What does one get when crossing a small mountain range with dwarves, mages, a highly motivated and satisfied workforce of masters and slaves alike and the need to create a dwelling place for thousands of sexy demons, willing to reward every bit of progress made? A quickly growing network of underground paths filled with moans and delight, of course.
In the span of a month, the mountains that technically separated Stormwind and Dalaran became a sort of city on its own. Massive areas were carved out of the mountains, reshaping it inside. Halls and tunnels and private quarters, they all formed inside. Outside as well, as the typical dwarven fortress buildings began to protrude from the natural rock like mushrooms from a tree.
Although there were a number of differences to them as well. The dwarves were leading the building efforts, without a doubt. Regardless, there was a number of different influences. Draenei architects and technology, night elven druids, gnomish ingenuity and human practicality, they all added a little bit to design to create a new kind of architecture. Artful, solid, built for eternity, but easy to use and navigate, all illuminated by purple crystals.
The demons for which this new area was built also added their changes to it. In older times, that would have been flailed skulls, the stench of sulphur and rotting meat, in all likelihood. However, as those demons were already subservient and exclusively of the sexual variety, the whole complex was slowly conquered by the best kind of perversion. Red and emerald fires illuminated private quarters, doors were a rarity, fel runes heat up a natural spring they found under the mountain, causing the entire tunnel system to soon feel pleasantly warm and perfectly humid.
After the two weeks had passed, the whole thing had taken such a scope that Anduin acknowledged it as a new district in Stormwind. They called it Slaveforge. A reference to dwarven naming conventions in combination with the obvious purpose. Once the name was given, Anduin transferred the governance of the district to Aclysia.
The demon hunter was part succubus herself and Anduin trusted her more to run a district in his interests than Alythess and Sacrolash. Not that he doubted that the eredar twins were loyal, just whether they had a lot of experience or even interest in proper governance. Plus, Aclysia was one of his wives, so she should have a standing above the slaves.
Two more weeks passed, during which Slaveforge showed no signs of slowing down in its expansion. Every day, hundreds of cubic metres were carved out. In a natural movement that Anduin had little influence over, the whorehouses in the dwarven districts were relocated to Slaveforge. He didn't quite know the reasoning behind it, but it shifted the order of the city quite a bit. As it was at that point in point, Stormwind had grown tremendously in every aspect.
Stormwind Harbour had been expanded for the war effort anyhow, but now the Exodar was laying there as well. The former spaceship was home to most draenei slaves and, as such, a popular place for sailors and soldiers to take the edge off. A few humans had also taken up permanent residence there, as they preferred the crystalline architecture. Nobody had anything against master's moving in with slaves, of course.
Ships left here on the daily, hurriedly transporting excess stone to the growing city of Valeeria.
Up from there, Lion's Rest was the sole place in the entire city where nobody was having sex. The resting place of Varian Wrynn was respected. People still walked around there in little or no clothing, depending on the heat of the day, because that had become the thing to wear in Stormwind. As to dirtying the area with sexual fluids or desecrate a grave by having sex on top of it, nobody was that depraved.
The Cathedral Square had finished its remodelling. It was separated into three areas, Light at the westside, Shadow at the eastside and Twilight in between. Light was dedicated to the Cult of the Perfect Slave headed by K'ara and her naaru. She had somewhat eased the entering restrictions. Now women could join the cult whenever they wanted, even if they had been fucked many times before or even when they had a master. They just had to swear not to use their proper holes for the duration of their training, not even with their master. Popularity exploded; some people were into this sort of forced restriction from one another. If the longing got too great, blowjobs were still allowed.
Shadow dedicated to Xal'atath and her Cult of Freeuse, on the opposite side. It was much easier to enter there, basically everyone could come and stay, men and women alike if they so desired, although the latter was much more common. Challenged by the naaru, the old goddess decided that they should also train their members, rather than just be a depraved place of regular orgies. The members of her cult were trained in all the arts of sex and, thanks to a much wider arrange of practice, outpaced the Light cult by quite the margin.
Basically, the Light cult produced sluts that were perfect servants and great sluts while the Shadow cult produced perfect sluts and great servants. Priorities and kind of training shifted, but both were highly sought after by the humans of Stormwind. Managing to become the sole master of either set them up for a long and satisfied love life.
In the Twilight area of the Cathedral Square, Arch Bishop Omnius governed over the new Church of Stormwind. Orgies during the mess were part of the program, every weekend of the year became dedicated to some sort of body type or part to be worshipped and generally things were just fulfilled, spiritually and physically.
