Luckily, all was well that ended well. Khadgar either didn’t suspect a thing or wasn’t willing to get into it at the moment. Having ‘helped’ the Archmage in ‘freeing’ Garona, Harry was soon sent on to in turn hunt down the other members of the Shadow Council. It was Khadgar’s professional opinion that the Iron Horde was nothing more than a distraction from the true threat lurking in Draenor’s dark spaces.
 
The Shadow Council from their timeline and their Azeroth had certainly caused quite a lot of grief and hardship over the years to be fair. Harry remembered reading about their exploits and efforts to end the world by bringing their dark masters to it. That all said, the Shadow Council on this new Draenor was probably just as deadly, or at the very least had the potential to become just as deadly.
 
And so, Harry found himself outside of Auchinduon. The Holy Mausoleum of the Draenei was a massive place, said to be a sanctum of the Light where the spirits of the Draenei dead could find respite. It had a more utilitarian purpose then just that though, from what Harry had been told. The crystalline nature of the structure made for strong protection and shielding of Draenei Souls from the Burning Legion.
 
Which of course, made it quite the intriguing prospect for the Burning Legion’s mortal servants. Namely, the Shadow Council themselves. All that said, it was also a sort of reunion for Harry, interestingly enough. Once again, he found himself face to face with-
 
“Master~”
 
‘Lady’ Liadrin. Harry smiles as the slutty, nasty Blood Elf masquerading as the Blood Knight Matriarch makes her presence known. His smile grows a bit wider but also a bit more curious when he sees who she has with her, as well as the fact that she has her on a leash.
 
“Lady Liadrin. Soulbinder Nyami. What a pleasant surprise.”
 
Indeed, stood there with her hands clasped in front of her and her head bowed was Soulbinder Nyami, the traitorous Draenei bitch that she was. She doesn’t look so traitorous now, in fact she looks appropriately submissive and contrite. Is that a hint of rope he sees hidden under her clothing? Ah, he can just imagine what she would look like without those robes on, heh.
 
Though for all that the robes hide her modesty and… other things, the runed collar around her neck and the leash that’s attached to it and held in Lady Liadrin’s hands is rather blatant in it’s sexual undertones. Or at least, it is in Harry’s opinion. As if reminded of Nyami’s existence by Harry’s greeting, Liadrin whips around and tugs harshly on the leash.
 
“Kneel, pet! Kneel in the presence of your Master!”
 
Without hesitation, Nyami crashes to her knees, her eyes coming up as well at the sound of Harry’s voice, and a sort of reverent awe filling her gaze. To be fair, he’d worked hard to break this one down and make her his property. He’d fucked her until there’d been practically nothing left of her. And then he’d turned her over to Naielle for further interrogation. That did leave him wondering exactly how Liadrin got her hands on the Draenei… but in the end, he doesn’t even have to broach the subject. His Blood Elf pet is more than willing to explain things to him.
 
“Don’t worry about addressing this slut by her name or title any longer, Master. She’s lost the right to both, as I’m sure you well know~ After the Exarch finished with her, she was turned over to me for further… mm, interrogation. I must admit, I greatly enjoyed helping to break your latest toy in for you a bit more… and I took GREAT pleasure in sucking out all the cum you left behind for me in her orifices, Master~”
 
Harry chuckles at that, rolling it all over in his head. Yes, that all tracked. Thanks to Harry’s presence in the initial invasion force, ties between the Alliance and the Horde expeditions to this alternate Draenor had never been stronger. By assisting them both as much as he had, he’d kept the lines of communications open between them where otherwise they might have frayed and snapped completely.
 
Looking at Nyami, he can see that barely any of her remains. That’s good, because what she’d been before was a treacherous bitch working for their enemy. Now, she was nothing more than a fuck toy, and she knew it. She knew her place.
 
“Ah good, you are both here. I assume you are the one I have heard called Harry Potter? Those who have spoken of you had much to say, all of it quite good.”
 
Into this little reunion intrudes a new presence, and as Harry turns to face her, he can’t help but admire what he’s seeing. Another Soulbinder no doubt, judging by her robes. But where Nyami is dark-skinned and dark-haired, this Draenei has stark-white locks and a lighter shade of blueish-purple to her skin. It’s almost as if she’s the yin to Nyami’s yang, the Draenei ivory to Nyami’s Draenei ebony.
 
“My name is indeed Harry Potter, and might I say, it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. May I have your name?”
 
Harry can’t quite help himself. Call it aftershocks of whatever the fuck happened back in Khadgar’s tower, but his voice takes on a low, husky tone, and he’s undeniably flirting with her as he gives the Draenei Soulbinder a roguish grin. And to his pleasant surprise, she’s not entirely immune to his initial advances either, seeming to flush slightly as her eyes dart between his leer, Liadrin’s wide grin, and the kneeling Nyami at Lady Liadrin’s side.
 
