“I look forward to further instruction, commander… but I will still have to take care of my own responsibilities as Exarch and Rangari Prime.”
 
Harry has to admit, he’s a little impressed. It was one thing for the Soulbinder not to pledge herself to him, he’d never given her the chance to, always keeping the ball gag in, or if not, shoving his cock down her throat instead. Frankly, Nyami wasn’t the kind of female Harry wanted following him around anyways. Sure, he’d converted a few bad girls here and there in the past, but he already had plenty of Draenei, and besides, he wasn’t quite sure yet if his own form of domination truly trumped the Burning Legion’s.
 
Exarch Naielle on the other hand had seemed like an excellent acquisition, and he’d fully expected to command her loyalty by now. The fact that she still had her duties to her people at the forefront of her mind instead of adoration and awe for him spoke of a strength of character that Harry can certainly respect. It seems that, instead of crafting another pet, he’s instead made a devoted student, intrigued by his work… but not succumbing to it herself.
 
Even still, the respect in Naielle’s voice makes it clear that even if she hasn’t broken upon his cock, she’s still likely to take anything he says with a lot more weight then before. No doubt, she will appreciate his counsel if ever he has suggestions for her, like how to interrogate future female prisoners, or how to vote on a particular issue within the Exarch Council.
 
Yes, this might not be what Harry expected, but it works well enough for his purposes all the same. Giving Naielle a smile and a chaste kiss on the cheek, Harry nods.
 
“Then I’ll leave the Soulbinder in your capable hands, Exarch. Until we meet again.”
 
-x-X-x-
 
It’s not long after that, that Harry finds himself reuniting with Yrel again. The newly minted Prophet seems to be settling into her position quite well, almost as if she belongs there, though she’s still relatively inexperienced. Perhaps that’s why she insists on coming with him and Vindicator Maraad when they finally decide they’re ready to take the fight to Gorgrond and the Iron Horde, once and for all.
 
Of course, things don’t go very well when they first arrive in southern region of Gorgrond. And for once, it’s not the fault of the Iron Horde. Harry’s eyes widen when he sees the Rangari Camp overrun by… plant creatures of all things. Looking like a particularly aggressive and altogether sentient strain of Devil’s Snare, the plant-creatures have nearly destroyed Naielle’s Watch at this point and killed many of the Rangari there.
 
Needless to say, both Maraad and Yrel charge in and begin fighting immediately to save whoever and whatever they can. In the face of such zealotry, how can Harry do anything else but lend a helping hand? Still, his initial fire magics… don’t have as much of an effect as he would have hoped. That shouldn’t be too much of a surprise, Harry supposes.
 
After all, if YOU were a sentient plant-person who was extremely aware of your own weakness to fire, wouldn’t YOU find ways to lessen that weakness? Whatever these creatures were, fire magic was no more powerful against them then anything else at his disposal. For a time, Harry settled for using the cutting curse to great effect instead, but more plant creatures were growing faster than he could cut them down.
 
In the end, irritated and ready to bring this to an end, the powerful wizard pulls out the Elder Wand… and casts fiendfyre. The magical curse from his own dimension produces fire nothing like the fire magic of Azeroth, truth be told. The enchanted flames, of immense size AND heat, were said to be capable of destroying anything in their path.
 
However, it came at a cost… control. If you weren’t strong enough, fiendfyre wouldn’t listen to you. It was as if it had a mind of its own, and it refused to be completely tamed. If it’s wielder couldn’t dominate it through sheer force of will, then it would turn on them and they too would be burnt to ash, along with everything else in the vicinity before the fiendfyre finally petered out.
 
Needless to say, this wasn’t a problem Harry had, and soon enough the battle was beginning to wind down as he swept through the plant-people ranks with his enchanted flames. Put simply, not only did the Elder Wand increase the power of his own world’s spells by a truly massive margin, it also gave him more control over said magic. And even if it didn’t, Harry was strong… stronger than most. He’d summoned fiendfyre with his holly wand more than enough and never had a problem controlling it.
 
