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6 months after my summons-
Birdette never let me out of her home. During the day she would chain me to her bed. She would leave food and drink, and a bucket for necessary body functions. However, that was it until she returned. Once she did so, she would release me and we would bathe in a large cistern built into one corner of the large single room. Afterward, I was allowed to roam about Birdette's small apartment. While she prepared the evening meal, I would take the opportunity to exercise in order to keep my body in shape. Afterward, Birdette would take me to bed and we spent the rest of the evening fucking like rabbits until she finally fell asleep from exhaustion.
This was our routine everyday and night for four months. Her sexual appetite was positively insatiable. In the fourth month her belly started showing signs of pregnancy. This did not satisfy her hunger for sex though. If anything she became even more ravenous. Every evening she took me repeatedly whether I wanted to or not. It became clear that I was her property, and she would treat me as such until she felt like I could be left on my own without trying to run away. She wouldn't even leave work tools or kitchen utensils lying or knives especially lying about where I might be able to use them against her, or myself.
To occupy my mind during the day Birdette started bringing me books to read. Tomes on magic, crafting professions, and class professions. There were romance books and tomes on history and politics. I found that I could read and speak only 'Common'. The Dark Iron Dwarves language was a slight offshoot of 'Dwarven', but with Birdette's tutelage, I started learning it. I knew from my days gaming, and many many dungeon crawls through Blackrock Mountain that there were Orcs, the Black Dragon Flight, and Nefarian occupying the mountain as well. So, with some coaxing, I managed to convince Birdette to teach me the Orcish and Troll languages as well.
Also, during this time, while I was lying on the bed looking up at the ceiling imagining and hoping that Megan was alive, I wondered if she survived the lightning strike, and if she had, I hoped she was not mourning me too much. I also hoped that if she somehow made it to Azeroth that she was safe. This, however, got me thinking about the game World of Warcraft. My biggest questions were; how and why am I here? And, does the fact that I am here mean that Megan is here too? And, if she is here, is it as herself or was she somehow transferred or transformed into her Draenei character? My last question was; Is this a game or a world exactly like the game? In either instance, all reincarnation animes agreed on one thing, there was always a heads-up display or UI that would allow me to see my stats and customize myself like a game character, and now was the perfect time to investigate while Birdette was out wenching.
The first thing I tried was various hand movements I had seen in anime's, however those didn't work. Next, I called out, "Heads up display."
Nothing.
"UI."
Nothing.
"Control panel."
Nothing.
"System admin."
Nothing.
"Game menu."
Nothing.
"Character Sheet!" I yelled in frustration.
A small black square box appeared in front of me like a semi-transparent computer screen. When I turned my head the box moved as well. It looked exactly like the WoW character sheet. Within the box was a picture of me naked in the center of the screen and above my head was my name "Hruthgar." Just below my name was my level and my class, "Level 1, Hunter." Down the left side of the character sheet were small item slots representing my head, neck, shoulders, cape, chest, shirt, tabard, and bracers. Down the right side were the item slots for hands, waist, legs, feet, two rings, and two trinkets. Also to the right side, just inside of the item slots, were five icons depicting my resistances to arcane, fire, nature, frost, and shadow magics. Directly below my picture were two boxes detailing my base statistics, with pull-down menus for more statistics on melee, ranged, spells, and defense abilities. Below the statistic boxes were the item slots for a main hand weapon, a shield or offhand weapon, a slot for a bow, and a smaller item slot to the side for ammo. Lastly, there were six tabs at the very bottom of the screen, the first of which was the Character tab that I was currently examining. The second was Reputation, the third was Skills, the fourth was Honor, the fifth was Spellbook and Abilities, and the sixth was the Quest Log.
Something was wrong though, I should have had bags and at least starting equipment if I was a character in the game, but I didn't. Trying to touch the screen to change tabs didn't work so I called out, "Reputation Tab."
The screen changed and I had a list depicting factions and standings. Below was the Alliance with the member nations of the Night Elves represented simply by their capital Darnassus. The Exodar for the Draenei. The Gnomeregan Exiles. The Dwarves were represented by their capital Ironforge. The last under the Alliance were the Humans represented simply by Stormwind. I was surprised though when I saw Thorium Brotherhood as a faction and that I was already friendly with them! After all, the only contact I had made with the Dark Iron dwarves, much less the Thorium Brotherhood, was Birdette.
