Teldrassil

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Betad by Mike God of Lore, Malcolm Tent, Beans, Marethyu, Priapus, Old man of the mountain

The Guild of Gamers: The Craftsman

Chapter 04: Teldrassil

– Tyrande Whisperwind –

She finished the negotiations for Flynn's assistance in cleansing the Felwood as a test and then cleansing Teldrassil itself. If his pillars proved as effective at dealing with Fel corruption as he believed, she would be left with a newfound respect for the large man.

He was wiser than he appeared, but his desires and ambitions were extremely simple. He simply wished to learn about the various materials unique to Azeroth and see what techniques their craftsmen had developed over their long history. He was not enticed by wealth, except as a method of getting better materials or fame.

He was a man wholly dedicated to his craft.

His payment for the commission was to be a selection of rare resources that she could get a hold of as the leader of the Kaldorei. She would supply the materials needed to make these pillars, which mostly consisted of very good quality stone and gems (which she could easily acquire from her dwarven allies), and get him a large sample of the many rare and unique materials that could be found across Azeroth.

Elune was pleased, although the Goddess still remained elusive on what she was planning. Tyrande knew better than to try and push Elune for answers, sensing her seemingly constant amusement and pleasure as the Night Elves formed a business relationship with Flynn.

She would also help him get the materials he needed to start to fortify Andorhal after he and her Sentinels cleared it of the undead. It was still an extremely audacious plan, but as she spoke to Flynn about his plans, she realised he was not going into this out of naivety. There was a keen tactical mind behind those eyes, and he spoke of his experience with the undead growing up as the son of this 'Kuro', the multiverse's greatest necromancer.

By Flynn's explanation, Kuro could (and had) wiped out entire worlds stronger than Azeroth in a single spell, turning them all into undead in an instant. Arthas, for all his power, was an incompetent acolyte in the necromantic arts by comparison. Kuro was only one of these multiversal beings, though one of the strongest. It made their war against the Burning Legion seem small, though no less dire. 

Flynn knew of wards that could repel the undead, and highly effective creations against them. His expertise in dealing with necromancers meant that he might very well be able to pull off his desire to cleanse the entire Plaguelands, and that would change things. Even if he couldn't stop the Scourge, pushing them back to Northrend would lessen the threat considerably. Perhaps they could even make a push into Northrend itself and push the Scourge to Icecrown, trapping them within it. 

The cleansed land would cause a rush; neither the Alliance nor the Horde would be able to ignore the suddenly-viable-again land in a world they were already fighting over. The Forsaken would take this cleansing poorly; she could already tell that. Sylvanas would see him cleansing the land and making it inhospitable to the Undead as a declaration of war. She'd told Flynn this, seeing him pause. He'd simply said to leave it to him, which was oddly worrying, but the Forsaken were part of the Horde, and they were already at war.

It might heat up the conflict, but this could also badly weaken the Horde, so as the leader of an Alliance race, she found herself caught between trying to keep the war on the colder side or taking the chance to weaken their enemies. Flynn had had the gall to scold her for allowing the orcs to log her sacred forests, and despite it not being so simple, she could not entirely refute his words. Not when she could sense Elune's displeasure at the mention of the Warsong lumber camp.

One thing stood out, though. If Flynn truly could cleanse the Fel corruption, that would be something that both the Alliance and the Horde would be very interested in. It was good fortune that had landed Flynn so close to Arko'Narin (or perhaps not, as Flynn believed that his father had deliberately sent Flynn to Shadow Hold). She had a chance to gain Flynn's services, if not his loyalty, something that could greatly benefit the Alliance and maybe finally let them start to turn the tide against both the Legion and the Horde if they took offence.

Elune sent her a pleased sensation, a shudder running through her body. Elune believed this was the correct path, so as the High Priestess, she could only follow it.

– Jessir Moonbow –

"You really think this is gonna help cleanse the Felwood? The Emerald Circle druids have been trying to do that for years," Jessir asked, watching the mountain of muscle carve the giant pillar with interest. She was no craftswoman herself, but she couldn't deny that watching Flynn work was interesting.

