Chapter 5 - Reward

 The amount of swagger in Zahrine’s step had steadily increased as the amount of clothing she wore had decreased. At first it was a spring in her step, then a confidence in her new power, but now it was the knowledge that she an unapologetic slut who craved sex and the power it brought her. The lecherous eyes on her cleavage or ass would have shamed the old her as she walked down the long path of the Darkmoon Faire, but now she simply swayed a bit harder to give those looking a better show. Her outfit was little more than a tight thin strapped top that came down to hug her breasts with some filigree inlaid cups, barely more than a bikini top that she would have worn swimming in her youth. The bottom portion of her outfit now consisted of two strips of fabric placed over her pussy and ass, the maroon material hung low on her hips on a thick golden string. 


Everyone she walked passed seemed rather taken with the outfit. Alot of murmuring between how similar it looked to a famous princess was heard, but nobody mentioned it directly to Zahrine. It didn’t matter if she was copying the outfit from someone else though. The lack of much material and the low hanging waistband allowed her to proudly show off the new glowing tattoo resting on her pelvis, just above her clit.


As she thought about it, the tattoo gave a small pulse that sent a shiver of delight through the priestess. This latest tattoo apparently came with a very lovely feature. It gave her a gentle buzz whenever she thought about specific things and brought her to a near constant state of deep arousal. The trip from Stormwind had already taken three times as long as it should as she had pulled two men aside out of sheer need and had been forced to entertain a third when a guard had caught her in the act with the second and demanded she come with him. She came with him alright, but he was to spent afterward to formally charge her with anything.


She would have taken Justice with her to the Faire and made the trip faster, but she couldn’t afford to be sidetracked by her horse again. She was already in a bit of hot water with the guild for missing the meeting a few weeks prior. Thankfully, they were more than willing to look past her situation for the most part. Most of the women in the guild were sympathetic to her after the “unfortunate accident with the horses.” Any of the holdouts among the men were quickly taken care of as well, by one orifice or another. Now though, she couldn’t worry about any of that. She had received a message in her mind that her trial was complete and to come back to the same tent she had been to before for her reward.


The sight of the tattoo tent brought Zahrine out of her revelry of her new life. Or rather, the lack of the tent. She spun around, making sure she was in the right area, before stomping up to the bare patch of ground looking for the Tattoo Parlor. It was nowhere to be found! Had all of this been some cruel trick? Had she debased herself and given her body over to the desires of others for no reason other than a laugh and a good fuck?


No, she thought to herself, the Troll had never fucked me himself. Wouldn’t he have wanted to do that before the game was up?


She was ready to give up hope. Ready to run back to the Cathedral and put herself through hours of penance (though the more prominent part of her mind was giving her a very different idea of what she could do with the other priests to repent) when she noticed a shimmer of gold on the ground. She knelt down and brushed some of the dirt and an old bubblegum wrapper out of the way to uncover a single Darkmoon Token. It wasn’t gold, but a solid brass that said “admit one” on one side and “Tent 2” on the other. She flipped it over a few times in her hand before standing, glancing around until she spotted what she believed was the large tent in question.


She made her way quickly to the tent, turning the coin in her hand nervously as she stepped up to it. All of the big tents around the Faire were blocked off from any prying eyes, mechanical and magical barriers stopping those eager to peek inside from getting too close. She was expecting her results to be the same, but when she stepped up to the barricade she noticed a single slot in the right side of the wood, big enough for a token to slip into. She turned the coin she had found over in her hand once more before slipping it into the hole. It fell inside the apparently hollow post with a soft clink and the barricade in front of her swung away, allowing her to enter.


Zahrine moved around the corridor of the tent, sliding between the cloth sheets that made up the hall. It wasn’t a long journey before she found herself in the main hall of the large tent and gasped at the sight in front of her. The troll stood nearby, talking with a larger figure that Zahrine recognized from stories rather than personal experience. The man was tall, at least a head taller than a Tauren, and bristling with muscles. He, like the other four in the room lounging on benches, had rough features and tanned skin. They all wore fur clothing and a few had weapons that to them would be one handed, but to her would have been near the size of her full body.