Regardless, the plant-creatures, which Harry will later learn are called the Botani, are driven off quickly enough, forced to flee back into the trees as Harry sweeps the fiendfyre through the destroyed Rangari Camp. It gives wide berth to his allies of course, as well as the scant survivors of the Botani attack. When all is said and done and Harry regroups with Maraad and Yrel, it’s to find that only two Rangari have lived through the destruction of Naielle’s Watch.
 
Both Rangari Kaalya and Rangari D’kaan offer bows to him in thanks for saving their lives… though it’s Kaalya who has some choice words for his choice of company.
 
“We’ve heard much about your exploits, Commander. You must be very powerful, and very strong, to handicap yourself with a Temple Kneeler of all things.”
 
The way she eyes Yrel as she says ‘Temple Kneeler’ makes it clear just who she’s referring to. As Harry lifts an eyebrow in mild surprise and consternation, Yrel bristles angrily and stomps forward.
 
“This ‘Temple Kneeler’ just saved your life, along with the Commander! Show some respect!”
 
Rather than balking at being called out so blatantly by the woman who was supposed to be her new Prophet… the Rangari looks down her nose at Yrel, for what reasons Harry is only beginning to fathom. Is it her inexperience that has Kaalya disrespecting her? Does Kaalya not believe Yrel to be worthy of Velen’s mantle, or something?
 
Either way, Kaalya just snorts derisively at Yrel.
 
“I’ll show some respect when you earn it… Temple Kneeler.”
 
Yrel looks almost ready to smite the Rangari on the spot, puffing up like a particularly angry kitten… if that kitten were instead a space goat of deliciously voluptuous proportions. Chuckling, Harry steps in to defuse the situation.
 
“Ladies, please. We’re in enemy territory, having just fought off an invasion by plants. It would seem that Gorgrond is much more dangerous then even the presence of the Iron Horde would suggest. I think infighting is the last thing any of us need right now, alright? We need to stick together.”
 
Rangari Kaalya hesitates for a moment at that, before ultimately bowing her head in his direction. Even if she clearly doesn’t feel an ounce of respect for Yrel, his display with fiendfyre, and whatever of his other exploits she’s heard so far, have clearly left her with a great deal of respect for him. Meanwhile, Yrel also bows her head in acceptance, though she’s still blazing with anger.
 
Not that Harry knows it, given he’s not constantly sifting through Yrel’s mind or anything like that, but the reason that she’s most annoyed at Kaalya’s words is actually because of him. After all, there was a time when being called a ‘Temple Kneeler’ would have probably pleased her, for all that she knew it was meant as an insult. It was an insult that would have rung true though, before she met Harry, and that in and of itself would have turned it into a compliment.
 
Now though, now Yrel disagreed with Kaalya’s words on a fundamental level. Calling her a Temple Kneeler was just plain wrong, these days. Yrel would not kneel in a Temple ever again… because the object of her worship now traveled at her side, or rather, she traveled at his. Harry was the only man, the only being, the only entity really, that Yrel would ever kneel for. Even with Velen’s symbol glowing across her brow, the newly minted Prophet of the Draenei knew the truth… the Light… the Light was a tool to be used. Harry though, Harry was worthy of her worship.
 
One day, she hoped that all among the Draenei would understand and accept this. The women in particular. Truth be told, that was what really stayed Yrel’s hand when it came to punishing Kaalya for her insubordination and disrespect. At the very least, the Rangari seemed to have a warrior’s respect for Harry. If the bitch had disrespected Harry, Yrel would have come down on her like a ton of bricks. Insubordination towards herself, Yrel could handle. But treating Harry as anything less than the man he is… she would never be able to stomach, not in a million years.
 
