Bronze Dragon he spared happens to be female?" Flynn asked with an amused sigh.

Chromie paused for a moment before nodding.

"Well, it depends on your concept of alive. He turned Nozdormu into an egg," Chromie explained.

"I'd bet my hammer that Noz comes out female," Flynn said with a roll of his eyes. "So, how badly did he fuck things up?"

"Well, he kinda wiped out every other timeline and locked us to the present, so we can't time travel anymore," Chromie admitted.

"Of course he did," Flynn agreed with a tired sigh. He paused, rubbing his forehead before he looked up at the sky. "Oi, you old bastard, I know you're listening. Stop fucking with my adventure."

"Where's the respect? I kindly prevent some naughty lizards from erasing you from the timeline, and this is the thanks I get?" 

Alexstrasza jumped, turning with an attack ready, and she spotted a human male sitting on a bench in the corner of the room. The male was much shorter than Flynn, seeming utterly normal except for his admittedly very attractive looks and burning red eyes. Then, with no outward action from the man, power burst forth as he stopped hiding what he was.

Alexstrasza nearly collapsed, the sheer death coming from the figure completely overwhelming her. Chromie gasped, and she knew that this was even more power than Kuro had shown during his attack on the Bronze Dragons.

"Please, we both know they wouldn't have gone after me if you didn't go out of your way to fuck with them," Flynn snorted, unaffected by his father's presence. "Plus, all guild members have an immunity to being erased from time, so they couldn't have done anything anyway. Worst case, they'd have shunted me off to some alternate timeline."

"Meh. Noz had it coming. I fucking hate time-meddling assholes," Kuro waved away.

"Yeah, but you're a time-meddling asshole," Flynn pointed out. "And rein in the aura; you're fucking with my runes."

Kuro's immense power faded, letting Alexstrasza breathe again as she stared at the figure with no small amount of fear. Kuro didn't seem offended by his son's words, grinning at the insult.

"It's fine when I do it. I made this multiverse; I can fuck with it if I want," Kuro replied shamelessly. 

"Stop being such a baby. Why do I always feel like I'm the adult when I'm talking to you?" Flynn asked, flicking his father on the forehead. "Fix your fuck up. I'm certainly not cleaning up your messes."

"You are one of my messes, dipshit. Pft, fine. Not gonna let those time-meddling dickheads mess with your adventure, though," Kuro said with a shrug, clicking his fingers. Alexstrasza had no real power over time, but even she felt it as Kuro did something, Chromie collapsing to one knee as a wave of energy came from Kuro.

"Oi, Chromie. Tell Nozdormi that if she misbehaves again, I'm gonna spank her sexy little lizard ass," Kuro warned. "The original Prime Timeline sucked anyway; my version is way cooler."

Chromie tried to respond, but all that came out were exhausted pants. Not that Kuro seemed to care that she hadn't listened. 

"Anyway, I'm gonna go and fuck your mom and try to make a kid that isn't a disrespectful brat," Kuro taunted, making Flynn snort.

"How could any of us not be brats? We're half you," Flynn shot back, getting a proud look from his dad, who just waved lazily as he vanished. "Sorry about the old fucker. I'd say old age has made him grumpy, but from the stories Aunt Isis told me, he's always been a cunt."

"Is it smart for you to insult a being as strong as him?" Alexstrasza asked after a moment, making Flynn laugh.

"Dad has a skin thicker than dragon-hide; he ain't so easily insulted. Don't get me wrong, he'd punish anyone else, but Dad isn't gonna get sulky over some very accurate insults," Flynn laughed. "So, what'd the fucker do?"

Chromie took several deep breaths, looking up at Flynn. Her gnome visage made the sight even more ridiculous since she didn't even reach his waist.

"H-he just restored every timeline, just like that," Chromie explained, snapping her own fingers. "I can feel the rest of my Dragonflight, but I think he kicked them out of this timeline. I have my powers again, but I can't truly affect this timeline; I doubt any of us can."

"Sounds about right. Sorry about him; like I said, he really doesn't like groups that try to stop him from meddling with time. The worst part? He's totally capable of altering time in a way that you guys wouldn't notice, thinking I was always supposed to be here, but he just finds it funnier to do it this way," Flynn explained, going back to the pillar with a sigh as he got to work fixing several overloaded runes.

"Nozdormi?" Alexstrasza asked, making Chromie nod. Looks like Flynn was right. How this would affect things, she couldn't even begin to guess, but at least the Bronze Dragons were back, in a fashion.

Most of her kind was currently panicking over the destruction of an entire Dragonflight, and while the restoration was likely to lessen it… she doubted many Dragons were going to be willing to come out of hiding and into the mortal world for a long time after the realisation of just how vulnerable they truly were.

"I need to talk to my people and find out what else has changed," Chromie said, giving her a slight bow as Alexstrasza nodded back. "Thank you, Flynn. You have no idea what this means to my people."