“A-Ah, yes, w-well… I am Soulbinder Tuulani. Unfortunately, we do not have t-time for any frivolities. Auchinduon stands before us, t-threatened by one of the Shadow Council’s greatest monsters.”
 
Immediately, Harry draws back, becoming all-business at the drop of a hat.
 
“Of course. What can you tell us?”
 
Swallowing thickly and then seemingly discarding her momentary nervousness like a bad set of robes, the Soulbinder straightens perceptibly before inclining her head towards Nyami.
 
“With the information that traitor currently on her knees was able to give us, we managed to find out the Shadow Council’s plans for this holy mausoleum, and even managed to clear out the vast majority of Sargerei Infiltrators that had gained access to Auchinduon. Unfortunately, that has done little to stop the monster Teron’gor from launching his attack all the same. Even now, he is within Auchinduon… and I fear we are the only hope for our ancestors’ souls, as all communication with those Soulbinders still inside has ceased.”
 
Harry hums at that, nodding slowly.
 
“I see. Then we best get started, shall we?”
 
Lewd first impressions aside, Harry knew when to let his libido take a backseat because more important things were at work. This was almost definitely one such time. How could it not be? The Draenei had suffered enough over the eons. They certainly didn’t deserve to be used as fuel for some filthy Orc Warlock.
 
Once inside of Auchinduon, things progress swiftly. With Tuulani taking the lead in guiding them through the mausoleum, they make quick time towards the innermost chamber. The situation, as it stands, is undeniably dire. In place of the Sargerei traitors that were cleared out before, it looks like Teron’gor has resorted to bringing in waves upon waves of demonic imps, all led by a Overfiend that named himself to them as Azzakel, Vanguard of the Legion.
 
Needless to say, the demons proved no match before Harry and his band of ladies. Even Nyami contributed, the runed collar around her neck seemingly only keeping her from casting harmful magic on certain types. She was more than capable of hurting the members of the Burning Legion however, demonic fel-tainted entities that they were.
 
With Liadrin taking the lead using her shield, sword, and consecrated holy armor, Harry finds himself flanked by Tuulani on one side and Nyami on the other as the three of them cast from behind their stalwart defender, destroying imp after imp, demon after demon. The bodies of Tuulani’s comrades are strewn across the halls of Auchinduon unfortunately, giving evidence to what had happened to all the Soulbinders that remained to defend these halls from intruders.
 
Finally, with Azzakel dealt with and behind them, the foursome make their way into the final chamber where Teron’gor performs his heinous rituals. He stops as they arrive and turns towards them with a sinister grin on his orcish face, his glowing green eyes throbbing with malevolent purpose and power.
 
“Oh? More defenders of Auchinduon, come to challenge me? Foolish, to say the least. Long have I waited, long have I hungered to be more than I am. And now, with this place’s power, ALL shall bow before me!”
 
Was it a surprise that Teron’gor was yet another example of a power-hungry megalomaniac who had no true understanding of just how deeply the Burning Legion’s claim on his soul ran? He had no concept of the strings attached to him, no concept of the chains that shackled him to his masters, even now. Not really feeling in the mood for banter, Harry tosses out the first spell and the battle between his party of four and the monstrous warlock is swiftly joined.
 
With Liadrin once again taking up the front as well as managing any healing needing to be done and Tuulani and Nyami casting right alongside him, they begin to quickly bombard and force the Shadow Council Orc onto the backfoot. Despite his bluster, despite his arrogance, it’s obvious that Teron’gor quickly realizes he’s outmatched in this fight… but then Harry sees the savage grin steal across the Warlock’s face and knows that he has another trick up his sleeve.
 
Sending out a wave of Hellfire that forces all of them back, even Liadrin, Teron’gor raises his hands into the air, shaping them like claws.
 
“BEHOLD THE TRUE POWER OF THE SHADOW COUNCIL! BEHOLD THE TRUE POWER OF TERON’GOR!”
 
Horrific screaming fills the air as Teron’gor begins to drain the essence from the souls trapped in the room with him, the mausoleum that was supposed to be their eternal, protected resting place now becoming their prison, their doom. Tuulani, Liadrin, and Nyami can only watch on in varying degrees of shock and horror as the Hellfire keeps them at bay, forcing them back.
 
But Harry… Harry takes one look at this orc filth and barks out a laugh, drawing the attention of everyone in the room to him as he smiles thinly. Trying to devour souls in front of a Wizard who holds the mantle of Master of Death? Not a good idea. As Teron’gor holds up his hands high above his head, Harry lifts his hands in front of him, letting the sleeves of his robes fall back to reveal them completely.
 
Then, he reaches for the ring on his right hand. More specifically, he reaches for the Resurrection Stone set into the ring itself.
 
Once. Twice. Thrice.
 