Of course, Harry knows none of this. He really doesn’t know what sort of creature he’s created by breaking Yrel into another one of his pets. Not yet, at least. He’ll learn though, soon enough…
 
-x-X-x-
 
What follows is… well, certainly a trek through the jungle that Harry isn’t going to forget any time soon. After saving Kaalya and D’kaan, the latter was quick to be on his way back to Shadowmoon to give his report to Exarch Naielle. Harry was perfectly fine with letting him go… frankly, he’d be okay with Maraad going with him, but alas it was not meant to be.
 
In the end, it was Harry, the Vindicator, and two female Draenei who just couldn’t resist sniping at each other. This lasted until they recovered Thaelin Darkanvil, and then he’d joined their party as well. Between the five of them, but mostly thanks to Harry’s overwhelming magical capabilities, they were really able to handle anything that Gorgrond had to throw at them. And let’s be clear here, it had a LOT to throw at them.
 
Harry still hadn’t even seen a single member of the Iron Horde by the time all was said and done, truth be told. But from what he’d heard, they were all in the northern parts of the zone, and for a few days, the human found himself dealing with things in the southern parts of the zone instead. This mostly meant mulching a LOT of plant people… but thankfully, with the acquisition of Darkanvil, this become a lot more fun.
 
Fiendfyre did the trick, but it wasn’t fun, it was never fun. Harry might have been able to control the accursed enchanted flames, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed doing so. It was an untamed beast that he was forced to be ever-focused on, at least when he was using it. In comparison, getting to use the dwarven contraptions created by Thaelin Darkanvil and his fellow Dark Iron survivors… that was a damn TREAT.
 
Frankly, it was the most fun Harry had had since coming to Draenor if he was being honest. Oh sure, the sex with numerous gorgeous Space Goats was great and all… but he had sex all the time. Getting to blow up plant people with dwarven weaponry had truly been a delight. Harry had greatly enjoyed the destruction, and he’d especially enjoyed taking down Iyu without having to use fiendfyre again. The genesaur was a pain in the ass, but in the end, he’d fallen like all the rest of his worshippers.
 
Now, with them having established a new outpost in Highpass, Harry found himself dealing with a different sort of problem… but certainly not anything he was… unfamiliar with at this point. With all said and done, with all their current threats taken care of, and a bit of rest between now and when they would take the fight further north to the Iron Horde itself, Harry found himself staring down at the Rangari Kaalya as she kneels before him with her head bowed.
 
“Commander, your skills at survival are commendable, but you still have many blind spots. You have need of a Rangari such as myself to help you and your forces, or Draenor is going to eat you up like a goren eating a rock. Tell me… will you accept my offer?”
 
She wants to serve under him. That much is obvious. But she also still has her pride, that much is equally obvious. So, she phrases it like this, needing to make it something of an equivalent exchange, needing to make it clear what she brings to the table, so that she’s not viewed as some sort of freeloader. Harry can understand that. He can even respect it.
 
But before he can respond, someone who has something to say about Kaalya’s intentions has heard her offer and pipes up from the side.
 
“The Commander doesn’t need you! He has plenty of capable people surrounding him already, people who are loyal to him!”
 
As Yrel stomps forward, Harry lifts an eyebrow and decides to wait a moment before interjecting, curious to see where this is going. While it’s true that Kaalya would ultimately probably be superfluous in some ways, they do need all the help they can get at this point, and if she’s willing to work directly under him, well, he’s perfectly okay with that.
 
Yrel, it seems, has problems with the idea though. Neither woman has made much headway in gaining the respect of the other while they fought their way through the lower half of Gorgrond side by side. Harry had hoped that with some battles would come some camaraderie, and he’d hoped that given enough time, Kaalya would see that Yrel was capable enough and not just some ‘Temple Kneeler’.
 
However, it was obvious that that wasn’t how things turned out. Not getting up from her kneeling position (after all, he hasn’t said yes or no yet) the Draenei Rangari turns her attention over to the leader of her people, not an ounce of respect in her gaze or her voice. In fact, Kaalya’s tone is that of scorn as she scoffs at Yrel.
 