"Don't worry about it, Chromie. Hopefully, the old fucker will take the hint and stay out this time," Flynn snorted, still focused on fixing his pillar. Chromie reached out, and Flynn watched curiously as the pillar started to glow slightly as Chromie reverted its time back to before the meeting, the runes that had seemed to burn out repaired. "Heh, nice trick. Probably saved me a couple of hours' work. Don't suppose you're looking for a job; I can think of plenty of uses for a time dragon in my future workshop."

Chromie gave him a grin, not offended at the idea of being used to help speed up Flynn's forging. Something told Alexstrasza that if Flynn saw her using her fire breath, he'd probably just wonder how well she could heat up his forge. 

"For once, I don't know what the future holds, so I'll keep your offer in mind once you've got set up in Andorhal," Chromie said with a grin, waving as she seemed to vanish with a popping sound. Alexstrasza had seen the Bronze Dragons enough to know that Chromie had just jumped timelines again, going to meet with the rest of her kind.

Something clattered to the floor, making Flynn blink as he reached down and picked it up. Looking it over, Alexstrasza moved closer, and her eyebrows rose at the sight of the bronze dragon horn. It was just radiating temporal magic, more than any normal bronze dragon would have. Flynn put it into what seemed to be a dimensional inventory, a grin on his lips.

A peace offering from Nozdormi? Or she supposed it could have been Soridomi's, but she couldn't think of any other Bronze Dragon who would be strong enough for the horn to belong to.

"So, was that everything? I wanna get this pillar perfect before we head back to Felwood," Flynn explained, and she gave the large man a grateful smile. She hadn't known what to expect from discussing his father's actions, but this really was the best-case scenario.

"Almost. Do you truly believe you can deal with the Scourge in the Plaguelands?" Alexstrasza asked, making him pause.

"I know it ain't gonna be easy or pretty, but yeah. Once I have Andorhal secured, I'm gonna make a massive cleansing pillar to heal the desecration of Plaguelands," Flynn explained. "Anti-undead wards can be raised over the city itself and expanded as I push the Scourge out of Lordaeron. For now, I'll settle for pushing them back into Northrend."

Flynn sounded confident that he could do what he claimed, and in any other situation, she would claim he was mistaken. But then… she'd just seen an example of how strong his kind could be, hadn't she?

"The existence of the Scourge is an affront to me, the Aspect of Life. If you truly manage to drive back the undead and cleanse the land of their taint, you will have my gratitude," Alexstrasza said. "But you realise that you will likely enflame the war by doing so? The Forsaken will not take you cleansing the land kindly, even if they hate the Scourge almost as much as I do."

"That's the undead who fight for the Horde, right?" Flynn asked, getting a nod. "Hm, they're close to Andorhal then?"

"Their capital is in the Undercity, beneath the ruins of Lordaeron City. Their leader, Slyvanas Windrunner, will see your actions as aggression. You may not be part of the Alliance, but with the Night Elves aiding you, it will seem to her as an act of war," Alexstrasza explained. "Even if that alone does not lead to war, the Plaguelands being cleared for rehabilitation again will undoubtedly cause a rush for the land."

"For the Forsaken, I can probably deal with them. Fleshcrafting them some new bodies should be payment enough, returning them to life," Flynn said casually. "As for the land? Fuck it, I'll take it for myself. Can't have a rush for free land if I keep the land for myself."

"You think you can hold off the Horde and the Alliance? Tyrande will not wage war on you, but she cannot control the other Alliance races," Alexstrasza pointed out.

"You underestimate how greedy my family can be. We never let go of anything we get our grubby hands on," Flynn laughed, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Yeah, that'd do it. Once I claim the city, I'll just fleshcraft a new race to inhabit it. Should help with the resource gathering since people are smarter than golems."

It was becoming increasingly clear that she was consistently underestimating him. Never before had there been a more clear sign of his Titan nature than the phrase 'I'll just fleshcraft a new race'. 

How would a new race change the political landscape? She couldn't even begin to guess. What she did know was that this new race would have access to Flynn's crafting and wards, making them a force to be reckoned with.

"An audacious plan. If you don't tread carefully, you could find yourself being assaulted by the Horde, Alliance and Scourge at once," Alexstrasza pointed out, making him nod with a grin on his face.

"All I want is to master my craft, but for that, I need resources. If any of the factions choose to stand in the way of my ambition, I'll walk right over them," Flynn swore. "I don't want a war with the Alliance or the Horde, but if they come swinging at me, I'll hit back… and I hit hard."

She had no love for the Horde, not after her enslavement at the hands of the Dragonmaw Orcs, but she'd rather not see all-out war break out. Still, she had the feeling it would be important to keep an eye on Flynn.

"I cannot assist you with the cleansing of Andorhal. As the Aspect, I am simply too powerful, and my actions can cause large waves," Alexstrasza explained, making him look at her curiously. "But this is a cause that I believe is worthy of the Red Dragonflight's aid. The Scourge have threatened the living for long enough."

Sending out a mental message, she watched as one of her kin teleported to them. In the form of a red-haired human, Keristrasza appeared in the room.