Later that evening when she returned home and let me off my leash I did my exercises while Birdette made dinner for the both of us. She wasn't Megan, but then, after living together as a sexually active couple for five months and getting her pregnant I was getting used to her as a partner. When we sat at the dinner table to eat I asked her point blank, "Birdette, are you secretly part of the Thorium Brotherhood?"
She looked at me with her mouth hanging open and with eyes that bespoke her surprise. Her hands trembled. Calmly, she picked up a large steak knife and asked, "What makes ye think I would have anythin' to do with those rebels?"
I hadn't thought of how to explain such knowledge, so my mind raced as I tried to think of an explanation. Finally, I had to simply shrug and smile and answer, "Let's just say I have a way of knowing when I have gained reputation with certain factions. Recently, I have found that I am friendly with the Thorium Brotherhood. Now, how could that be when you won't let me out of this apartment? Simple deductive reasoning led me to the answer that you must be a member of the Thorium Brotherhood."
Birdette looked away and down at her food as she thought over what I said. She cut her eyes back to me several times but looked away again each time. With a sigh, she finally put down her knife and reached out to take my hand. Our relationship had grown little by little to the point where I found myself thinking of her as a companion of sorts. Looking at me she confessed, "Aye, I do be stationed here undercover. I do nae be interested in any of the iron dwarf men here. So, I bought a summonin' scroll from a powerful warlock specializin' in summonin'. I was supposed to call out who I desired to summon and they would appear, but when I used the scroll the only thin' I could think to say was a "husband" and, well, here ye be!"
My mouth dropped open in shock.
"Nae ever did I imagine that ye, a human, would be summoned," She continued as she shook her head, "If any o' these Dark Irons ever find ye they will kill ye on the spot and possibly ma as well. So, I have been lockin' ye up is to keep ye from leavin' and gettin' yeself and ma killed."
"I-- see," I answered as I closed my mouth with a click of my teeth.
With a shake of her head and tears that flowed down her cheeks for the first time since I met her, she whispered demurely, "If ye promise to nae leave I will nae shackle ye to the bed."
I couldn't help but chuckle as I squeezed her hand and said, "Now that I understand the reasons for your actions, I can think of at least one reason I might like you to shackle me to that bed from time to time."
She smiled and hopped up and crushed her breasts into me as she hugged and kissed me passionately over and over again. When she pulled away she mumbled heavily into my mouth, "Oh, ye'r so the husband I want! So so much! Marry ma, and I will make ye a good wife, I promise?!"
There was no way for me to know if Megan was alive, if she was back on Earth, or if she was here in Azeroth. And even if she was on Azeroth there was no guarantee that I would ever find her, or even live long enough to try to find her. The one thing I did know was that marrying Birdette would make her happy, and if she were satisfied with me she would be more likely to keep me alive or possibly help me escape. When she pulled away from me to look into my eyes I whispered, "Yes, I will marry you if you will get me out of this place and somewhere we can live normally."
She beamed a beautiful smile from ear to ear and hugged and kissed me. The next day she came home with two dark iron rings set with blood-red rubies and gave her vow of fidelity to which I returned with one of my own.
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1 year after my summons-
Six more months passed. Birdette was in her ninth month of pregnancy and hugely rounded in the belly. There were apparently bets at the Grim Guzzler as to who the father was, how many babies she was actually carrying, and when she was going to give birth. As her pregnancy progressed Birdette's carnal appetites increased as well as her anxiety for the baby. Our child would be a half-human half-iron dwarf living in an iron dwarf citadel surrounded by iron dwarves, orcs, trolls, dragons, dragonkin, and the remnants of Twilight's Hammer cultists. Everyone had taken massive casualties when the Alliance and Horde decided to eliminate the combined threats posed by Emperor Dagran Thaurissan, Ragnaros, the Twilights Hammer, the Dark Horde, and Nefarian. However, the casualties had only served to polarize the differing tribes. There was a time when giving birth to a half-human, half-orc, or half-troll child would not have been an issue for Birdette. The times had changed though and there was no guarantee who the babe in her belly would take after, Birdette or me.
