The Whore Within

In this retelling of the opening events of The War Within, Alleria goes on the hunt for the Harbinger while Jaina has a pleasant encounter with a long-lost (and very busty) archmage.

Note: Contains futa versions of canon characters.

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"It has been far too long since we last met, Lady Proudmoore."

Jaina furrowed her brow, eyeing the woman standing before her. "Likewise, Lady..."

For a split second, Jaina struggled to pull the woman's name from her memories, as though it had been buried in some corner of her mind.

"Drenda."

"Ah, yes..." She recognized the name. It was, after all, the one in her memories. Yet some uneasiness still gnawed at her. There had been another member of the Six of Dalaran. A man with a similar name. No, this person had always been a woman. "Drenda."

But that couldn't be right, Jaina thought, for she definitely would have remembered

those

. The woman had, as one would say,

huge fucking tits.

She'd spotted the woman from the other end of the street, her overgrown bust straining against robes that seemed more a whore's idea of an arcanist's regalia than proper attire for one of her rank. As she'd watched the auburn-haired enchantress descended the steps of the Violet Citadel, Jaina wondered if she'd simply fall forward from the weight of those monumental melons, pushing out of a cleavage window like dough rising from a bread pan.

Not that Jaina was any pushover in

that

department, sporting knockers that were larger even than her own head, overflowing from quite nearly any top she wore. But this Drenda woman had twice as much titty as she did. It was the first time Jaina had felt this much envy towards an another woman's charms. It was the only time she'd ever felt

inadequate

next to another.

"I sought you out, Lady Proudmoore, due to your unique knowledge of this city's defenses. This so-called Radiant Song that people have been experiencing is a portent of dark days to come. But I do not know yet if the others in the Council can be trusted," she said, offering a wary glance to some passersby.

Considering the woman and her words, Jaina's lips briefly parted but she did not speak, a single breath escaping her mouth. Her blue eyes searched Drenda's brown, and she held her thoughts. Something within her was screaming that things were off, that she shouldn't trust this ultra-buxom enchantress, that... no, why would this person lie?

She'd been briefly acquainted with Drenda during her apprenticeship in the city, though she had disappeared following Kel'Thuzad's departure. It was only natural that she'd be reinstated into the Council of Six after her return. Jaina knew this. So why did it bother her so much?

And then, quite suddenly, she felt herself relax. There was no reason to show this woman so much distrust, was there?

"Is there something you wish to say, Lady Proudmoore?" Drenda asked, worry creasing her brow.

Jaina blinked before shaking her head, the last of her resistance fading. "No, no... I just, I... I'll help in any way I can. This city was destroyed once, I do not wish to see it destroyed twice. When King Terenas failed to heed the warnings given him, the northern kingdoms fell like dominos. I do not wish to see such a thing happen again."

"Then you are wise beyond your years," Drenda said, a slight smirk forming upon her full lips, her fingers tracing the swell of her chest, just above the neckline. The gesture, seemingly unintentional, left no doubt as to the mage's intent. "I believe we should find somewhere more private to discuss these affairs."

Jaina felt a twinge of desire forming within her as she watched those plump cockpillows, and she momentarily wondered how they would feel wrapped around her stiffening shaft.

Fuck,

she thought, hoping the thickening sausage between her thighs would not show through her skirts. Her enormous dick was the reason why she'd opted for a more elaborate corset and dress following her return to Kul Tiras, for the details of the outfit hid well the maddeningly ungovernable she-cock.

"Let us move with haste," Jaina said. "If this threat is as dire as you say, then we've precious little time to waste. My chambers should be sufficient."

With those words spoken, the two women vanished in a moment as Jaina cast a quick

Mass Teleport

spell.

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A crimson flush colored Alleria's cheeks as she furiously worked her cock.

Standing hunched in a grimy alleyway, the elf's breathing came in short, ragged gasps as the unmistakable

FAP FAP FAP

of fist on cock reverberated against the stone walls. With each stroke, her swollen balls bounced, those enormous, melon-sized balls loaded with gallons of potent cum.

"Ahn... haaa..." she groaned, slender fingers moving up and down at a desperate pace, pumping faster and harder, chasing the release her troubled mind so demanded.

