There was some, but ultimately no lengthy discussion about the fate of Suramar. Thalyssra revealed to her people her and Valtrois' personal choice to submit and with it delivered the announcement that they had to make the call whether they wanted to be with the Alliance or remain on their own. The Nightwell was restored, improved even. The power present in those ancient waters was now completely self-sustaining. By Stellagosa's design and Anduin's request, it hadn't taken in any perverted qualities either. It was, by every measure, a pure font of power.
That served as a foundation of trust for the nightborn to make their decision from. Most were happy to follow Thalyssra, trusting that the woman that had removed the previous tyrants wouldn't deliver them to another one. Those that had doubts and those that were heckling, Anduin took on a tour of Stormwind. Afterwards, any inhibitions were dispersed. Suramar was turned into a monarchy, Valtrois (because Thalyssra wanted to remain with a slave title) declared queen and then married to Anduin, who was granted the title by proxy.
Afterwards, the first point of order was what to do with Suramar itself. It was certainly a possibility to move the entire city to Stormwind, adding the massive elven city to the Alliance's capital like Dalaran and the Exodar had been. The Nightwell had all the power required for such an undertaking and they had the arcane know-how. However, the strategic position of Suramar was too important to relinquish.
The Broken Isles were, as the name implied, incredibly difficult terrain. Mountains and crags dominated the landscape and what there was in terms of relatively flat terrain was typically steeped in magical energies of the malevolent variety. There were undead, straggling demons, twisted mutations of the Nightmare, and wildlife several times more dangerous than most other places in Azeroth. Suramar wasn't just the only city of notable size in that entire mess, it was the only place on the entire archipelago such a city could even be erected at, without extensive terraforming. Even that was only because the city was a pocket of land that had been shielded from the devastating explosion of the Well of Eternity that had created the island in the first place.
Whoever controlled Suramar controlled the only place from which sizable operations could be launched. Any attempts by the Horde or other third parties to land on the Broken Isles would have to stay modest in size due to the lack of harbours and campsites. Essentially, the entire archipelago was a natural fortress in the water.
That fortress had many things to offer, making it valuable to hold onto. On the island itself was a wealth of historical landmarks. The Tomb of Sargeras, the Eye of Aszhara, several Burning Legion camps, Black Rook Hold, the Temple of Elune, the Dreamgrove, and Aggramar's Vault, to name only the most prominent. Each of them was a site of extreme magical, cultural, or historical importance. The demonically infested places would usually have been a problem, but with the Eredar, succubi and other sexual demons integrated, the Alliance had the means to use them to their advantage.
Then there was the strategic placement of the Broken Isles, which could not be understated. They were west of Kul'Tiras, about as far from the sea kingdom as the sea kingdom was from the Eastern Kingdoms. Had Suramar fallen into the Horde's hands, it would have been the perfect staging ground for a naval invasion of Kul'Tiras, which in turn would have totally crippled the Alliance's capability to act on the high seas. That would have been before the current ships of metal and Slutstud engines took to the water, of course, but it would have been a concern.
Now that the Alliance held the island, it shortened the distance between their closest military-grade harbour and the east coast of Kalimdor by about a fifth. Any day shaved off on an assault on Orgrimmar was of immense value. Additionally, the Alliance now sat right at the Zandalari's doorstep. The last great troll empire had been considering joining the Horde. Such negotiations had slowed when it was Anduin who personally defeated the greatest threat to their civilization, the old god G'huun. Even if the Alliance and Zandalar had no close ties, anyone with a shred of honour would have skipped out on joining the enemy of one's saviour.
What honour delayed, realism fully shattered. It would have been beyond foolish for the Zandalari to join the Horde, whose navy would need to sail about five times the distance that the Alliance now needed to attack. Aligning themselves against the Alliance would have spelled the end of the Zandalari empire.
The Broken Isles also put the Alliance much closer to both Northrend and Pandaria. Both were important. Courtesy of the enslavement of the dragons, the Alliance already de-facto controlled most of the northern continent. The Dragonwastes, appropriately named because they held the various Sanctums of the Dragonflights, let Anduin project influence on the rest of the continent whenever he wished. That they had a greater supply line than before only aided further expeditions. Pandaria was fundamentally neutral and Anduin was fine with keeping it that way. The Broken Isles would make trade a little bit easier.
All in all, this additional navy pitstop broadened their sphere of influence. Such expansions, bit by bit, drove the Horde out of its position as the Alliance's rival. Without a single further engagement, the Alliance could end the current duality of world powers and ascend to the status of true hegemon. Sylvanas would have no choice but to surrender and then Azeroth would be united under one Alliance, led by one man.
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That one man, Anduin Llane Wrynn, was staring at Ysera's ass. Of all the fantastic angles and poses it could be looked at, the High King thought that the doggy style position made it look the best. Light purple skin stretched smoothly over the twin spheres of the dragoness' backside. Her ass was raised high, her head kept low, her body on all fours, and her expression one of intense bliss as she rocked back and forth, her Master's cock vanishing balls deep inside her tight cunt with each swing.
They were at the centre of the large bed that had been brought into the largest apartment in Suramar's Palace. While the building couldn't compare to what Stormwind Keep had become after its fusion with Karazhan, it was easily among the most fantastic palaces in all of Azeroth. Marble white walls and arcane luxuries were a fitting environment to bed the High King's many queens and sex slaves.
His tenth wife screamed, while Anduin hammered against her jiggling ass. Louder even, she shouted when he delivered a hefty smack to that deliciously large rump of hers. "Lifeseeder! Master!" the Dream Slave exclaimed, while her cunt tightened around his girthy rod. Her head flew back. Suddenly, she turned quiet, orgasmic spasms pressing the air out of her lungs.
Anduin ceased thrusting, to let Ysera ride out her orgasm. In the pause, he repositioned himself, no longer kneeling behind her fantastic ass but squatting above it. Grabbing both horns of hers as his handles, he prepared himself to pound her even harder. Something that, after a little more waiting, he mercilessly did.
Spine curved between her raised ass and manhandled head, Ysera was at the mercy of her Master. Gushes of pussy juice created a growing wet spot on the sheet between her trembling legs. "Yes, yes, yes, yeeee-e-e-eeeesssss!" she could only moan, getting fucked exactly like she wanted. "Use your seedbed, Master!"
