Azerothian Dream

(Original publication: 11/5/2021

Editorial changes, updates, and few minor changes: 2/24/25)

Chapter 2- Thorium Point

It's been a year and a half since I came to Azeroth. A year and a half in a world that was only a game to me before that, and now I'm a husband to a dark iron dwarf woman and a father to our child. Birdette gave birth within days after our transference from Blackrock Mountain. We teleported straight to a translocation room within the Inn at Thorium Point and no one gave Birdette a second thought. That was not the case for me.

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6 months earlier-

"Oh! Hey there Birdie! How long has it been?" A marbled gray Dark Iron dwarf greeted us in a husky dwarven accent as we walked out into the tavern.

Birdette's head snapped around to see who was greeting us, and then smiled brilliantly before trotting forward and hugging the young woman as she laughed, "How do ye be, Agnes? By the mountain's heart, it do be good to see ye again! I think it do be fifteen years!"

Agnes and Birdette pulled away. Agnes laughed and put her hand on Birdette's belly and gasped, "By the anvil Birdie! Ye'r pregnant!"

Looking over at me she asked with less brogue than Birdette, "And who is this?!"

Birdette laughed even as her dark gray cheeks blushed a darker rosy color. Finally, she pulled back and gestured to me, "Agnes, this do be ma husband, Hruthgar."

Agnes's glowing red eyes opened wide in surprise as she looked me up and down. I suddenly felt very self-conscious. Before being summoned to Azeroth I was twenty-five years old, so I was now twenty-six. I found myself swallowing nervously under Agnes's gaze and scratching a thick strawberry-blonde beard I had spent the last year cultivating. The one thing I could do was grow a good beard, but I was never going to be able to compete with the likes of dwarves. Still, Birdette liked it.

Leaning in toward Birdette, Agnes whispered loud enough so that I overheard, "Damn Birdie, I knew ye liked 'em tall, but I didn't realize ye'r into humans!"

"Neither did I," Birdette confessed, and then deflected, "Agnes, we're looking to catch a caravan headed out of the Searing Gorge."

Agnes shook her head as she answered, "Ye're not going anywhere for at least the next four months. The passes are completely impassable right now. We're in the middle of the worst winter in twenty years."

"Damn!" Birdette hissed in disappointment as she looked back at me before asking, "Then, is there a room at the inn or a house to rent?"

"Wait here," Agnes said as she led us into the Inn's tavern and sat us down at a table, "I will speak with Overseer Oilfist and see what can be arranged for ye."

Birdette nodded as we both sat down. I looked at her nervously and asked, "You don't think they would just toss us out to freeze, do you?"

Birdette gave me a grim look as she idly rubbed her belly for reassurance before answering, "They certainly could, and be well within their rights. But, I do nae think they will, at least, nae ma." She teased with a naughty smile.

"Thanks," I mumbled under my breath and looked down at the tabletop.

Seeing my worry, Birdette got up and moved around to sit beside me. She wrapped her arms around mine and cuddled up close as she laid her head on my shoulder as she promised, "Do nae worry ma love, ye ma summoned sex slave. Ye mine! Where I go ye go, and ye go I go. Surely they will nae throw us both out into the cold."

The wait was agonizing. Time seemed to creep by at a snail's pace. The fire was warm until the door to the inn was opened, letting in a blast of cold air as Agnes hurried in and was followed by Overseer Oilfist. He was a short stout dwarf with eyes that burned like hot coals, long white hair and beard, and a formidable face with strong features. He stomped in, grumbling loudly as he shook off the snow and looked around the tavern. He spotted us and grimaced, but then let Agnes lead the way over to us and make introductions.

"Birdette, ye need nae introduction," Agnes said dismissively as we both stood up to greet the leader of Thorium Point, "Like I said Overseer, Birdette has returned pregnant and married to this human."

"Hello sir," I said by way of introduction, "I'm married to Birdette."

Oilfist's eyes flitted from me to Birdette and back as he visually weighed us. Finally, he asked, "Birdette, ye were on a mission. How did this happen? And, why have ye returned early?"

"Overseer," She started with a submissive nod of her head, "As ye know, I have been doing ma job at the Grim Guzzler for fifteen years now. Ye sent no one to relieve ma all that time. I was sixteen when ye sent ma on the mission, and now I do be thirty-one. Thirty-one! Rightly so, I was lonely. So, I summoned a potential husband, and well, he was the one summoned. Afterward, well, this is what happens when ye have nae else to do after work."