“You doubt my capabilities, Temple Kneeler? Even now? Shall we go look at that great creature we all felled, the one called Iyu? Shall we count how many of my arrows pepper it’s hide? The Commander was the one who brought the genesaur down in the end, but I was right by his side, assisting him the entire way. And what were you doing? Ah, that’s right. You stayed in the back, doing what all temple kneelers do.”
 
Now, that really wasn’t fair, though Harry doesn’t say anything even now. Yrel was outfitted with armor and a weapon, so she COULD have gone forward and fought the genesaur with the rest of them… it was Harry’s orders that had seen her staying back and using her connection with the Light to heal instead. He hadn’t believed that putting any of their people in direct melee range with the massive, hulking plant monster was a good idea.
 
In the end, all of the fighting had taken place at range, which was why Kaalya had gotten plenty of hits on the genesaur before Harry finally finished Iyu off, and while Yrel hadn’t gotten to hit the thing with her crystal mace even a single time. In the end, it was all Harry’s fault. The only reason he doesn’t point that out, is his own curiosity. Just how loyal and devoted to him is Yrel? Will she throw him under the bus here, and point out that he’s the one who gave that order? Not that it’s really throwing him under the bus. More using him as a scapegoat to protect her own pride and honor.
 
Of course, Harry already knows what Kaalya’s next response will be. After all, she was there when Harry gave Yrel her orders, she knows what the true score is. If Yrel points out that it was his orders that saw her out of the fighting right now, then Kaalya is ready to snap back with a reply about how he too must not think much of Yrel’s combat capabilities.
 
It’s a verbal trap, and Harry watches on, interested to see if Yrel will fall into it, curious to see how the newly minted Prophet of the Draenei People will respond to one of said people questioning her so vehemently. In the end… he doesn’t think either he or Kaalya are truly expecting Yrel’s response. Instead of replying with words, the beautiful Draenei steps forward… and yanks down his pants, letting his massive bitch breaker flop out right then and there, at eye-level with Kaalya thanks to the Draenei’s kneeling.
 
“You call me Temple Kneeler, Rangari. You act like I wish to spend the rest of my days worshipping the Light in the safety of Karabor. But no… no, THIS is what I truly kneel for. And if you wish to serve my Master, then you will kneel for it as well!”
 
Kaalya rears back in surprise and confusion, but Yrel doesn’t give the Rangari a chance to escape. Glowing with light energy that suffuses her body, clearly drawing upon her powers to enhance her strength, the former priestess grabs her rival by the horns and yanks Kaalya in, shoving her face first into Harry’s cock quite aggressively.
 
Harry, for his part, is a rock, unmoving even as he raises an eyebrow at Yrel’s fanaticism. The Draenei isn’t looking at him though, she’s staring down at Kaalya and his crotch with a manic grin on his face, and when Harry feels a light tongue, he blinks and looks down as well. Kaalya’s nostrils are flaring, and the Draenei’s own wide eyes are going crossed as she tries to stare at the massive schlong pressing against her skin. She’s breathing in his musk… and from the way she squirms, it’s obvious she quite likes the smell.
 
Her tongue traces out again, just as involuntary as the first time, and licks at his cock once more, testing the taste and from the look in her eyes, not minding it one bit. Given time, it’s obvious that Kaalya would probably see the benefit of… a closer relationship with him, as the human commander in charge of the Alliance forces on Draenor.
 
But Yrel has other plans, and no intentions of giving Kaalya an ounce more of time to assess or process the situation.
 
“That’s not how you worship the Master, you bitch! You have to put your BACK into it!”
 