The air in the room suddenly stands still as Teron’gor’s ritualistic draining is stopped in it’s tracks. Not just stopped either… but slowly but surely begins to reverse.
 
“What… what is this?!”
 
Still smiling thinly, Harry holds up the darkly glowing Resurrection Stone.
 
“I refuse to let you have these souls, Warlock. You WILL return what you have taken. This is… non-negotiable.”

And true to his word, Teron’gor cannot fight back. How could he? He’s facing an out of context problem in the form of another world’s Master over Death itself. The Resurrection Stone in Harry’s world simply summoned shades from beyond the veil to his side.
 
In this world, it has a similar effect. The Draenei souls that Teron’gor is trying to suck up come flowing right back out of the Orc Warlock… and all of the other souls he’d managed to consume before they got here do the same, coming after them. The chamber rapidly begins filling up, though the vast majority of the souls congregate around Harry and his shimmering ring.
 
Letting out a strangled scream of impotent rage and pain, Teron’gor falls to one knee, the Hellfire abating as the loss of power hits him unquestionably hard. Gathering up her sword and shield, Liadrin storms forward and with one smooth swipe ends it, separating the weakened Warlock’s head from his shoulders and ending one of the most powerful members of the Shadow Council right then and there.
 
With that, it’s over. The fight is ended, the threat to Auchinduon finished. For a moment, Harry can feel it. The powers of the Resurrection Stone under the Master of Death are amplified and varied. If he wanted to… he could suck in all of these souls just like Teron’gor had. He could take on ultimate power, and unlike the Orc Warlock, he had no other masters to answer to. He truly could make ALL bow before him.
 
… But no. Why would he need extra souls? Was he not already powerful enough as it was? Given what had happened back at Khadgar’s power, it seemed like he had enough troubles already from whatever was lurking inside of him. He didn’t need to add a bunch of Draenei Souls as fuel to that particular fire, now did he?
 
And so, Harry flicks out the fingers of the hand that carries the Resurrection Stone upon it. With but a thought, the souls of the Draenei all congregating around him dissipate, flowing back into the crystals that fill Auchinduon’s inner most chamber. With that, the battle is REALLY over, the threat TRULY dealt with.
 
“Y-You… you just…”
 
Blinking, Harry looks over to see his newest acquaintance staring at him with awe and shock coloring her face. Soulbinder Tuulani looks like she’s just seen a miracle, like she’s just been exposed to the most magnificent sight in her undoubtedly long, long life. If Harry weren’t already quite used to being stared at with awe and devotion, he would probably be embarrassed. She looks about one inch away from dropping to her knees and prostrating herself before him in worship.
 
Giving her a roguish grin, Harry just shrugs his shoulders as he sets his hands on his hips.
 
“Just did what I had to do. You certainly seemed to enjoy watching me work.”
 
Soulbinder Tuulani flushes again at that, the pale Draenei squirming a bit in the face of his flirting. Then, she offers a small smile in return.
 
“Yes, yes I did.”
 
Looking around for a moment, Tuulani’s eyes eventually settle on Teron’gor’s headless corpse for a brief second before turning back to him.
 
“Auchinduon would have fallen to the demons if not for you, Harry. Even Lady Liadrin and her forces would not have been enough. I don’t… I don’t know how I can possibly ever repay you except to offer you my service. I feel… I feel as if we are kindred spirits, you and I! I’ll still have to attend to my duties at Auchinduon of course, but I can handle it. What… w-what do you say?”
 
As she’s been speaking, she’s also been drawing closer. Whether she knows it or not, Tuulani has brought a hand up and placed it on her chest. Is she… is this millennia-old Draenei a virgin? She’s certainly acting like she’s so inexperienced in the ways of sex that she really doesn’t know how to ask for what she truly wants… him, inside of her. Biting her lower lip, looking self-conscious as all hell, Tuulani waits for his response.
 
A willing, non-treacherous Soulbinder WOULD be useful, and for more than just another warm body to fuck (though Harry still intends to fuck her of course). With Tuulani’s help, perhaps he could learn more about how his artifacts work in this strange world.
 
“I would like that, Tuulani. I would like that very much.”
 
Just as she’s blushing shyly and he’s considering how best to proceed, Liadrin takes the dilemma right out of his hands and handles it for him as she strides forward, already beginning to discard pieces of her armor, starting with those overly spiky pauldrons of hers.
 
“That’s all well and good, but I think I’ve more than earned a reward for my efforts, don’t you, Master? I beg of you… please give me my just desserts.”
 
Harry chuckles as Tuulani steps aside, blinking owlishly at the sudden change in the Blood Knight Matriarch. Of course, if she’d seen how Liadrin was acting earlier before her arrival she might not have been so surprised, but as it is, the Blood Elf Lady has been perfectly professional since they entered Auchinduon. Not anymore though, and taking his chuckle as agreement, Liadrin wastes no time in kneeling before Harry.
 