Mostly because he was only wearing dark leather pants and a leather apron, his bulging muscles on display as she licked her lips. Arko blushed, enjoying the show herself. 

"That's what I'm hoping to find out," Flynn replied. "I've dealt with demonic corruption before. You gotta know how to cleanse that shit if you wanna use demons as power sources, and my old forge was powered by the trapped soul of an infernal beast. This Fel shit is new to me, but it ain't that different. Might have to play around with the runes a little, but I'll work it out."

They were heading back to Felwood soon, which made her smile. The plan was for Flynn to start work on cleansing the forests and then for the Sentinels to deal with the bastards spreading it. After Arko's imprisonment and torture at the hands of the Shadow Council, she was ready to return every injury they'd inflicted on her friend a dozenfold. Arko was nervous, but culling the demons, especially the Satyrs, would help her friend regain her confidence.

This corrupted part of Ashenvale would be returned to Kaldorei hands, secured so the Horde and Legion alike found themselves unwelcome in its groves. Flynn was a game-changer. She might not be a leader herself, but she could tell Tyrande and her advisors were very interested in what Flynn had to offer.

"So, how does it work?" Jessir asked, making Flynn grin. He liked it when people took an interest in his work.

"It's real simple, never liked overcomplicated shit. The pillar will draw in the corruption from the surrounding area, storing it in specially prepared gemstones. Then, since that shit has to go somewhere, the gems will slowly convert the corruption into raw, untainted mana. As for the mana? I'm gonna make these pillars make mana stones, a kind of solidified magicka. Never let anything go to waste."

She had no idea what you could use mana stones for, but that was something for the mages to work out. She knew Lady Tyrande was calling in some expert to look into Flynn's runes for the gem that the Dreadlord was sealed in so that expert would probably help work out the pillars as well.

"But first, I need to work out the right runes to convert Fel energy into raw mana. Gathering all the Fel corruption into one place, without a plan to deal with it, is how you get all manners of problems. I've seen enough of this shit to understand that," Flynn rumbled, rubbing his bearded chin. "It's good to learn before I turn Banehorn or whatever he was called into my new forge. He's got a powerful soul, gonna make some good flames."

The fact that Flynn looked at a Dreadlord and went, 'Yeah, you'll make a good forge', was far too amusing for her. It was an ignoble end, enslaved and turned into a tool. Still, she was glad he was taking things seriously; the idea of Banehollow escaping was a worrying one.

"So, you're sticking around Felwood and Teldrassil for a while then?" Arko asked, making him nod.

"I was planning on heading straight to Andorhal and checking out the situation over there, but I've been commissioned and plan to stick around until the job is done. Tyrande is getting me some good materials to speed up the rebuilding of Andorhal, plus some stuff to help me prepare for the cleansing of the city. Gonna make building my workshop much easier," Flynn explained with an excited grin. 

She shared a look with Arko, getting a nod in return. The plan hadn't changed. When Flynn went to the Plaguelands, they were going with him.

"You're welcome to stay at my place for as long as you need," Jessir offered, getting a grateful smile. 

"'ppreciate it, Jess," Flynn said, making her nod with a small smile. She was going to climb that man like a tree. Arko rolled her eyes with a slight blush, seeing Jessir's thirst but Jessir just shrugged shamelessly. She was a size queen; what could she say?

For now, she let him work as he used the trapped succubus as part of his experiments, draining the Fel energy from her so he could try and cleanse it. She had to wonder what that felt like for the captured demon, she hoped it hurt.

– Rakaiah –

O-oh fuck~

Trapped inside the gemstone, her very soul was exposed to her captor as he tore her energy away, the violation more personal than sex could ever hope to be. She felt everything, the way he was altering and changing her very essence, eyes rolling back in her head (metaphorically, as she had neither eyes nor a head at the moment).