Yanking Kaalya back by her horns causes the Rangari to cry out… which is exactly what Yrel is waiting for. Tugging on the Rangari until her open mouth is lined up perfectly with the head of Harry’s massive cock, Yrel proceeds to SLAM Kaalya down his length, forcing him into her mouth and impaling the Rangari’s throat on his member.
 
“HUUUUUGHLLLHGK!!!”
 
Kaalya’s eyes widen and she chokes dramatically as Yrel forces her forward all in one fell swoop, not stopping until the Rangari’s throat is bulging with his dick. Her tongue tries to push back against him, but in the end only succeeds in writhing helplessly and pleasurably against the underside of his dick. Kaalya in turn tries to buck Yrel off as well, but the light-infused Prophet isn’t about to let that happen, proving just how much STRONGER she is compared to the Rangari who’s been belittling her for her inexperience and weakness these past few days.
 
“Good! Now, let me show you how it’s really done!”
 
And with that, Yrel begins to face fuck Kaalya on his dick.
 
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
The helpless Rangari immediately begins gagging on his length of course, her throat not meant to take a meat log of Harry’s caliber. She chokes and she gags and she gurgles along his member, her tongue continuing to slide back and forth, trying to find purchase, trying to push him out so she can breathe but to no avail. Yrel sneers at Kaalya’s pitiful attempts at resistance, and just goes even harder, forcing the other Draenei down more and more of his length until her head is buried in Harry’s crotch and her lips are touching the base of his shaft.
 
It’s incredibly violent, and incredibly messy too. Kaalya’s drool and slobber and saliva are everywhere, even as tears stream down her beautiful blue cheeks, out of her glowing eyes. She looks up at him beseechingly, but Harry just stares down at her, expressionless. Truth be told… he’s feeling a lot of things right now. But chief among those is surprise, and Harry is a master at hiding when he’s been blindsided by something.
 
So, right now, all Kaalya sees as she looks up into his gaze while Yrel fucks her face on his cock, is cold disinterest staring back down at her.
 
“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”
 
Meanwhile, Yrel isn’t letting up for even a moment, taking all of her pent up anger out on the subject of said anger, relishing in forcing Kaalya to choke on his cock as she’s doing, massively enjoying slowly asphyxiating the Draenei Rangari on his member. Kaalya’s biggest mistake was making this request in private, waiting for no one else to be around before offering to become one of his followers. She’d clearly been at least a little afraid of rejection and hadn’t wanted to make a scene if he said no, obviously.
 
Now though, that need for privacy has backfired on the Rangari massively, because Yrel was just waiting in the wings, ready to swoop in and do this, and now Kaalya is choking on human dick as his tasty precum slowly flows down her throat and into her stomach. And it doesn’t look like Yrel has any intentions of letting up any time soon.
 
Yrel’s fanaticism is certainly giving Harry pause. He supposes, in hindsight, that the signs were actually there from the beginning. He’s just been glossing over them, oblivious to what Yrel has become. To be fair, he’s only really seen something similar to what he’s seeing now in Yrel twice before, and even those were different circumstances with their own small changes. Azshara… yeah, Azshara certainly counted… and then there was Ysera and her bestial breeding instinct.
 
In the end though, just as Azshara and Ysera couldn’t be compared to one another, neither could Yrel be compared to either of them. She was her own woman and her own set of circumstances, with her own triggers that had ultimately made her snap on Kaalya and resulted in this… honestly quite pleasurable bit of brutality.
 
Watching her crazed expression as she slams Kaalya’s face down into his pubes again and again in a blur of Light-enhanced motion, Harry isn’t sure whether to be impressed or not. Honestly though, it’s pretty fucking hot, and it feels fucking phenomenal. But even as Yrel feeds Kaalya his cock, it’s obvious that the young Prophet doesn’t see this as enough of a punishment for the Rangari’s sins.
 
Instead, while one hand continues to drive Kaalya down the length of his cock again and again, the other is tearing the Rangari’s mail armor off of her, exposing her entire body in all of its delicious, tight, firm, and fit glory. Once she’s done that, Yrel lifts Kaalya’s tail up, even as she moves into position and brings her own tail up between her legs.
 