Ever since she'd absorbed the powers of the void, Alleria had been cursed with unquenchable lusts -- and the overgrown she-cock that came with them. These conscupiscent cravings would arise within her like bushfires, consuming her every thought and action until she doused them with her release.

And yet, no matter how often she would blow her load. No matter how many gallons of her purplish fuckgunk she would plaster across floors and walls -- and at times ceilings -- her desires never truly subsided. They remained a constant whispering in her mind, a constant pressure in her loins.

She closed her eyes as her mind wandered to lustful images, of men, women, clawing at any thought that would trigger her release. Alleria could feel precum rolling down the underside of her enormous slab of elven meat, coating her fingers as she indulged in those solitary desires. Finding a fresh hole to ruin would have taken too long. She didn't have that kind of time.

Her mind wandered to all the fat-titted whores she'd bedded, from the lowliest tavern wenches of Stormwind to legendary sluts like Tyrande Whisperwind. Oh, how she longed to feel those expert lips around her cock ag --

Her goliath cock twitched violently in her grasp. "Ohfffmmmffff..." she moaned, biting her lower lip as she heard footsteps coming from the nearby street, trying desperately to silence herself.

Delaying her release seemed a fool's errand, and she could feel her heavy nuts churning, eager to empty themselves for the second time that morning. With a swift sideways step, Alleria moved behind a stack of crates, hand still upon her violently throbbing erection. Rivulets of precum leaked down her pulsating prick as she tried to get a glimpse of those approaching. Recognizing the sounds of high heels upon the stone street, Alleria surmised that these were two women.

It was early enough that few were out and about in the city.

She turned, her back to the crates, cock pointed further down the alley. With her head peeking out, Alleria waited, hoping these strangers would not turn into her alleyway.

If Alleria had a hard time not blowing her load right then and there, her orgasm was now an inevitability as she lay eyes upon the two ultra-curvaceous women now standing a mere twenty or so feet from her.

The first, Alleria had known for a few years. Jaina was as strikingly beautiful as ever, almost regal in the way she carried herself, with outrageous curves that only seemed to enhance her already considerable presence.

The second, however, was wholly unfamiliar to Alleria. Despite her having no recollection of the auburn-haired mage, Alleria felt as though she

should

have known her. In the way that Jaina spoke to this mysterious woman, the high elf estimated that Jaina was speaking to a mage of great importance. Such powerful mages were typically known of Alleria, given her time spent alongside Khadgar.

And, given the woman's impossibly curvaceous body, Alleria was certain that such a woman would have left a considerable imprint upon her memories. As considerable as those twin boulders upon her chest, as considerable as that fat, wobbling...

"Hrrnfff..." she huffed, tossing her head back as her goliath slab of elven fuckmeat

lurched,

growing noticeably in heft and thickness as the first of its cum-ropes travelled along its twenty-four-inch length. It took every fibre in Alleria's body not to moan like a whore at the sensations coursing through her, the pleasure ripping away at her mind causing her to briefly black out.

When at last the first rope of off-white, purple-tinged, quivering nutmuck blasted forth, it was all Alleria could do to stifle her moan, biting her lower lip. Her eyes closed as that heavy torrent of jizz surged from her fat, throbbing cockhead,

slapping

onto the flagstones of the alleyway.

So intense was that release that she could barely even make out what the two women were talking about behind her as she blasted her potent cordage across the darkened alley. "Haa... Fuck..." she whimpered, barely able to keep her composition as her load soon painted much of the ground before her in sticky nut, both hands still furiously coaxing more of that load from her obscene cumfactories.

Hips jerking violently, Alleria nearly lost control of her legs, only managing to hold on by putting a palm against the box behind her to steady herself. Lances of cum flew every which way, splattering against the walls now as her release finally reached its crescendo.

As she jerked her fat pillar of she-meat off furiously, output finally abating, Alleria heard Jaina's voice speak some arcane incantation from out in the street behind her.

When at last she finished evacuating another gallon or so of void-tinged ballbatter, Alleria dared open her eyes, looking back into the street, only to find that the two had gone. The only sign that anyone had been there were the swirling snowflakes falling to the ground where Jaina had stood.

Despite them teleporting away, she could still feel some dark presence within Dalaran. Stuffing her spent elfmeat back into her too-tight trousers, Alleria made for the city, determined to find its source.