Please, Daddy, keep going, violate my very soul and bend me to your will~

– Jaina Proudmoore –

As the ruler of Theramore, she was a very busy woman. There was always more to do, and very little could get her to drop her duties. The word from Teldrassil was one of those things.

When Alexstrasza herself requested your time, even a ruler had to make time to at least hear the Dragon Queen out. What she heard made her place her duties in the hands of her admittedly capable advisors as she made preparations to travel to Teldrassil and meet this Flynn.

A baby titan and the destruction of an entire Dragonflight alone would be a rather large discovery, but between his capture of a Dreadlord, potentially giving them a way to finally make a dent in the Legion's forces, his claims of being able to fully clear the Fel corruption, which was so common throughout Azeroth, and finally his plans to cleanse and reclaim the Plaguelands, she knew this was something she had to deal with herself. Aegwynn could handle Theramore for a time, even if Aegwynn was very curious about Flynn's claims herself.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Tyrande said gracefully, making Jaina smile at her fellow ruler.

"Given the stories I've heard and the request of Alexstrasza herself, I'd be a fool to put this off," Jaina said with a soft smile. "If this Flynn is correct in his claims, we're looking at a way to finally start to reclaim our world from the Legion. For that, I can make some time from my busy schedule," she half-joked, smiling at the Night Elf.

"Indeed, my own plans were quite thoroughly disrupted by Flynn's arrival. I can't say I mind, not when Elune herself seems so hopeful of Flynn's ambitions," Tyrande explained, getting a raised eyebrow. She wasn't so familiar with the Night Elf Goddess, but any plan that got Divine approval must have potential. "Did Alexstrasza explain Flynn's plans?"

"She did, if you mean the cleansing of the Plaguelands and claiming of Andorhal," Jaina agreed, a frown touching her lips. Andorhal, where it had all begun. She still remembered arriving at the devastated city by Arthas' side. She never thought she'd go back there.

It had been the grain from Andorhal that had spread the plague across Lordaeron, the tainted grain causing the downfall of the entire kingdom. It felt right that Andorhal would be the first place to be truly reclaimed if Flynn's plan was truly viable.

She would go with them; she had to. It was a chance to make up for one of her biggest failures. 

She was well aware of the chaos that would start if Lordaeron was truly cleansed, the tainted land made liveable again. She knew the Forsaken would fight the cleansing, and the Horde and Burning Legion would try to take the territory for themselves. However, this wasn't enough to make her want to try to deter this plan.

"It's a plan that would have seemed impossible, but I suppose that is what happens when you have a Titan, even a young one, wandering Azeroth. The impossible becomes all too real," Tyrande said, a small frown on her face. "I gave Flynn a room near my temple to work, so he isn't far. He'll be moving to the Felwood soon to test his Fel-cleansing pillars."

"I'll go with him, of course. I'd be hard-pressed to find a part of the world that isn't corrupted in some way; if he can truly cleanse Felwood, then we may be able to stem the slow spread of corruption across Azeroth," Jaina said, optimism mixed with caution in her tone. 

Tyrande gave her a smile, leading her through Teldrassil as they headed towards Flynn's temporary workshop. Alexstrasza had described Flynn as looking like a human male but 'large'. She had pictured a seven-foot-tall man, and as her neck strained to look up at him, she realised that she had vastly underestimated his size as he paused his chiselling. 

The stone pillar he was carving into was almost twice her size, and Flynn was working on the top without needing any assistance, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. He was easily ten feet tall, maybe eleven, and his build made orc warriors seem scrawny. 

"Tyrande, is this your expert? I can sense the magic coming from her," Flynn asked, his voice deep but cheerful as he gave them a smile.

"It is. Flynn, this is Lady Jaina Proudmoore, Ruler of Theramore and a very talented mage. She's here to double-check the sealing method you used on Banehollow and the cleansing runes you are working on," Tyrande introduced, making Jaina give the large man a smile. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Flynn," Jaina said, approaching as she held out her hand. His much larger one took it, shaking it very incredibly gently. She supposed when he was that big and no doubt equally strong; he had to treat people with a certain degree of tenderness. His grip didn't hurt, so he was well aware of his strength. "I have to admit, word of your creations came as quite the surprise. You've been here for such a short time and might have reshaped the world already."