"A summoning," Oilfist gasped as he shook his head, "Ye used a summoning scroll? For him? Do we be going to now have an army of humans galloping up to our doorstep demanding that their human be returned?"

"Nae, Overseer," Birdette answered as she shook her head adamantly in denial.

"No sir, no one will come looking for me," I answered, interrupting Birdette. "I was summoned from another world. If anything, those that would miss me think I am dead."

Oilfist looked at me then cut his eyes to Birdette then cut his eyes back to me and looked me up and down and grimaced, "Well it's a good thing she got ye out o' Blackrock, surely sooner o' later ye would've ended up in someone's cooking pot. So, tell me, lad, do ye have any skills at all?"

"I haven't left Birdette's apartment for a year," I answered, "I have no skills, but I am eager to learn."

"What about martial skills," He asked next, "Can ye use a sword, axe, or bow?"

I shook my head and he sighed and nodded before saying, "And a right tender delicacy ye would have been too."

Looking at Birdette and her belly he sucked on his teeth, then looked back to me and continued, "I will find a home for ye both. Birdette, ye will work here at the inn and tavern to pay yer way. As for yer husband, can I have yer name lad?"

"Hruthgar," I answered.

"Right, Hruthgar," Oilfist said as he scratched at his beard, "At least yer mother named ye well. Well, mister Hruthgar ye will come and work for me. We're gonna make ye worthy o' a Dark Iron wife! Ye will apprentice as a blacksmith and miner, and we will teach ye how to use a sword, axe, and spear. If ye wanna learn the bow ye will need to find an elf."

I sighed in relief and hugged Birdette before turning to Oilfist and answering, "Thank you, sir! Anything you are willing to teach me, I will eagerly learn. Thank you!"

He stood there looking me up and down and sucking on his teeth until he finally nodded. Turning to Agnes he tossed her a coin and said, "Put them in a room for the night, on me."

Turning back to me and Birdette he continued, "Birdette, I'm sure ye know yer job by now, don't be late. Hruthgar, I will see ye in the morning, and then I will introduce ye to Mastersmith Burninate."

"Yes sir," I replied eagerly.

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6 months later-

Logs crackled as the fire ate them up in the fireplace. Birdette made yummy noises as she tested the stew bubbling over the fire while I bounced Amberdine on my lap.

Amberdine was a perfect mix of her mother and me. Mostly her mother with a dash of me!

Agnes often remarked that Amber was larger than most Dark Iron babies, which makes sense. She is, after all, half-human. Amberdine was named after her amber eyes. She has her mother's dark charcoal-colored skin, but she has my strawberry-blonde hair. It was too soon to know just what she would look like as she grows up, but she was very quiet for an infant. She was always watching us, and I got the sense that she was learning. Soaking up everything she saw and heard like a sponge.

When the stew was finished, Birdette ladled out a portion for me and her and set the table for dinner. Standing up I moved to sit with her as she took Amberdine from me, and subsequently pulled a breast out to feed Amber first as I looked on with jealousy.

Birdette looked up and caught me watching and smiled as she purred, "Don't worry, ye will get yer turn later."

I smiled, and we ate our meal.

In six months my level as a hunter jumped from 1 to 45 though there were no hunter trainers that could train me in my class. My trade skill in blacksmithing was "So-so" as Master Burninate put it, "For a human," and my skill in mining was deemed "fair" by Overseer Oilfist. However, I was proficient enough in blacksmithing that Master Burninate was giving me increasingly ornate weapons to work on. As for my proficiency with weapons, as a blacksmith's apprentice, it was my job to test every weapon fabricated, and my skills quickly climbed until I was finally able to use the armor and weapons Birdette gave me. Once I was deemed "Nae a liability."

When we finished eating Birdette put Amberdine in her bassinet before coming to bed. Snuggling up close to me, she was like sleeping with a heater. She was always warm, almost too warm now that spring was in full bloom. Crawling on top of me, she immediately grabbed my dick and massaged it as she guided my swollen member to her hot, wet, cunt. Lowering herself down my length I watched it disappear inside her as she chuckled and leaned in to rub her breasts against my chest.

"Mmm, ye always feel so good inside me," She purred.

"You always feel so good to be in," I retorted as I thrust the last of my length into her and rolled us over so that I was on top.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, I snatched her head around so that her chin was tilted up and her plump mouth was open slightly as I kissed her fiercely. She nipped at my lips until I snatched her hair around and started kissing her ear and the corner of her jaw. Kissing down her neck, I came to her clavicle, and then I returned to her delectable mouth.