From there, much to Harry’s amazement, Yrel MOUNTS the poor Rangari’s ass, thrusting her prehensile tail INTO Kaalya’s back door with violent force. In response, Kaalya, who Harry can immediately tell has never even thought about the possibility of anal before, let alone experienced it, immediately begins squealing and shrieking and screaming as she’s defiled back there.
 
Of course, all of her cries are quite muffled by the fact that Harry’s cock is still stretching out her jaw and forcing its way down her throat. The reverberations caused by the Rangari’s squealing are enough to tip Harry right over the edge though, and he groans as he very nearly drowns her in a torrent of cum that explodes out of her facial orifices, her nostrils flaring as geysers of seed erupt from them, the sides of her mouth bulging out for a moment before she spews his seed all over the place.
 
However, just because he’s cum doesn’t mean Yrel is done. In fact, it does little to slow Yrel’s humping hip as she continues to fuck Kaalya with her tail, giving the Rangari the anal pounding that the newly christened Prophet no doubt feels Kaalya deserves. Her nonstop plowing of Kaalya’s asshole forces her face to press limply into Harry’s hip, even as her throat continues to be used as a cocksleeve, backing shit up quite a lot.
 
It’s clear as day to Harry that this is as much for Yrel’s own satisfaction and vindication as it is for him. His pet Prophet is absolutely enjoying the way her tail rubs against her own pussy and clit betwixt her thighs on its way to Kaalya’s ass, her moans filling the area and her eyes fluttering in enjoyment. Panting heavily, clearly not willing to let up any time soon, Yrel fucks Kaalya like this for some time, to the extent that Harry wonders if she’s going to straight up kill the other Draenei.
 
There’s no denying that the Rangari is on her last legs, and Harry begins to wonder if he should step in. With his seed blocking up her throat and Yrel forcing Kaalya’s cum-coated face all the way down to the base of his cock, the latter Draenei is not getting much oxygen to her brain right now. The glow of her eyes is beginning to dim, and her eyes themselves have glazed over completely. Her arms hang limply beneath her, and it’s obvious she’s only up on her knees still because Yrel is holding onto her hips from behind and she’s currently impaled on Harry’s cock in the front.
 
Eventually though, Yrel’s rubbing against her own tail leads to the young Draenei screaming out her orgasmic pleasure as she shakes and spasms, her eyes rolling in her skull and her pussy juices squirting everywhere. She falls back somewhat limply and drags Kaalya with her… which in turn causes a whole new slew of messes.
 
Freed from the meat rod that had dammed up most of the cum, a true geyser of white hot seed shoots up out of Kaalya’s mouth before falling back down on the two Draenei, painting them both white with Harry’s ejaculate. Her one taut stomach is inflated and distended from the amount of cum left over, as well as the massive tail that Yrel STILL has lodged up Kaalya’s poor ass.
 
The Rangari is inches away from death at this point, no doubt about that… but Yrel obviously isn’t done with her yet, because she brings her hands, glowing with the Light, down upon Kaalya’s body, effectively ‘resurrecting’ the poor Rangari back from the brink. Just as Kaalya is starting to recover from her near-death experience, just as she’s starting to get some of her mental faculties back in order, Yrel is grabbing her fellow Draenei by the hooves and pulling her legs back, bending Kaalya into something of a pretzel right before Harry’s eyes.
 
The offer is obvious, Kaalya’s anus still impaled on Yrel’s tail, but her untouched cunt, glistening and moist, is fully on display, completely open for Harry to do whatever he wants with.
 
“Please, Master! Please take your prize! Show this stupid bitch the power of your magnificent cock!”
 