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The cup of thistle tea remained untouched on Drenda's side of the coffee table.

"My long absence from this city revealed to me many things," Drenda said, crossing her legs, offering Jaina a taltalizing glance at the shapely legs beneath her robes.

Everything the woman seemed to be said with a seductive tone, Jaina thought, worsening the afflicting hardness of her cock. She hoped that her meeting with the sorceress would not require her to stand, for there was no way she could properly hide her throbbing erection in its current state.

Not only that, but it took quite nearly every last ounce of Jaina's considerable willpower not to simply stare down into the canyon of cleavage on display before her, for every movement of Drenda only seemed to enhance the appeal of her excessive, overflowing charms.

These two facts combined made it difficult for Jaina to properly process what the woman was even saying.

"... And as such, Dalaran faces perils greater than any before it. Greater, perhaps, than the Burning Legion. Which is why we must strengthen the city's defenses."

"A-ah! That... I am surprised, however, to hear that you do not know of the location of Dalaran's wards," Jaina managed, trying to appear in control, despite the thickening haze of lust clouding her mind. Despite her best efforts, it seemed her cock was chipping away at her rationality, and she found her glances down at Drenda's cleavage growing in frequency.

A soft chuckle was drawn from the woman at Jaina's words. "I've not been here in well over twenty years, dear Jaina. My memory of where they were situated

before

the city first fell are intact, but the city was rebuilt, and wards were placed elsewhere."

So distracted had Jaina been by the buxom enchantress's enthralling figure that her logic had flown out the window. Of course she didn't know where they currently were. How could she?

"I think you should convene with the Council. I am no longer a part..."

Jaina froze when she felt the woman's foot brush against her leg from beneath the small table.

"They are slow to act... Too slow. And we do not yet know if the enemy has eyes among them. I would rather trust one such as you, who has only done right by Azeroth and her people," Drenda said, toes slowly ascending Jaina's shin, a devious smirk spreading across her lips.

It was as though Jaina's heart would leap from her chest, but she did not answer. Her cock lurched beneath her skirts, oozing a considerable glob of precum onto the carpet below, which fell with a lewd

splat

, a sound which Drenda made no mention of.

"It's been so long since I've been in the presence of one so alluring, so... gifted" the ultra-busty mage continued. "The nights have been lonely, and the men... lacking," she said with a smirk, glancing ever so subtly down at Jaina's lap.

For a brief moment, Jaina feared that single glance enough to force a release from her, her cock jumping in response to the woman's seductive tone. The Lord-Admiral of Kul Tiras could only bite her lower lip slightly. "T-that is a shame..." the usually confident woman managed, stuttering ever so slightly, her cheeks aflush with desire.

There was something so, so wrong about all this, about this Drenda person. But Jaina's cock, that throbbing, needy behemoth between her thighs, was the one calling the shots now.

Drenda smirked and rose, slowly making her way around the table. Her hips swayed hypnotically with every stride, her titanic knockers bouncing so alluringly beneath robes that seemed only slightly too tight for them.

The auburn-haired beauty slowly sat next to Jaina, placing one hand upon the white-haired woman's thigh. "Let us get to know each other better. Then, perhaps, we can think more clearly of what comes next. What say you, Lady Proudmoore?"

Every part of Jaina was aflame with desire. She wanted nothing more than to simply tear the robes off Drenda, to slam her against the table and take her in any way she saw fit, to ravage her and fill her with her seed. Her thoughts were hazy, cloudy, and she could barely even recall

where

the damn wards were. Perhaps Drenda was right. Perhaps they should take care of the throbbing affliction eating away at her, instead of trying to suppress it.

Abruptly, Jaina stood, pacing to the open window. In doing so, she hoped that she could distance herself from Drenda's intoxicating presence and to hide the growing bulge between her legs, the fat slab of she-meat eager to be freed. The thing was

starved

for touch. It had been over half a day since she'd given the oversized leviathan any kind of attention, and it was now driving her mad. "I... I think we should... I need a moment to focus."

No sooner had Jaina reached the window than she felt slender fingers upon her shoulder. "We are in this together, Jaina. I wish nothing but the best for Dalaran. If you would just let me give you the help you so desperately crave..."