"You called for me, Queen Alexstrasza?" Keristrasza asked, making her nod.

"I have a task for you, Keristrasza. This is Flynn, and I wish for you to assist him in his current goal. He seeks to cleanse the Plaguelands of the undead rot, starting with Andorhal. You will aid him," Alexstrasza ordered, sending a mental message to her servant at the same time. 

Flynn was an anomaly, a giant that would shake the world with each of his steps. She wanted to make sure that those steps didn't drown the world in war, and keeping one of her loyal children by his side would aid with that.

"A bold plan; you must be talented if Queen Alexstrasza believes it doable," Keristrasza said, turning to Flynn. "It is a pleasure, Flynn, and it'd be my honour to help you burn the Scourge away."

"Heh, the pleasure's all mine, Keri," Flynn said, offering his hand to her. Keri didn't seem to mind the shortening of her name, but Alexstrasza had given her child an idea of what to expect from the giant. After all, he was a man who immediately shortened Alexstrasza, Aspect of Life and Queen of All Dragons to 'Lexy'.

Keri started to question Flynn on his plans, the pair chatting as they got to know one another, and Alexstrasza smiled slightly. Flynn had joked about his father sparing the female bronze dragons, but she suspected that he took after his father in that way, given the life she could sense growing in Jessir Moonbow's womb. 

She had not ordered Keri to seduce Flynn, nor would she make one of her Flight do such a thing, but as the pair chatted, she secretly smirked. She wouldn't need to; she knew Keri's preferences in mates, and she knew Flynn found her attractive. Keri may take on a human form instead of a high elf visage, but they shared many similarities, including figure.

As they chatted, she wondered what kind of child would be born from a Red Dragon and a Baby Titan. Giving Flynn a look, she briefly wondered what kind of child would be born from a Baby Titan and an Aspect of Life, but she suspected she would not need to wonder for long.

– Flynn –

Getting a Dragon ally was a good step. Dragons are beings of incredible magic; it's why they make such good materials. Keri seems smart, and she clearly has a tactical mind as she helped fill in some gaps that I didn't know about the Plaguelands.

Alexstrasza left us, thanking me for dealing with Daddy dearest, but Keri remained as I explained my plans for both the Plaguelands and the Felwood. The Felwood will be my testing grounds for purging Fel.

My experiments with Rakaiah have helped me learn a lot about how Fel functions and how I can purify it, so I believe that my current version of the cleansing pillar will work.

The undead desecration and corruption won't be hard to deal with. I'm far more familiar with necromancy than I am fel, after all. Keri informed me about the Plague Cauldrons, which the Scourge use to continue spreading their corruption, but I've dealt with it worse. 

"So, how are you planning to get that thing to Felwood?" Jessir asks, making me grin at her and Arko. We're heading back today because they don't want to give the Shadow Council any chance to recover from me blowing up Shadowhold, and I'm finished with my part.

I just pat the giant pillar, and they gasp as it vanishes. I guess there's a difference between knowing that I have a pocket dimension and seeing me put a massive pillar of enchanted stone into it.

As we chat, I can see the tension on Arko's face, patting her on the shoulder. She's nervous to be going back, but eager to deliver some vengeance on her captors. Well, the allies of her captors since I killed the rest. 

Tyrande is speaking with a squad of Sentinels, and I spot Jaina and Keri talking to Alexstrasza as we prepare to set off. Tyrande wants to have the cleansed forest secured the moment the remnants of the Shadow Council, demons and corrupted creatures have been dealt with, to avoid the Horde pushing in.

Pia squawks happily at the sight of me, making me walk up and pet the giant Roc. She's enjoyed her time here, mostly because the seas have plenty of prey for her to hunt. I zone out during Tyrande's speech to her sentinels, fussing over Pia until it's time to set off.

Alexstrasza herself isn't coming along because, as she said, she's too damn strong. When an Aspect moves, people have to pay attention. Still, it'll be nice to see Keri in action before we head over to Andorhal. 

Me? I'm just itching to beat something to death with my hammer. 

— Bonus Scene — Xavathras

As the forces from the Shadow Council arrived, he scowled to himself. 

He had nothing but disdain for the fools, but if their spies were right, the night elves were about to make their move to cleanse his hard work and remove the Fel-taint from the forest. The barely-dressed warlock went to speak with the last member of their little alliance, and Xavathras scoffed. As Assumi spoke with the clearly mad Forsaken, Winna, Xavathras considered killing them before he stopped.

He and his Satyr brethren were all that was needed to deal with this 'Flynn'. He would avenge Prince Xavalis and crush Flynn with his own hammer when he came to cleanse the forests and, by extension, the Moonwell that he had spent so long corrupting.

He cared not for the Shadow Council's desire to capture Flynn alive, and the moment they stopped being useful, Assumi and Winna would die. Pausing, he glanced at Assumi's barely covered body, the incredible curves fighting against her revealing dress; he changed his mind. Winna would die, but Assumi still has some use.