"It is done," the ghost of Medivh announced and the room let out an audible sigh of relief. The crowd of demons and mages slumped to the floor, all of them looking at the fruits of their labour. A circular pond, not too much unlike the Kingswell, sat in the middle of the chamber. Unlike the beautiful glowing of Silvermoon's fond of power, this one had a murky grey colour that swirled like muddy water. Sparks of green swam within, giving it an eerie glow.
All of the power that had seeped into the surrounding landscape when Medivh had been slain and the power of Sargeras within him unleashed was now bound to that water. The ritual had been complicated and strenuous but, with the ample resources that Anduin provided, easily executed. Medivh had already finished the preparation on his end before they got there. Really, organizing the move of hundreds of demons and mages, along with several barrels of Kingswell water had been the real challenge. The mages had drawn the power from the land, the demons had channelled it and the Kingswell water had been the suitable medium to bind it.
The resulting fond of power, Anduin found to exude a vile aura, but the nearby demons were quite fond of it. Alythess and Sacrolash, being around since they had helped with the ritual, even went as far to wash themselves in the waters. Since there was hardly a way they could become anymore corrupt through fel energy, Anduin said nothing.
Medivh didn't seem to mind either. "The Dusk Pond, will be a fitting name for this," the passed Guardian of Tirisfal said while stroking his translucent chin.
Anduin looked with interest at the increasing number of demons that approached the water. They giggled happily as they touched it and slid out of what little clothing they may have worn. "Is it possible to utilize this power to the benefit of the Alliance?"
"Under normal circumstances, I would deny any such idea. Fel is far too corrupting to be used for anything truly benevolent," the ghost chuckled. "With you, however, you might make the impossible work... yes... with how many loyal demons you have around... not to mention those three..." Medivh's eyes darted from the twins washing each other over to Aclysia. Half demon or not, she was a powerful fel user. "...if it comes to the worst, your power could solve any issues, I am sure of it."
Anduin nodded. Beyond those he mentioned and himself, he also had the supreme power of Xal'atath and K'ara on demand, not to mention his various subjects. Whatever problem would arrive, he was certain they could deal with it in some way. "Then I will have it arranged that things will be moved."
"Let that be my worry, High King," the ghost of Medivh told him. "Leave me my apprentice and his mages and we will make sure the Dusk Pond gets delivered to you safely."
"How typical of you to work me to the bone when we meet again," Khadgar chimed in, leaning onto Atiesh. The staff was quite simple for how powerful it was. Just a long wooden shaft with a raven idol at the end of it.
"I left you numerous burdens, this one should be the least of it," the Guardian of Tirisfal mused.
"Should I stay as well, Master?" Modera asked. She was the last of his harem that accompanied him on this journey. Being an arch mage herself, her presence had been vital.
Looking to Medivh and Khadgar for more information, the two men soon nodded. "All magic power we can get would be appreciated."
"Then stay, Modera, do your best and I will reward you when you are back in Stormwind," Anduin promised the auburn-haired slave.
"The only reward I desire is to keep serving you," the arch mage swooned and then moaned when Anduin slapped her on the ass. For once, they were clothed, causing the sound to be less of a satisfying smack than usual. Given the importance of the ritual, doing it without their enchanted robes would have been foolish in the mages' case. The demons were all as naked or barely clothed as usual, as they didn't share the issue.
With his hand on her ass, he pulled her closer and into a deep kiss. Blushing heavily, Modera sighed lustfully. Her hands wandered into her master's pants and grabbed his hardening cock. Once he was fully erect, he commanded, "On your knees, show me that you will miss me." Without a moment's hesitation, Modera dropped, pulling his pants down along the way, and started sucking.
Anduin returned to the conversation as if nothing unusual was going on. Which, by the standards of all of those present, there wasn't. Khadgar even beckoned one of the succubi that he had married to come closer and give him the same service. With the business concluded, pleasure was the logical next step.
Even Medivh got to experience some action at the hand of an eredar. Demons were rather skilled at interacting with ghosts. All three men continued their conversation easefully, even while their cocks were balls deep inside the throats of willing sex slaves. Despite being demons and despite handling smaller dicks, the succubus and the eredar both were less enduring in how long they could deep throat.
"Duskwood, Deadwind Pass, the Swamp of Sorrows and the Blasted Lands," Anduin listed, "those areas are now free of corruption, is that correct?"