"Heh, it's a family trait," Flynn laughed. "None of us can go anywhere without changing things, and not always for the better. Here's hoping the waves I cause only drown the Burning Legion and that fucking poser of a lich king."

Alexstrasza had explained that Flynn seemed almost insulted by the title Arthas had claimed, something about his father being an immensely powerful necromancer. 

"Will you two be okay? I have a meeting coming up soon, preparing for the cleansing of Felwood," Tyrande asked, making Jaina nod easily. She could imagine how much preparation they must be making. 

"Of course, thank you for taking the time to guide me," Jaina said with a smile, turning back to the giant of a man. He was radiating magic, but not in the way of an Archmage. It was like he was made of pure mana.

Tyrande left them, Flynn taking a seat as he pulled out the two gemstones. Immediately, she could feel the wrongness emanating from one of them, the red gem holding a swirling, angry black mist within. The smaller gem seemed far more sedate, the purple mist moving far slower.

Despite the wrongness and the way it was slimy to touch as she took it from him, she could tell that it wasn't actually leaking anything. The Fel within was very much sealed despite the way the Dreadlord seemed to be fighting its bindings.

"The runes are fascinating. Are they from your world?" Jaina asked, curious where Flynn had come from. Was there another world where his kind and his family lived?

"These ones aren't; it's a runic language my sister made for her own rituals. It's good at dealing with demons since she had to deal with them a lot when she was on her own adventure. You kinda remind me of her, to be honest," Flynn said, making her smile slightly. "Noire's the Planeswalker and one of the best mages I've ever met. She might actually be better than Dad at most magic. Noire takes her studies seriously," Flynn laughed.

"The Planeswalker?" Jaina asked, making him blink.

"Oh right, we all tend to have a title, except the old man and the other founders. I'm The Craftsman, my mother is The Craftswoman. My favourite brother is the Tamer, and he has monsters under his control that could eat this entire plane. Noire is one of the older and stronger members of our family," Flynn explained, making her nod with wide eyes.

So, each of his kind had their own 'domain'? He was essentially a God of Crafting.

"I can teach it to you; if you're half as smart as you look, I doubt it'll take long," Flynn offered, making her smile up at him for the offer.

"Your sister won't mind?" Jaina asked, very much not interested in having the Titan equivalent of an Archmage take offence and pay them a visit.

"Nah, she's all about spreading knowledge. If anything, she'll be smug that her runic system is still one of the best," Flynn laughed. "Besides, how else are you guys gonna be reassured that this little bastard ain't going nowhere but my forge if you don't understand the runic language I used?"

They moved to a more comfortable location, Flynn starting his explanation of the runes. It became immediately apparent that he was smart, well-read and magically educated as he explained that he'd apprenticed under several different masters, practising various forms of magical crafting such as Alchemy, Runes, Warding and others. Noire didn't tolerate stupidity, and his sister was a harsh teacher, according to him, though he said it with a grin.

The runic language was surprisingly simple for such an effective form of enchanting, which told her a lot about the skill of this Noire. Flynn explained that Noire had made several, and this was the simplest, made to be taught to her apprentices before they were ready for the 'good' stuff. 

Still, she found herself somewhat sure of two things. Whatever was sealed inside the gem would not be able to get out without outside help. If they tossed Banehollow into some storeroom and forgot about him, he'd rage against his bindings forever, and to free the captive, whoever had the gem would need an understanding of the runic language to have a chance. She probably couldn't safely do it, even with Flynn's admittedly fascinating explanations.

The gem was basically boobytrapped; attempting to undo the bindings without knowing what you were doing would cause the soul within to be shredded, according to Flynn's flowery explanation. 

"You truly mean to turn the Dreadlord into a forge?" Jaina asked, making him nod before he paused.