She acts the part of a ‘pure’ priestess supplicant kneeling before her God and Master, but the slutty expression that comes over her face belies such a thing, as does her next actions as she reaches up, not hesitating to free the ‘Relic’ of her devotion from its confines. As Harry’s cock flops out onto Liadrin’s face, the cute little blood elf, certainly the smallest of all the women and even smaller than Harry himself, moans happily, rubbing her cheek against his dick as she looks up at him with devoted glowing eyes.
 
“O-Oh my…”
 
Tuulani just stands there, shocked at the sudden reveal of Harry’s magnificent, majestic member. After a beat of just enjoying the warmth of her Master’s phallus against her cheeks, Liadrin pulls away and turns to look at Tuulani.
 
“I must confess, I don’t know much about your beliefs Soulbinder… but I’d be happy to show you another form of the Light to worship. I assure you, he’s worth every ounce of devotion and adoration you have to give.”

A quick motion from Liadrin to Nyami shows just how well-trained the formerly treacherous Draenei has become, as she eagerly sheds her robes, revealing her body covered in complex rope bondage and her tits straining under the confines of said rope. Dropping to her knees, her tail wagging behind her, the Draenei crawls over and joins her Mistress in worshipping their Master’s majestic cock.
 
Tuulani, in spite of herself, draws closer, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, eyes fixated on Harry’s throbbing member as it’s peppered with licks and kisses and slurps and smooches from Liadrin and Nyami. Once she gets close enough, the white-haired Soulbinder finds herself suddenly dragged down to their level, yanked down as she remains in shock by the sudden change in demeanor of the two normally powerful, independent females on either side of her.
 
Suddenly in the middle of Liadrin and Nyami, Tuulani is clearly torn between watching the Blood Elf-Draenei pair nibble and suck along the length of the biggest cock she’s ever seen and going cross-eyed just staring at the bulbous head of Harry’s massive member. She doesn’t have to worry about being torn for long however, as Liadrin reaches up with a single hand and grabs the back of Tuulani’s head, gripping tightly at her hair as she forces the Soulbinder down, forcing her to makeout with his cockhead.
 
Far from struggling, the Soulbinder soon seems absolutely fixated on sucking at his cockhead, her tongue trailing over his glans experimentally as she stares down the barrel of his huge meat cannon, suckling and slurping away. She seems quite inexperienced with oral, but that doesn’t stop her from worshipping his dick tip with her mouth, proving to be just as eager to submit as say, Naielle was back in Shadowmoon.
 
Harry groans in enjoyment of the three’s ministrations, his own hands coming down atop Liadrin and Nyami’s heads, his fingers lacing through their locks as he grins down at the three gorgeous sluts.
 
“Mm, how easy it seems to be for priestesses to end up enamored with my cock. Whatever am I to think, when such religious women are so easily brought to their knees in devotion of my dick?”
 
His teasing bemoaning voice is answered only by redoubling of efforts from both Nyami and Tuulani, the two Draenei Soulbinder sluts seeming so very eager to please him, even with him jokingly mocking them. Lady Liadrin, on the other hand, rises to her feet as if to meet his challenge. Standing up to face him, the shorter female of the three grabs hold of Tuulani’s horns with both hands as she leans her entire body weight into the back of the Draenei’s head.
 
Slowly but surely, she forces Tuulani to take more and more of his cock down her gullet, while Nyami, proving to be quite the adaptable sort these days, simply shifts downwards to begin sucking on and slurping at Harry’s balls.
 
As she leans into the back of Tuulani’s head, soft gagging and choking noises beginning to fill the air from the white-haired Soulbinder’s corner, Liadrin gives Harry a wicked little grin, her face much closer to his right now.
 
“You’re mostly right, Master. Except, I haven’t been a Priestess for a long time. I’m a Paladin now… and the Blood Knight Order is ALL about Zeal.”
 
As if to prove her point, Liadrin delivers one final push and brings Tuulani’s darkening face down to the base of his cock, even as she closes the last couple of inches of distance between their mouths and begins making out with him as well.
 
“Gaaaaaagkh! Guuuuuulghk! Huuuuuughk!”
 
Tuulani flails and struggles just a bit as Liadrin forces his entire length down her throat. It’s not even a proper face- or skull-fucking. No, it’s just one long deep-throating, with the Blood Knight Matriarch sacrificing Tuulani’s ability to breathe, her health and well-being, for Harry’s pleasure. Zealot that she is, Liadrin’s tongue tussles with Harry’s tongue and the Blood Elf moans into his mouth, all while Tuulani finds herself without air for longer and longer.
 
It’s an immensely pleasurable experience, at least where Harry is concerned. His balls are being taken care of by Nyami, his cock is currently being swallowed to the root by Tuulani, and Liadrin is offering him her mouth for his tongue to explore and conquer. Bringing up a hand, he grabs Liadrin by the ponytail and pulls her even deeper into the kiss, taking control of their impromptu makeout session as she happily melts into his embrace, submitting without hesitation to her God and Master.
 
