"And therefore, the Bronze Dragonflight is willing to subjugate itself to the will of Stormwind," Nozdormu explained. "It just makes the most sense, timeline wise."
Anduin slowly nodded at the Bronze Dragonaspect. The dragon of time had taken the shape of a high elf that was taller and more muscular than the real people of that species. Long brown hair was confined in a high pony tail and his blue eyes glowed softly with power. "I didn't expect you to submit so easily," the High King admitted.
"If you can see the complicated mess of the future, you sometimes get to take a shortcut to a more desired outcome," Nozdormu explained with a wave of his hand. "Don't think about it too much, it barely makes sense to someone meant to guard time. It just works out in certain ways." The shapeshifted entity took a sip of tea. "Sticking with you is the only future in which my flight can continue to produce offspring. I will take the minor risk of failure. Truthfully, you have amassed so much power already, you could likely unify Azeroth in an instant."
"That is my ultimate goal. Until I have all the power necessary to guarantee it, I will not take the final steps, however."
"A wise policy," Nozdormu agreed. "My eternal loyalty lies with you and your Alliance, High King, for as long as our agreement is upheld."
The terms and conditions of that agreement were simple. Bronze Dragons were to have a certain privileged position in their subjugation. They would take another, semi-religious role in society, reading the future for people and choosing their masters or becoming one themselves depending on what the timestream told them. Nozdormu had suggested this solution not only for the betterment of society, but because he foresaw that his Dragonflight would be the only one that would not turn almost exclusively female with time.
Exposure to Slutstud and crossbreeding would apparently skew the gender ration to a 99 to 1 ratio within five generations. Dragons true form would become their humanoid shape, which would show several more draconic aspects such as Ysera's usual and Chromie's new form. However, they would still be able to turn into dragons without issue and female dragons would only give birth to dragons themselves. Therefore, all flights existence was secured in perpetuity, as long as Anduin's new society of unshackled lust came to pass.
The last term of their agreement was that, in the unlikely case that Nozdormu died, Chromie would become the new Aspect of Time. A title that didn't come with as much power as it once had, but was regardless an important occupation for the balance of the world.
They had this entire discussion within Wyrmrest Keep. Reaching it had been a matter of minutes for Anduin. Jaina had been there before, so she simply opened a portal and her husband stepped through. She came with him. Xal'atath and K'ara were by his side, as always during travels, Ysera and Chromie came along for obvious reasons, and, finally, Valeera came along for the pure joy of her company.
At this very moment, the blonde rogue was deepthroating his massive cock and massaging his shaft with her tongue. The earlyness of Anduin's arrival had not been anticipated, so the very people that had invited him were not around at the moment. Alexstrasza, the Red Dragonaspect of Life and Queen of Dragons, was out dealing with some issue of the undead around and Kalecgos had to overwatch some development in the Nexus, the Blue Dragonflights base of operations.
The permanently frozen wasteland of the Dragonblight, the central area of the arctic continent of Northrend, was where the Wyrmrest Temple stood. An ancient titan construction, it was filled with machines and formations even the most educated elf scholars barely understood. Guaranteed was only that, despite its frigid surroundings, it was a pleasant place to wait for the leaders of the flights at. Especially since Ysera's presence meant he had access to her luxurious apartment within the massive structure.
There, Nozdormu had awaited them. The two Aspects had exchanged words of happiness to see each other again, but the mood was light. There were no negative feelings between him and Ysera, but their relationship was quite sombre. Nozdormu liked to keep a clear and light mood to things, no matter what it was.
"I'll leave you to it then," Nozdormu declared. "Got to make the arrangements, talk to Medivh, I'm sure we can shift the Caverns of Time to be underneath Stormwind's Cathedral District somehow. Then I'll take my wife to Slaveforge. She said she foresaw us finding a nice succubus maid for breeding and the household." He walked towards the stone door. "You will have enough time to satisfy yourself before Alexstrasza arrives."
"A good thing to know," Anduin said with a thankful nod and cast down his eyes. He was less interested in watching the dragon leave than he was at the sight of his second wife sucking his cock. Her red lips stretched and slid around his massive member, as she bobbed up and down in his lap. He would have guided her with his hands, but both were occupied fingering Jaina. There were not one, not two, but four Jainas all around him. Two were nuzzling against his sides, sharing the comfortable couch with him, and two more were standing behind him. All four were pressing their massive, milky mammaries against him, enveloping in a metaphorical ocean of jiggling soft meat.
With the help of Xal'atath and K'ara, Jaina had modified the Mirror Image spell to be something more fun. Usually, the arcane spell was used solely to create illusions that could cast simple arcane spells themselves, but lacked higher intelligence and the ability to feel anything. Through a mixture of light and shadow energies, the talented archmage had managed to overcome this hurdle. Her Mirror Images were now perfect copies of her true body. They wouldn't last without her energy and were all guided by her will, but they could feel and they could pleasure her Master.