"Play with my breasts," She commanded insistently.

Pulling out of the warmth of her vagina, I slid down the bed until I was able to suck one then the other thick gray nipple into my mouth and knead and suck. Grabbing each breast I squeezed her fat flesh until her milk sprayed to the back of my mouth.

"Oh aye!" She moaned lustily as she sighed and inhaled, and then she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed against me letting me know she wanted back on top.

Flipping over, she quickly mounted my dick and started rocking furiously as her breasts swung pendulously. Catching them I squeezed until she was squirting milk across my chest as I made little thrusts inside her womb.

"Oh aye," She wailed, "Oh aye!"

Her pace increased until she gasped a long guttural moan and smashed her pussy down, plunging my dick as deep inside her as she could force it to go. Her whole body felt like molten lava! I was disintegrating inside her as she squeezed my dick so hard I was beginning to fear being damaged. Her pussy undulated around my girth and I hit my limit! I couldn't hold back any longer and started blasting cum inside Birdette's depths like I was a fire hydrant trying to put out her fire!

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"What are ye doing today," Birdette asked the next morning as she handed me a satchel with bread, cheese, and a skin full of mead.

"Pinkerpie Glimmergem's caravan was supposed to have shown up two weeks ago," I answered, "Oilfist has quested me with tracking them down and render aid if I can. Otherwise, I'm to return and report what I find."

"Well," Birdette replied with a shake of her head, "Then I better prepare more for ye to eat than a single day's rations."

It was mid-morning when I finally kissed Birdette goodbye and set out to the east toward Stonewrought Pass. Overseer Oilfist gave me a nod as he and Master Burninate talked in front of his smithy. I returned their nod with one of my own and pulled my cloak tighter around my shoulders. One thing I knew better than most was that once I left Thorium Point no Dark Iron I met would be a friend.

When I was out of sight of the watchmen, I left the main road early and headed down the mountain. The Searing Gorge was aptly named. It was a severe landscape of black and gray. There was the perpetual smell of ash, and every living thing still in this burned-out husk of a land was scarred or mutated by flame.

The Dark Irons and their golems were dangerous, but they weren't the only things in this land that could kill me rather easily. There were fire elementals roaming free everywhere, Twilight Cultist to the west, and Searing Lava spiders everywhere else.

It was a three-hundred-and-fifty-mile walk from Thorium Point to Stonewrought Pass over a good road. With good weather that was thirty-five days of travel round trip. Cutting across the mountains as I was, I covered only ten miles before it was dark.

It was on my fourteenth day that I stumbled across the tracks of a large cat. I couldn't remember any big cats inhabiting the Searing Gorge in the game so I started tracking it.

Following its movements for three days, I finally found its lair. It was a small cave. Prowling closer, I hid behind large rocks and burned-out trunks of trees until I caught sight of the beast. It was like nothing I ever saw. In the game or either world I have lived in. It was a massive lion, as black as pitch, and with a flaming mane the same as the Dark Irons' enchanted, red-tipped, smoldering hair.

As I watched it my mind started to wander. Not like I was daydreaming, but rather I could swear that I could feel the lion's hunger, and deeper down a profound loneliness. It was the only one of its kind, and all alone. He was young, having just reached his full maturity, and more than anything he wished for a companion.

Before I knew what happened I came to my senses and my hand was held out and beneath my palm was the lion's head. Looking into its glowing yellow and red eyes that reminded me so much of Birdette, I understood that it wanted this as much as I did. Nodding my head in understanding I said, "You need a name then. From now on your name is Coleson."

Afterward, I laughed at my play on words and decided to explain the joke to him, "It's because you are as black as coal. So, you are the son of coal."

Coleson cocked his head at me and I sighed knowing I sounded like an idiot. Pulling out some of the meat Birdette prepared for me I fed him. When he was done he licked the oils from my hand and then we left his lonely little cave behind. With Coleson as my pet, we ventured out of the mountains and began hunting Searing Lava spiders as we headed east. I didn't much like the idea of eating spider guts, but Coleson loved it.

Twelve more days passed before I came upon wagon wheel tracks leading north into the mountains. Thinking it could be the missing caravan, I turned to follow the tracks. Coleson and I walked ten miles before we came upon the wagons. Boxes were busted open. Clothes, fabrics, and tarps were strewn across the ground. If there were weapons and food then they were also missing along with Pinkerpie herself.