"If I can't get my hands on that Ragnaros guy first. He sounds like he'd make a better one, but Boneholder will make a fine energy source to keep my forge burning," Flynn explained. "Don't worry, I know how to make the flames cleanse his corruption. It's… not going to be pleasant for him, but he's got enough energy to keep my forge burning for centuries."

He explained his mother's methods. She summoned demons that made the Dreadlords seem cuddly for the sole purpose of binding them into artefacts or gems to use as energy sources. Her own forge was powered by an infernal demon so powerful that its mere presence caused the entire plane it was on to burn to ash, and now it had been reduced to powering a Titan's forge. 

It was another reason to go to Andorhal with him, to ensure the creation of his own Hellforge went well. She could see why Tyrande and Alexstrasza were interested in his art. This was a chance to get the aid of a Titan in their seemingly endless war. Could he eventually bind Sargeras and end the threat of the Legion?

Away from the responsibilities of Theramore, she found herself enjoying his company, his tales of other worlds and his explanations of the runic system (even giving her a starter tome that Noire had given to all her apprentices). It was nice to focus on magic instead of politics, even if she could see the political nightmare approaching if Flynn actually managed to cleanse the Plaguelands. 

How would the Horde react? She could only guess. Thrall wanted peace between the Horde and Alliance, but even he would admit that, Warchief or not, he didn't have complete control of the Horde. Slyvanas would not take the cleansing of Lordaeron lying down, and if the Forsaken went to war against Flynn, the Horde might be forced to follow.

A secret part of her whispered that it would help ensure Flynn allied with the Alliance, but she silenced it.

She just hoped Slyvanas's hatred of the Scourge surpassed her hatred of the living.

– Flynn –

Jaina is cute; she really does remind me of Noire, but she's far less domineering than my big sis. I can sense her magical potential; I'm not surprised that Tyrande trusts her to check my work.

Arriving back at Jessir's place, I give the pair a smile as I enter. Arko perks up seeing me. I think the upcoming massacre in Felwood is gonna be good for her confidence because while she's more relaxed now that she's home, she's still very much not okay.

"Had fun?" Jessir asks with a light smirk, making me laugh.

"I always have fun when I'm crafting; you gotta love your trade if you want to truly excel," I say with a grin. "Looks like we're heading back to Felwood soon. I'm pretty sure I worked it out, but I need to test it properly. Pulling the Fel out of the Succubus isn't enough; in the woods, it's going to be harder since it has had time to get into the very roots."

"Ready when you are. I've got some unfinished business with the demons anyway," Jessir agrees, a fierce smile on her lips. Arko nods in agreement, fist clenching. "How is Olympia?"

"She's good. There's some big fish nearby and I've let her go and do some hunting. Tyrande arranged for her to be able to come and go as she pleases," I say with a grin. Pia is immortal as long as I don't die. Kaito bound her to my soul, so I don't mind letting my mount wander.

Settling in, I chat with the pair for a while, but I have to be up fairly early tomorrow and I can be responsible sometimes as I bid them goodnight and head to the guest room. I'm a little big for the furniture, but Jessir told me to just get rid of the bed and make my own if I wanted; it's nice to have a girl who gets you.

I hear the pair get ready for bed, Arko sharing Jessir's bed. Arko has her own house, but it only has one bedroom, and Arko doesn't want to be alone. I get the feeling this isn't the first time they've shared a bed.

Lying in bed, I chuckle at the sound of quiet footsteps, watching the door open as Jessir slips into the room. Dressed in just a flimsy white nightie, she gives me a grin as she sees that I'm still awake.

"Did I ever properly thank you for saving Arko and avenging Trey?" Jessir asks, prowling towards the bed with a hungry look in her eyes.

"Heh, you sure you wanna do this, Jess?" I ask, making her raise an eyebrow challengingly. Removing the sheet from my body, her eyes widen as she spots my already-hard cock. I can see the mental calculations as she tries to work out if she can take it; the difference between our sizes has never been more apparent.