He’s a little hesitant after Yrel’s crazy display. Honestly, she’s gone a bit bonkers, hasn’t she? But in the end, Harry chalks it up to a sheltered life before now. Surely this is just a phase where she’s exploring the depths of her depravity and debauchery. Given some time, he assumes she’ll mellow out a little bit… and at the end of the day, the zealotry is just a tad sexy, he has to admit.
 
Shrugging, Harry moves into position and places the head of his massive cock up against Kaalya’s cunt lips, right as true consciousness is returning to the Rangari’s fluttering eyes. She looks down the length of herself, at where they’re about to be joined, and opens her mouth to speak.
 
“N-No, wai-mmph!”
 
Before she can make her reluctance fully clear, Yrel has already grabbed her face and shoved three fingers down her throat, pistoning them in and out as she silences the Rangari entirely. Harry raises an eyebrow, but in the end just shrugs, knowing full well that by the time he’s done with her, Kaalya won’t be nearly as recalcitrant anymore.
 
With a loud groan, he fills the Draenei bitch with his cock. Kaalya is unbelievably tight, and while there’s no virginity for him to take, he has to wonder if perhaps she was a virgin up until this point anyways, and that it was just her rough lifestyle that robbed her of her hymen before now. Either way, the gorgeous alien is helpless before his cock, which quickly begins to resize her cunt to fit it perfectly, another sheathe for his member, made BY his member. As he thrusts in and out of her, Harry groans happily, not paying much attention to Kaalya herself, or even Yrel, the one who’s given him this gift. He’s too busy enjoying the gift at the end of the day, too busy having his way with another delicious Draenei.
 
It really has been a bit of a mix so far, hasn’t it? Yrel and Nyami were both soft and curvy, with Yrel having been a priestess before now, and Nyami being a Soulbinder. Neither of them were precisely fit nor athletic, though they were still both quite beautiful. Meanwhile, Samaara, Naielle, and Kaalya had all proven to be as well-muscled and physically fit as any of the female orcs he’d taken over in Frostfire. The three Draenei were fighters, rangers, warriors… and it showed in how their holes flexed around his cock, taking some extra time to loosen up and causing him to ravage them all the more violently.
 
The Rangari Prime, Exarch Naielle, hadn’t broken on his dick… but then, she had a lot more experience and a lot more strength of will then Rangari Kaalya did. Not to mention… she didn’t have a Prophet whispering in her ear the entire while. As Harry really lays into Kaalya with all his might, he has no idea that Yrel is whispering into Kaalya’s ears. Maybe if he were a little less oblivious, he would realize what Yrel was murmuring… and that he had a bit of a problem.
 
-x-X-x-
 
“He is the Light. Do you not see? He is a Temple in and of himself, and I am happy to kneel before him… as you must be too.”
 
Kaalya whimpers, even as Yrel’s voice caresses her inner ear, the other Draenei still fucking her ass, even as the human Commander fucks her cunt, slamming up against her cervix with every thrust of his utterly massive cock.
 
“His bitch-breaker fills you, as it did me, as it did my sister, as it has other women of our race and many more besides. He is not just a man… he is divinity made manifest. Surely you must see it?”
 
To say Kaalya was terrified of Yrel at this point would be an understatement. She’d made a truly monumental mistake, trying to match herself against the new Prophet. She should have known from the start that Yrel was no mere Temple Kneeler. After all, would she have called Prophet Velen a Temple Kneeler? Of course not. And yet, Kaalya had been foolish enough not to pay the one who now bore Velen’s mark the respect she deserved.
 
Yrel was so much more than her predecessor, however. The way she wielded the Light… it was as if she controlled it, rather than worshipping it. But then, that was exactly what she’d said, wasn’t it? Before… she’d made it clear that the Light was nothing but a tool, and that this human man… he was the only one worthy of her worship.
 
That was blasphemy, was it not? It had to be? But the Light did nothing to censure Yrel for her words. It did not stop her from murmuring such heresy into Kaalya’s ear as Harry continues to resize her cunt to fit his massive length.
 