Of course, Liadrin melting into Harry’s embrace leaves the Draenei Soulbinder trapped between them in a bit of a bind. Tuulani very much cannot breathe, her lack of oxygen rapidly getting to her and only adding to the pleasure of the experience as she gurgles and gags on Harry’s dick, struggling ineffectually. Small Liadrin might be compared to the much taller Draenei woman… but just because their heights were different didn’t mean Tuulani was physically stronger than Liadrin.
 
No, Lady Liadrin was a warrior, just like she’d said. She hadn’t been a priestess for a long time, and as a Blood Knight, she was all lithe, corded muscle, with a level of fitness that Tuulani couldn’t even begin to dream of. In comparison, the Draenei was all soft curves. She was a true priestess, or Soulbinder as her people called her, in that she relied on her magic above all else, not physical fitness.
 
What this meant, in the end, was that Tuulani was going nowhere so long as Liadrin didn’t want her to. And at this point, the Blood Knight Matriarch was a bit more distracted with surrendering to Harry’s expert kissing technique as his tongue explores the back of her throat.
 
In the end, the choking Draenei’s muffled screams for air finally push him over the edge. Harry unloads into Tuulani’s spasming throat with a loud groan, while Liadrin never once lets go of the Soulbinder’s horns. Instead, the Blood Elf merely leans back and looks lustfully at Harry’s pleasure-filled face, gazing upon him with utter devotion and adoration, exulting in having helped to bring her God and Master such ecstasy.
 
It’s only when Harry is finally finished cumming that Liadrin can no longer wait. Using the same grip on Tuulani’s horns that she used to pin the Draenei in place, she now YANKS Tuulani back, tearing her off of Harry’s cock and freeing it for her own turn. The Draenei Soulbinder is left hacking and rasping as she finishes blacking out from the lack of oxygen, slumping to the side as Liadrin releases her hold on her horns.
 
The Blood Elf reaches for the rest of her armor next, positively tearing her gear away from her lithe, toned body. She exposes her skinny, elven figure in no time at all, revealing that beyond the padding one has to wear beneath heavy plate armor, she has no other undergarments on. Naked and dripping wet with arousal and need, Harry’s overzealous paladin follower leaps onto him even as he’s still recovering from some of the most amazing oral sex he’s ever had.
 
Her elven reflexes allow Liadrin to easily spear herself onto Harry’s still-hard cock. With a joyous, exultant cry of bliss and ecstasy, the ‘Lady’ allows gravity to do its work, sliding her tight yet sopping wet cunt down his length until his cockhead slams right up against her cervix. With her slim legs and powerful thighs wrapped around him, Liadrin is able to bounce up and down on Harry’s cock through the use of her hips and her physical strength alone.
 
When Harry reaches out for her, he does so by lacing his hands behind Liadrin’s head and through her hair, holding her in a perverted sort of inverted full nelson as she rides his cock in a standing fuck that wouldn’t be possible for most others. But Harry is magical and Liadrin is fit as a fiddle, allowing for the incredibly physical, intensely erotic fucking between the two of them.
 
As they enthusiastically fuck one another, their mixed juices spray and rain down upon the two Draenei below. At first, Nyami just tilts her head back right under the spray and lets her tongue loll out of her open mouth, the mind broken Draenei slut so very eager to accept her Master and Mistress’ combined juices. But then an idea comes to her, one that she hopes will please her Master, and she quickly sets out making it a reality.
 
Pulling Tuulani’s robes off of her body along with her undergarments, the slutty Draenei strips her sister down until Tuulani is naked. She then proceeds to bring her own tail around in front of her and shoves it up Tuulani’s cunt, beginning to fuck the unconscious Soulbinder in order to properly prepare her for Harry’s cock. Nyami knows that her Master will hopefully be pleased with her for doing this. After all, is she not paving the way for his conquest?
 
-x-X-x-
 
When Tuulani finally awakens, it’s to Lady Liadrin’s shrieks as Harry cums inside of her for the fifth time. The Blood Elf’s inflated womb can hold no more seed, and with the pressure finally strong enough, Harry’s massive meat log is forced out. Just as Tuulani’s eyes are fluttering back open, the Soulbinder looks up in time to be very nearly drowned in a veritable DELUGE of their combined fluids.
 
Nyami, in her mad rush for her Master’s white fluid as it pours out of her Mistress’ gaping quim, forgets that her tail is still in the now-conscious Draenei and leans forward in order to catch as much of Harry’s cum on her tongue as possible. Of course, this has the added effect of forcing the wider part of her tail deeper into Tuulani’s own abused quim.
 