Night Elf girls are taller than human ones, and Jessir is around seven feet tall. I'm eleven. She's slim; I'm built like a fucking tank. She smirks, pushing her nightie off her shoulders as the moonlight illuminates her light-pink body, petite breasts topped with darker pink nipples, which are already hard from her anticipation. The dripping slit between her legs seems ill-suited for what's about to happen, but I just give her a challenging smirk as she prowls towards me and climbs onto the bed.

She crawls over me, pausing as she reaches my cock. Grasping it with one hand, her fingers don't touch as she wraps them around it, and she holds her other arm next to it, comparing the two. I can see the doubt in her eyes as she leans down and gently licks her way from the base of my cock all the way to the tip. 

Taking the tip into her mouth, she swirls her tongue around the bulbous head as she makes eye contact with me, bright green eyes staring into mine as she tries her best to service my manhood. She's never dealt with one as big as mine; that much is clear, but she gives it her best effort. 

I could tell her that Noire enchanted me to be able to fit no matter how tight the hole, my time with her was fun. I miss Megumin. I don't tell her, enjoying the way she makes sure my cock is utterly slathered in her spit before she moves back and takes a deep breath.

Shifting further up, she lifts her hips as she lines herself up, rubbing the thick tip of my cock against her soaked pussy lips, her eyes wide as she sees how big it looks right next to the slit that's about to take every last inch (whether she knows it or not).

"Fuck," Jessir mumbles before she takes a deep breath, feeling my hands on her hips. "Here goes…"

Pushing down, she watches with wide eyes as the tip sinks into her tight depths, a low moan leaving her as I grope her curvy pink ass, watching her slowly sink down onto my cock. Inch by inch, the massive phallus slides into her warm, wet cunt. 

"O-oh Elune," Jessir whimpers, seeing the way her stomach is starting to bulge and deform, the outline of my cock obvious to see. Grabbing her hips, her eyes widen at the grin on my lips. "W-wait-"

I don't.

With a single movement, I push her down as her eyes widen in shock and confusion, a squeal of pleasure leaving her as she is filled as no other man could fill her. Her mouth hangs open, eyes wide as they start to roll back.

I'm not a patient man, so I flip us over and hover over her, pulling back before I slam forward and sheathe my entire length into her a second time. Her arms wrap around my body as best they can, clawed nails digging into my back and sides as she clings to me for dear life.

"O-oh fuck, oh merciful Elune," Jessir whimpers as I start to pound her, the bed shaking from the force behind my thrusts. If it wasn't for the enchantment, Jessir may just die from this, but Noire is my favourite sister for a reason.

Huh, is it sacrilege to call Elune's name during this kind of thing? The moonlight shining in through the window seems to shine brighter, illuminating the naked elf beneath me, so I just shrug and get to work ruining Jessir.

– Elune –

She smiled, watching one of her children repeatedly take the giant's sizeable length into her body, her plans coming to fruition. The moon shone brighter, making Tyrande wonder what had her so happy.

She knew the fate of this world, her mind having seen far too much when the Dark One had come to teach the Dragons not to try to erase his son. She had seen the flames engulf Teldrassil, among many other terrible deeds, but it could be avoided.

Flynn was not bound by the fate of this world; his every action sent ripples through the timeline, changing events that had been set in stone. He represented a new path, a better way for her children. 

So, she needed to ensure her children benefited from that potential.

Shining upon the pair, she smiled softly as she made sure Jessir was nice and fertile. Really, wasn't creating life another form of crafting? This was a nice start.

– Arko'narin –

Peeking through the gap, the door cracked open just a little; she gasped as she watched Jessir get fucked. The entire bed shook, Jessir's stomach bulging with each powerful thrust, Flynn's massive cock reshaping her best friend's hole.

Jessir was barely conscious; eyes rolling back in her skull as a mixture of lewd moans and sinful pleas left her. 

"Oh, Elune!" Jessir screamed as she clawed at the sheets, tearing them as Flynn took her from behind, his massive body shadowing Jessir.