“You want it, don’t you? You love it. I did too. I still do. Now you’re beginning to see… now you’re beginning to understand.”
 
And… she’s right. Kaalya whimpers around the fingers that Yrel is using to silence her, having long since given up on trying to talk. At this point, she’s suckling at the Prophet’s digits, her tongue even slurping at them somewhat submissively. Yrel… Yrel is right, she’s finally beginning to see. The terror in Kaalya’s eyes begins to fade away as the Rangari understands, as she starts to comprehend the Prophet’s words.
 
“You had to be punished. Not because you disrespected me… but because you disrespected him through me. Even if you didn’t know it… you had to be made to know. You had to be taught this lesson.”
 
Yrel’s soft voice continues to caress Kaalya as the harsh sounds of flesh slapping against flesh keep it from reaching him… their Master. It’s a thought that sends a shudder through the Rangari’s body, and she moans as she cums explosively for the umpteenth time around Harry’s length and Yrel’s tail, both stuffing her lower orifices to the brim. But this orgasm… this orgasm is different then all the rest.
 
All of her other climaxes up to this point definitely came with more than a tinge of reluctance to them. She didn’t want them; she didn’t want any of this. But that was before. This newest orgasm, it was the first she had since she finally began to understand. Needless to say, it’s quite special and Kaalya is soon reaching another, and then another and another.

With the fading of her reluctance and resistance comes nirvana and ecstasy in equal measure. This is what Yrel is talking about, this is what it means to follow HIM. Their Master… he IS divinity, he IS godlike. And he’s so much worthier of worship then a tool like the Light, then even the Naaru who have led the Draenei through the Darkness for so long.
 
Kaalya, as a Rangari, has had closer brushes with darkness then most. In Harry, she sees someone who won’t just lead the Draenei through the darkness, but someone who will help them adapt to it, who will show them how to become one with the darkness. Harry… Harry is everything, and Kaalya sees now that their new Prophet is right to call him Master.
 
“… Others will disagree, as you have. Some will be even more disrespectful than you were. At the very least, you saw the strength in him. You saw a small portion of his value, just the tiniest bit. Some will not… possibly many will not.”
 
What? How can that be? But no, Yrel is right, Kaalya can easily see how that would be possible, when she herself had been so reluctant at first. And besides, the other female is the Prophet. Of course, Yrel would see what the future held for all of them. It was in the job description.
 
“It will be up to those of us who have seen the truth of our Master to spread word of him, to show everyone what it truly means to worship him. Not just among our own people… but everywhere. The Draenei will learn to serve the Master… and so will the orcs. All life on Draenor will serve him… or it will be wiped from the face of this world, as if it never existed at all.”
 
Kaalya’s breath hitches… but not in horror or repulsion or disgust, as it might have just a while before. No, her breath hitches in awe and pleasure, and in her mind’s eye, she can see it. She can see the beautiful future that her Prophet is outlining for her. Yrel is right, it was up to them. It was up to her and it was up to Yrel, and it was up to anyone else that they could convert… to spread the good word.
 
But even if they did their best to explain and persuade people to worship and follow their Master, the Prophet was also right that there would be those who would fight the change, who would argue with them and refuse to listen. There would even be those who responded with violence to their attempts at peaceful conversion.
 
Those nonbelievers would have to be destroyed if they could not be converted. No one could be allowed to just… reject the gift that they were offering. After all, Kaalya certainly hadn’t been allowed to… and she was beginning to suspect that Yrel hadn’t either.
 
In the end, as their Master finally punches his way into Kaalya’s womb and begins to fuck her truly, the Rangari cries out in ecstasy around Yrel’s fingers, having fully been converted to the Prophet’s way of thinking. Every last ounce of resistance has been broken down, and her once terrified eyes are now filled with a new kind of zeal. She and Yrel were just the beginning… but together, they would change this world and every other until all worshipped their Master.

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