In the same moment that she’s coughing and sputtering and trying to avoid drowning in the most humiliating way possible, Tuulani registers that there’s something thick and long inside of her pussy… and then it gets shoved even further up inside of her cunt. With a startled, gurgling, liquid-y shriek, Tuulani convulses and cums on the spot as well, orgasming explosively.
 
Lady Liadrin, recovering quite rapidly, snarls as she sees what Nyami is doing. Grabbing the dark-haired Draenei by her horns, she yanks her back and forces her to look up into her eyes.
 
“What do you think you’re doing? Did I give you permission for all of this?! Prepare Tuulani for our Master’s cock!”
 
Whimpering like the whipped, broken bitch that she is, Nyami quickly pulls her tail out of Tuulani with a wet slosh as she moves into position to do as she’s been told. Sitting her dripping cunt down onto the other Soulbinder’s face, the formerly traitorous bitch holds the recovering Draenei Priestess’ legs apart in a spread eagle position, offering up Tuulani’s own wet cunt for Harry to fuck.
 
Liadrin, for her part, reaches over and reverently takes ahold of Harry’s thick, fat phallus. Even with Nyami’s tail inside of her, Harry’s shaft is still much thicker and fatter than the hole it’s about to go into. Tuulani is going to get stretched like never before, there’s no doubt about that. Grinning wickedly, the Blood Knight Matriarch brings Harry’s cock down to Tuulani’s twitching puffy pussy lips and gives them a few smacks with the fat bulbous head of his member.
 
“Go on, Master. Show your newest pet a different type of soulbinding with your big… fat… cock~”
 
Giggling at her own joke, Liadrin grabs Harry by his hips after lodging his cockhead in the entrance of Tuulani’s cunt. Watching on in some amusement, Harry lets her take the lead, and a moment later he’s yanked forward by the small but strong Blood Elf as she drags him into the tight cunny in front of him. Sitting on Tuulani’s tits as Nyami sits on the Soulbinder’s face, Liadrin watches with delight as the Draenei Priestess’ taut tummy distends upwards from the sheer size of Harry’s cock, bulging out right before her eyes.
 
“Yesssss, give it to her Master. Give her your fat cock!”
 
Letting go of Harry’s hips, returning control to him, Liadrin shuffles forward and slaps her own sopping wet cunt down right atop Tuulani’s distended abdomen, plopping herself upon the white-haired Draenei’s stomach and grinding herself upon the bulge that Harry is making with his humungous bitch breaker of a shaft.
 
With Tuulani’s voice muffled and all but silenced by Nyami’s cunt, the Soulbinder doesn’t even have a chance to protest or offer resistance as Harry grabs her by her thicc pale blue thighs and begins to fuck her on the spot, slamming into her cunt again and again with deep, penetrating thrusts. Admittedly, she’s not the first Draenei he’s ever had, and she probably won’t even be the last.
 
But what makes the moment special is the accessories. Nyami is clearly riding away at Tuulani’s face to the point of mild asphyxiation again, and the lack of oxygen is clearly driving the Soulbinder wild if the way her cunt clenches and grips down around his cock harder and harder is any indication. But more than that is the lithe, slim Blood Elf currently riding atop Tuulani’s abdomen.
 
The feel of Liadrin’s pussy lips grinding against his cock THROUGH Tuulani’s body is… honestly phenomenal. It’s a new and exciting experience, one that Harry simply can’t get enough of. Meanwhile, Liadrin is having an experience of her own, grinding down atop his bulge, edging herself the whole damn time. She’s having… a religious experience. Leaning forward, the Blood Elf wraps her arms around Harry’s neck. The Blood Knight Matriarch’s lips come to his ear, and the Lady begins to whisper to him.
 
“That’s it, Master. Take her, claim her. It is your right. She offered herself to you willingly, and now you must show her what she’s in for.”
 
That’s all well and good, but then Liadrin’s words get a little… stranger.
 
“You are the Light, Master. I didn’t see it before, I didn’t understand just how deep it ran, originally. I thought I was giving up something to become yours, but in truth, there is no difference. You are the Light; you are MY Light. I will worship you for all my days.”
 
Even that’s not too terrible, and Harry keeps on fucking Tuulani, keeps on losing himself in the pleasure of the Soulbinder Draenei’s tight, sopping wet cunny. Even with Nyami’s tail ‘preparing the way’, Tuulani is still unbelievably tight as her hot walls clench down HARD around his thrusting cock. Not hard enough to stop him, of course, but certainly hard enough to be quite pleasurable. It is indeed clear to him now that the white-haired Soulbinder hasn’t gotten any in quite some time, and that there’s nothing more she needs right now than his big, fat dick.
 
And yet, Liadrin isn’t done yet.
 
“This world… it will bow to you. And so will Azeroth, Master. They will refuse to acknowledge your strength, your power. There will be those that think themselves, nngh, better than you.”