Light, how could she ever hope to resist this woman? Was she about to do this when every rational part of her screamed that

something

was off. And yet, those rational objections would soon find themselves thrust to the back of her mind as her heavy she-dick, pushing against her skirts, begged for release, for attention.

"All right," Jaina said, her heart beating frantically, pounding in her skull. "But do not believe I will so readily give away Dalaran's secrets. I may not be part of the Six anymore, but I do not wish to see the city fall."

She was, for all intents and purposes, under this buxom enchantress's spell. Resistance would have been as futile as slowing the tide with a bucket and a mop. Drenda took Jaina's hand and slowly lead her away from the window and into the large bedroom.

Upon seeing her bed there, the situation became all the clearer to Jaina. How silly it seemed to her that her apartments would have such a large bed when she slept alone most nights? Alone, and desperately trying to tame the enormous beast between her thighs with hands wholly insufficient for such a task.

And now, before her knelt one of the bustiest women Jaina had ever seen, with an (she assumed) equally preposterous backside, and a face that could charm the stones off a Titan. It was as though the woman had been crafted by some perverted, otherworldly entity, one that knew Jaina's deepest desires more than even she did.

Tailor-made for her.

Tailor-made for her cock. She bit her lower lip when the woman slowly fell to her knees on the carpet before her, slowly parting her heavy skirts and slipping her hands beneath. There was no hesitation in her movements, and her soft fingers found Jaina's pulsating python. Her hands were cool upon the sizzling surface of the mage's megadick.

"Mmh... By the Light, Lady Proudmoore..." Drenda half-whispered, awed at the sheer size of Jaina's meaty pillar. "I'd heard rumours of this gift, but to witness it myself..."

Jaina's chest rose and fell with every breath, wordless as she watched Drenda slowly fish out her cock. As some great white beast from the depths of the sea, her fat prick rose. Out in the open, it seemed a tumescent titan, looming menacingly and casting an ominous shadow over Drenda's face.

She had to tilt her head back to look upon the thing's underside, for it hung overhead, curved downwards somewhat. The obese fucksnake's girth doubled that of Drenda's arm and stretched to half again the length of her visage.

Below it, a hefty nutsack hung heavy with the promise of its load. Completely hairless, those twin cannonballs

churned

with what had to be a gallon or more of creamy jizz.

"And you were going to keep

this

all to yourself? Egregious. Downright unacceptable," Drenda said, the fingers of a single hand slowly pumping at that pale staff, eagerness shining in her large brown eyes.

Jaina bit her lower lip, watching the woman work her length. "But it's so grotesque... So...

Ahhhn!

"

The warmth of Drenda's lips upon the swollen crown of her gigantic she-prick tore a long moan from her throat, and Jaina soon found those self-deprecating remarks erased from her mind. Lips pursed at the tip of Jaina's titanic cock, Dendra moaned lewdly, lips buzzing ever so pleasantly against the white-haired mage's sensitive helm.

"Mmmh... Such a delightful treat," she moaned, the tip of her tongue teasing Jaina's cumslit. "I do hope you'll forgive me if I indulge a little."

The next moan torn from Jaina would be muffled somewhat as the buxom frost mage threw her head back, placing the back of her hand against her mouth. Despite them being near the top of one of Dalaran's many towers, Jaina feared the sounds of her pleasure would be heard by those below.

Those efforts, however, were soon proven futile as Drenda's lips parted and she engulfed the head of Jaina's cock. That warm, wet embrace elicited a gasp which soon turned into a moan.

"Ah-Ahmmmfff..." breathed Jaina, knees nearly buckling from the sensation.

A devious smirk spread across Drenda's lips, stretched though they were by Jaina's monstrous girth, and she slowly began moving her way down that highway of she-meat.

SSCCHHRRLP!

Inch by inch, sucking and slurping voraciously, Drenda swallowed Jaina's fat fucklog, tongue moving about every inch it could reach. Relentless, Drenda's cockgobbling expertise was sending Jaina towards release at speeds she had never thought possible.

"Oh fuck... Oh shit..." groaned Jaina, her mind whirling, stars flashing around the edges of her vision as she felt her massive prick throb violently, now lodged firmly within Drenda's dick-massaging throat.