Arko bit her lower lip, her hand slipping between her legs and into her wet panties. She knew she was infatuated with her saviour; how could she not be? If it weren't for him, she'd have met her end at the hands of the demons.

She would have been violated by the Satyrs endlessly as the Succubi twisted her soul like they had Trey's. She owed Flynn everything, and she knew it.

Jessir had always been more forward than her, more active, so it was no real surprise to her when Jessir had slipped away. Arko knew where her friend was going immediately.

It was a beautiful sight.

Her hand delved lower, slipping between her legs as she imagined it was Flynn's cock stretching her out instead of her fingers, tearing her virginity; a part of her wished it were her on that bed. In time, it would be.

For now, she was satisfied just to watch.

– Jessir Moonbow –

Her entire world turned upside down as Flynn's massive cock, larger than any she'd ever had, pounded deep inside her aching cunt, stretching her in ways she'd never dreamed of. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, her nails digging into the sheets as she pushed back against him, her body screaming for more.

She'd taken some large cocks in her time. She was no blushing virgin and had taken several different races into her bed over the years. The biggest she'd ever had was a Tauren, and she'd thought they didn't come any bigger. She had very much been wrong.

She could feel him filling her to the hilt with each thrust, the pressure sending waves of pleasure through her body with every small movement. Her eyesight blurred as she came closer and closer to climax, only Flynn's strong grip on her hips keeping her from collapsing entirely.

"Fuck me, f-fuck me!" Jessir demanded, her voice almost screaming as the pleasure overwhelmed her. "Right there, fill me, you big fucking bastard," she managed to choke out before pleasure consumed her. Flynn just let out a laugh, seemingly unaffected by the tightness of her cunt squeezing around his cock. "Pump my night elf pussy full of your cum."

He didn't disappoint, slamming forward as she felt a flood of sticky, hot semen be unleashed into her, pumping her womb full of his seed. A brief, idle thought wondered what race their kids would be, still not entirely sure what race Flynn was, but it was washed away in the river of pleasure that overcame her mind.

Sheer exhaustion washed over her as Flynn pulled back, and his cock slipped out of her with a popping sound as he watched her collapse onto the bed, panting for air. Her juices and his seed pooled on the sheets below her.

"Not bad for round one," Flynn chuckled, making her eyes widen as she tried to catch her breath. Standing proud, his mammoth cock remained rock solid, glistening with their mixed juices. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

"R-round one?" Jessir gulped, making him grin wider. Immediately, she knew this was not something she could handle alone. Flynn flipped her over, gripping her hips with a savage smile as he slapped his cock against her stomach before pulling back and filling her once again, her vision going white with pleasure.

This was a fucking raid boss, and she needed an entire team to help her take him down. For now, she'd tank his aggression as much as she could. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the sight of Arko peeking through the door, the quiet moan slipping out of her pervy friend barely audible over the squelching of her poor pussy getting the fucking of a lifetime. Damnit, Arko, if you're gonna watch, then come and help her tame the beast.

Her silent pleas were left unanswered, and all she could do was hold on for dear life as Flynn made sure she'd never enjoy sex with anyone but him ever again. 

— Bonus Scene — Assumi

Receiving her orders, she wondered if she had crossed someone higher up in the Shadow Council. She was to avenge their defeat at Shadow Hold by hunting and capturing the adventurer, Flynn.

The eleven-foot-tall adventurer who had beaten a Dreadlord and all of Banehollow's minions by himself. The giant of a man who was currently nice and safe inside the Night Elf city with Tyrande Whisperwind, Jaina Proudmore and fucking Alexstrasza watching him like a hawk.

Yeah, she'd pissed someone off, and they wanted her dead. Still, she wasn't really in a position to refuse a direct order, making her frown slightly. Their spies had gotten word that he planned to move to the Felwood to start cleansing it (something the Council wanted to stop), so she at least knew where he was going and would have some reinforcements.

Now, how to get through this without being snapped like a twig?