Getting increasingly breathless, the Blood Knight Matriarch moans and pants heavily as she continues to speak directly into Harry’s ear. Perhaps if he was of a clearer mind, he would comprehend how OFF her words were, but in the end, all it does is turn him on more.
 
“I will fight by your side, my Master, my Light. I will show the worlds who they belong to! Azeroth will bow, they all will learn that you are their Master, and they are your people! Oooh, you’re so close, Master! So close to filling this Soulbinder with your seed. Make her yours! Make her your property and show her the Light, as you did with me!”
 
As Liadrin’s voice reaches a zenith in terms of volume, Harry in turn reaches his own zenith, peaking as he lets out a heartfelt groan. It all becomes too much, from the pleasure of Tuulani’s tight quim to Liadrin’s grinding atop his cock bulge, to her voice in his ear. With a loud growl, he shoots his load deep inside of the Soulbinder pinned beneath them all, swelling Tuulani’s abdomen to the extreme and very nearly displacing Liadrin as she lets out a happy little giggle while being lifted into the air by the sheer inflation.
 
Pulling out a moment later, Harry flops onto his back right there on the cool stones of Auchinduon’s inner chamber. As he stares up at all the crystals around them, he realizes that the souls of the Draenei resting in this place have almost certainly been watching, or at the very least ‘sensing’ what’s been going on all this time, the filthy ghostly voyeurs. Grinning, he chuckles tiredly.
 
But of course, he’s not done yet. Having played her part and been a good little bitch aside from the tail fiasco, Nyami is motioned over by Liadrin to finally receive her own reward… namely, being Harry’s warm willing cocksleeve as she squats down over his raging hard-on and impales herself on his dick, moaning wantonly and beginning to bounce upon his lap.
 
Grabbing the slutty formerly treacherous Soulbinder by her hips, Harry lies back and relaxes, letting her do most of the work and merely enjoying the feel of her sopping wet Draenei pussy clenching down HARD on his throbbing erection.
 
Meanwhile, Liadrin tends to an utterly catatonic Tuulani, giggling as she leans over the sprawled white-haired Draenei and runs a hand down the side of her face.
 
“You still with us, pet? Mm, yeah, you’re in there somewhere.”
 
The Soulbinder’s glazed eyes remain unfocused and staring up at the ceiling, but her lips are parted, and her tongue is tracing out in the air still, clearly attempting to eat out the cunt of her fellow Draenei that’s no longer there. Placing three slender elven fingers at the entrance of Tuulani’s mouth, ‘Lady’ Liadrin watches as the Draenei Soulbinder sucks them right in, slurping at them enthusiastically and suckling on them with her lips suctioned down.
 
“You know now the truth. Harry is divinity made manifest. He’s the best, isn’t he? Ah, to have your first time with him… if only I could experience that again. But alas, it’s well in the past.”
 
For a moment, Liadrin just pauses as she leans back and reminisces on her first time with the man that she now knew to be her God and Master. How she’d stumbled upon Harry fornicating with Sylvanas and Vereesa Windrunner within the Sunwell. How she’d tried to take them all to task, but in the end proved powerless before HIS might.
 
He’d held her above his cock and the two of them had looked down upon the Sunwell from above as he’d impaled her.
 
“Look at it, Liadrin.”
 
And look upon the Sunwell she had, even as Harry had impaled her, even as he’d claimed her.
 
“Do you think it judges you? Does it hate you for what you’ve allowed yourself to become? Will it ever forgive you for desecrating its halls with your depraved acts?”
 
The answer, of course, had been a resounding no. The Sunwell did not judge her, the Light would not abandon her. She was it’s child, through and through, and though she did not realize it at the time, Liadrin had merely been introduced to another form of the Light in Harry. Her God… her beloved Master.
 
“Let it go, Liadrin. Your Pride. LET! IT! GO!”
 
As he’d spoken, he’d bounced her on his cock, driving his massive member deeper into her already well-fucked cunt then ever before. And Liadrin… had let go. She’d stopped pretending to be something she wasn’t, and she’d succumbed to Harry’s meaty member, she’d become his woman, his worshipper. She was his Paladin, his Blood Knight, and she would serve him for the rest of her days.
 
Even now, Liadrin heard the whispers of the Light caressing her mind. As she holds the catatonic Soulbinder in her arms, letting Tuulani suck on her fingers while Nyami fucks herself upon Harry’s cock with a single-minded slutty enthusiasm, Liadrin smiles, tears running down her cheeks as she remembers her rebirth into Harry’s slut, into one of his most devout worshippers. They are not tears of sorrow or fear or horror, but rather, tears of pure, unadulterated joy.
 
Because even now the Light whispers to her. It tells her the things she needs to know. Harry is not ready to fully ascend quite yet, but one day soon, he will be. When that time comes, Liadrin will be there at his side, as will so many others. Giggling softly to herself, the Blood Elf once again looks down at Tuulani’s glazed over face.
 
