Anduin had long since gotten used to the ease with which people with access to mages could travel the world. Even knowing what portals could offer, the rapidity with which he moved from the elemental plane of water to the entrance of Deepholm, the elemental plane of earth, was nothing short of staggering.
Utilizing the knowledge he had gained through the enslavement of Jaine, Modera, and Azshara, combined with various tweaks gained from other insights, he put together a spell that instantly transported them from one spot to the other. Salara and Aquila did not even stop worshipping his cock. The two elemental rulers were running their tongues all over his manhood with slavish devotion, one the buzzcut-wearing, red-skinned, tall and curvy being she always as, the other a copy of the same in blue.
The sucking sounds of their pillowy lips competed with the loud crashes of waves on the rocks. Water was drawn at rapid speed towards the swirling centre of the Maelstrom that sat in the heart of Azeroth's map. The waters churned endlessly, never draining anyway, just twisting and turning about the destruction of the most powerful magical nexus the would had ever seen -- until recently. By now, Stormwind and the Summerwind Circle surpassed it. Anduin was certain of that much.
At the bottom of the Maelstrom, where a bright orange glow marked the passage, the veil between worlds had been torn down by Deathwind at the beginning of the Cataclysm. There, anyone could pass into Deepholm.
Salara and Aquila were all that were still with him. With two elemental rulers already secured, Anduin felt no need to keep the rest of his harem occupied. They would guard him well enough and with the knowledge shared through the brands they had so eagerly, beggingly accepted, he now understood the borders between realms better than any of his haremettes. They were best at home, tending to the children he already had, doing the best they could for the common people, and further researching the extent of their abilities. All knowledge and power they discovered was his as well and in this new world there was much to find out. All of them were more powerful and youthful than ever before.
Plucking, specifically, at the connection he had with Aquila, he pulled on the knowledge of the element of water. The form he poured his mana into was unfamiliar to his physical body, even if his mind felt as if it was entirely natural. The interplay was interesting and a sensation he was gradually getting used to. This was usually what happened when he used the skills of one of his women.
A nearby wave stopped in the middle of its descend. Rather than crush against the stone, it turned into a tendril, then into a elliptic shape. Hovering up to Anduin and his two new slaves, the wave gently scooped them up, then hardened into warm ice. He mingled fire and water to achieve that little trick.
The pleasantly heated shard of white hovered upwards, then drifted down the Maelstrom. The roiling waters calmed where he sailed and returned to chaos behind him. Perhaps he did have the might to calm this wound, but he did not have the time to engage in that ritual today. Besides, this portal served him right now.
Service by the fire and water slave never ceased. Even as the orange glow swallowed them, even as the air shifted and the smell of salt was replaced with sand and dust, all they cared about was to drag their nimble tongues over his pulsing shaft. "Mashtahrr is shoooo delicious," Aquila slurred.
"Such a fucking stud!" Salara agreed, sucking on his balls. Aquila took the opportunity to wrap the deep blue lips of her mirrored form around the tip of his shaft and dive down.
To the orgasmic screams of the orally sensitive slave, the shard of ice descended into Deepholm. The realm, or this specific part of the realm anyhow, was a vast chamber entirely encapsulated by dark, craggy rocks. Here and there, pools of magma spotted the landscape. A trail of Deathwing's blood, when he retreated here from his first major loss. A terror long since defeated.
Beyond that, there were vast biomes. Forests of trees and obelisks, tunnels and cliffs, caves and dripstones. At the heart of it all was a giant temple. A pillar that held up the difference between the two realms. There, shamans had put up their headquarters during the Cataclysm. Therazane, the then Lady of Earth, had been an elemental that could be reasoned with.
Unfortunately, she had also been hideous. The Stonemother was an obese woman, with short limbs and a head the size of a boulder, a grin like a jagged cliffside splitting her flat face. Magic could have changed that, but Anduin found himself quietly hoping she had been replaced with something more... presentable.
He had reason to be enthusiastic. While Aquila's throat was replaced with Salara's, his ears picked up the debauched tones of a massive orgy from within the World Pillar temple. The voices of women nearly drowned out that of the men, had it not been for the latter delivering such authority sentences that cut through the constant buzz of moans.
Anduin settled the ice shard near the massive arch that lead into the temple. A visual joined the sound. Before him was an expansive scene female curves, intersperced with the occasional man that they dotted on. The females, near exclusively, were elementals, although the female shamans had also found joy in submission. For once, there was no exception to that rule. It was, solely, the men that had control over the scene. They dominated, let themselves be worshipped, or worshipped those gorgeous females that trusted them so deeply with their bodies.
The present earth elementals were entirely changed, turned into voluptuous embodiments of fertility. Many of them were short, some were tall. Hard stone surfaces had been replaced by softer materials. A mixture between mud and slime seemed to be the most common, although many simply appeared like they had become flesh or something so close to flesh it hardly mattered. A shared mantra of fertility filled the air, "Get me pregnant, get me pregnant!"
"Emperor Anduin," a male voice greeted him the moment he settled down. Out from the chamber-wide orgy stepped a single man. An ork, too naked to make out his rank from his clothes, his burly arms around two wonderfully shaped elementals. They were chubbier than Anduin preferred them. Even if it wasn't his chosen type he could not deny that appeal of their motherly bodies. "We have been waiting for you."
"You should have sent a message," Anduin said, raising his voice slightly to overpower the omnipresent moans. The plane of earth seemed, like the plane of water, entirely appeased and evidently had been for a while. He could see baby bumps among many of the female shamans.
The ork grinned. "We were told to wait until you came yourself. I see you already found and convinced the rulers of fire and water."
"How could we not be convinced?" Aquila swooned.
"Literally fucking made in the image of the perfect Master's world order," Salara added.
"Then I am expected by the ruler of this plane?" Anduin asked.
"Aye, follow me. She'll explain everything."