I was surprised that there was no blood. Which was good, I thought. It should have meant that whoever robbed Pinkerpie kept her and her people alive. However, a little while later, I found the bodies. They were dragged off and deposited in a crag behind a boulder. Actually, Coleson found them. A human, a troll, and a goblin. All male. None of them looked like mercenaries, so they must have been employees. This didn't bode well for Pinkerpie and any female employees she might have. Killing the men but keeping the women alive meant they had specific reasons to do so.

Speeding up my pace, Coleson and I trotted up the road dashing from outcropping to outcropping and taking cover in good vantage points. Looking Coleson in the eyes, we connected and I held in my mind what I wanted him to do. He responded by licking me, shaking his mane, and then trotting off to the other side of the road and shadowing me.

When I finally came upon the camp I hissed under my breath. It was as I feared. There were four poles erected. From the top of each were leather straps except for one. From that pole dangled chains. Attached to the leather straps and chains were shackles that bound the hands of the women. One was a human, the shackles connected to the chains were for an orc, and the last two bound a troll and goblin. They all had their clothes shredded. Only scraps remained. They stood or slumped in complete nudity with their hands above their heads in complete defencelessness.

Foam frothed at the human woman's mouth and she had a vacant stare that looked off into nothingness as a male orc laughed as he pulled her hips back and thrust his dick inside her vagina with abandon. She was also the dirtiest of the four, and the most pregnant. The troll was next, drool dribbled from her bottom lip onto her chest and ran down between large breasts to a large round belly that was only slightly smaller than the human woman's. The orc woman snatched at her bonds and snarled obscenities as a human male used a horsewhip to lash her back, buttocks, and thighs until he left her green skin bleeding from welts on top of welts. She was reduced to a wailing mess hanging limply from her shackles from fatigue and shuddering from shock. Her belly was also swollen with pregnancy, but she looked like she was just in the first months of her pregnancy.

The goblin was the last of the females. It had to be Pinkerpie. She wore the most of the four women. She was dirty like the others. Her dress was sweat and blood-stained, but it looked like it had once been blue. Over the bodice, she wore the remnants of a leather cuirass. Below the cuirass, from her natural waist down the dress was cut away exposing wide hips that were broader than her shoulders and a thick behind that rivaled the human woman's buttocks in thickness and well-rounded perfection. Her skin was a deep healthy green and her short pixie-styled hair was blue. Another dirty-looking human man approached Pinkerpie as she struggled against her bonds. Kicking at him as best she could before he finally forced himself upon her.

It hurt my heart to witness, and I almost lined up a shot to put a bullet in his heart, but I needed to know how many were in this gang. Moving from one boulder to another I tried to close my ears so that I wouldn't hear Pinkerpie's screams or the orcs crying as I searched the camp for the rest of the gang.

It took the rest of the day to scout the area. There were three ramshackle huts. One housing the men, one storing the goods they've stolen, and the last was the leader's dwelling. As I analyzed the group I started making some assumptions based on how I would lead this gang if I were the boss. The first conclusion I came to was that if I was the leader I would get any new female first. Then once I grew tired of her I'd give her to the men.

My assumption was proved true by the complete absence of the boss taking advantage of the women shackled to the poles through the day and evening. The fact that Pinkerpie, who has been missing only a couple of weeks, was already given to the men could mean only two things, the boss either didn't care for goblin women or he already had another woman. Finishing my reconnescense, I determined there were ten men including the bandit leader, and there were four possibly five hostage women.

I didn't see Coleson, but I knew he was nearby, ready to pounce once I gave the signal. It was a long wait for nightfall, to pass the time I checked my gear. I had five prepared grenades. An invention I had worked out with Master Burninate, that he was calling Wildfire Bombs. My swords were on my hips alongside two pistols. The blunderbuss had been around for years as well as rifles. Mostly used by dwarves and was gaining in popularity with humans, from what I heard. But my pistols were special. Mine were the first-ever repeaters with magazines that held sixteen bullets each. In addition, I coated each bullet with snake venom so that if my shot didn't kill the poison would. The last things I checked were my traps. I had three that I manufactured myself. I dubbed them Steel Traps, and they were a wicked variation of a standard bear trap from Earth. Once they were set, anyone unfortunate enough to spring it would have his or her leg broken, the serrations would bleed profusely, and the victim wouldn't be able to disengage the trap by themselves.