“Cherish this moment, pet. Cherish it, because there will not be another first time. And there will almost certainly be conflict ahead. There will be those who fight us, who deny our Master his rightful place of rulership over this world and my own. And we will be forced to bring them to their knees, one by one.”
 
The Light assures her that this will be as gentle and humane as they can make it. Liadrin imagines she hears the same tinkling chimes as she did when she spoke to the Naaru A’dal, in Outlands. That day, the Matriarch of the Blood Knights had gone before A’dal and asked his forgiveness. Her people had abused another Naaru, an Avatar of the Light, for an unconscionable amount of time in order to gain their powers after they lost access to the Sunwell.
 
It was up to her to submit herself to A’dal’s judgement, to make up for the crimes of her Order however she might. But when she’d come to him, when she’d thrown herself at his metaphorical feet and begged forgiveness… she had not been struck down by the Most Holy Light as she’d expected. She had not been punished for her crimes.
 
She actually HAD been forgiven that day, A’dal’s Light washing over her, accepting her for who she was in spite of her faults, in spite of her Order’s atrocities. It was a humbling experience, needless to say, and one of the best days of Liadrin’s life.
 
But of course, not as great as the day Harry had laid claim to her, right? The Light whispers in her ear, and Liadrin smiles and nods. It’s true, nothing can possibly match up to the day that she met her Master, her God. Harry is an embodiment of the Light, even more it’s Avatar then the Naaru that she’d so venerated. He was the one who truly deserved her worship above all else.
 
In the midst of Liadrin’s introspection as she tends to a catatonic Tuulani and plays with her limp, voluptuous Draenei body, a shadow suddenly falls over the lithe Blood Knight. Blinking, Liadrin looks up to find Yrel of all people standing over her, looking down at the exchange with some amusement in her eyes, but also clearly lust as she gazes upon Harry, already in a state of undress.
 
“Yrel?”
 
Liadrin’s curious tone finally pulls the distracted Draenei from whatever world she was lost in as she stumbled over here. Sliding her gaze to the Blood Elf, Yrel grins and gives a shrug.
 
“I was supposed to come here to complete my Trial of Faith for the Exarch Trials. But instead, I find this…”
 
Liadrin giggles at that. It’s clear from Yrel’s state of undress that the Draenei Paladin had gotten incredibly side tracked while watching Harry claim yet another acolyte. And equally clear that she’d allowed that distraction to get the best of her, the pommel of her Warhammer slick with her own juices from where she’d no doubt been fucking herself with it for some time in the shadows.
 
For a brief moment, the two just stare at each other. No more words pass between them, but in all honestly, no more words NEED to pass between them. In the end, they recognize in one another the intense fervor of a truly devoted zealot. They are both Paladins after all, but now they are Paladins to Harry first and foremost.
 
After all, it was watching Harry fuck Liadrin that had ultimately led Yrel down the first steps of this path in the first place, was it not? Meanwhile, Liadrin can tell that Yrel understands, that she sees their Master and God in the same way she does. Harry is divinity given form, he’s Light made manifest… and it's up to them to spread his word as far as they both can.
 
Priestesses like Nyami and Tuulani are all well and good, of course… but it will be Harry’s Paladins, those like Liadrin and Yrel, who promote his truth firmly, who spread word of him to all the corners of this world… and the next.
 
This realization sees Liadrin reaching up and pulling Yrel down to her knees beside her, and it sees Yrel not resisting one bit as she lets the smaller female drag her to the ground. Grinning wickedly, Liadrin stuffs her hand inside of Tuulani’s quim and scoops out a nice, thick helping of Harry’s seed from the catatonic, creampied Soulbinder. Lifting it up between her and Yrel, Liadrin licks her lips.
 
“Come, sister. Let us partake in this glorious gift from our Master.”
 
Yrel’s breath hitches, and then she nods.
 
“Yes… let us give thanks to the Light through worshipping him.”
 
Liadrin smiles, the both of them understanding one another quite well. It’s too bad that Harry is entirely occupied with Nyami constantly dropping her fat ass down onto his cock again and again at the moment, or he might have recognized that two of his followers were getting just a bit out of hand with their zealotry. But alas, while he’s aware that Yrel has entered the room, he’s not paying her or Liadrin much attention YET, instead focusing on enjoying Nyami’s slutty cunt with his thick, fat cock.
 
In no time at all, Yrel and Liadrin are fingerfucking each other with one hand apiece, while sucking the cum from the other hand as they take turns scooping their Master’s seed out of Tuulani’s gushing quim. All the while, they stare at one another, understanding that the other is very much alike. Together, they will spread Harry’s influence beyond what even the human mage on his own could manage. It is their mandate from their God.
 
The whispers of Light caressing their ears and filling their mind say as much.

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