She was staring at a room of Vrykul.


Her tattoo artist smiled as he glanced over at the sound of her gasp, “Ah, and der she be now. Welcome, Champion, to ya final test! Great powa be awaitin’ ya, if ya still be wantin’ it.”


Zahrine hesitated, looking among the men who were all eagerly staring at her massive chest or her barely covered pussy. This was it. Her final quest to obtain a level of power far above anything she had ever experienced before. Could she really push past the final hurdle? She knew what she was expecting, given the nature of her other encounters that had furthered her along this. Yet she found that, compared to what she had done already, this hardly qualified as difficult.


“I am,” she said finally, her hands reaching up to the straps on her top. The troll smiled as she pulled it away, letting her large breasts swing free and seeing the tattoos etched on them shimmer in the torchlight of the tent. 


He began moving towards the entrance of the tent, stopping when he was next to her to say, “Good luck and congratulations. Most don’ make it this far.”


Zahrine smiled at the man that had helped her become the depraved slut she now was before rushing forward. She planted a wet, tongue filled kiss on the troll’s mouth and he returned it with vigor as his three fingered hand gripped her large ass and kneaded the flesh hungrily. They stood like that, making out fiercely, for several minutes, before he broke the kiss and chuckled, “Never ben rewarded for da quests I give before. Thank ya for dat.”


She gave him a smile, “I’ll do more than that once I’m done with this quest. Stay where I can find you and you can have me for a full day.”


He chuckled, but the look on his face told her that he knew she could not keep that promise, “I be seein’ ya, Priestess.”


Then, without another word or Zahrine ever learning his name, he left the tent.


Zahrine turned her attention to the task at hand, the five Vrykul in the room. She was surprised to find that, in the few minutes she had spent occupied with the troll, all five had sripped down and were standing nearby. Their hands gripped massive cocks, all either hard or still growing to a length that eclipsed even the horses she had taken. Thank the light that her last tattoo had apparently given her pussy the ability to stretch even further beyond normal limits or she would have seriously been dreading this final encounter. As it was she simply smirked as the lead Vrykul placed a hand on her back and pushed her towards the center of the group, using her momentum to quickly snatch and rip off the bottom of her outfit and reveal her full naked body to the party.


Immediately a dark haired Vrykul grabbed the back of her head, palming it in one hand, before bringing her mouth straight to his cock. She obediently opened as wide as she could quickly, taking the thick head of the shaft with minor difficulty. The problem was that the hand didn’t stop when he felt resistance. Instead, it continued to push and forced her to open her throat wide as he hilted his massive shaft down into a now bulging throat. Her nostrils flared and her eyes watered at the sudden intrusion, only made harder when the man gripped his cock through her throat by wrapping his fist around it. He didn’t thrust though, just gave her time to get used to it as his meaty fingers massaged her neck and his member at the same time.


The next surprise came as she was lifted by her legs, two large hands gripping her ankles and spreading them wide. It took a couple of tries, the Vrykul behind her not having a free hand to work with, but eventually the man bucked his hips forward and pushed into her soaked hole. It was a much easier time as he buried himself half way into her gaping cunt before releasing her ankles and grabbing her hips. He let out a grunt before grumbling out the first words she had heard from any of them, “Fuck she is a tight little cock sleeve.”


The rest of the Vrykul chuckled at that as Zahrine felt the hands on her hips pull her towards the dick in her pussy, sinking her down to the hilt of his cock with little trouble. This caused a small relief in pressure at her throat as the other Vrykul’s cock was pulled out of her. It did not last long. Soon the Vrykul at her back was using his grip to push her back and forth between the two men, keeping the Priestess in a spit roast as she pleased both Vrykul at once.


She stayed there, dangling between two massive cocks to the point where her legs swung just above the ground. Her mouth and her cunt were stretched to their limits and trails of saliva fell from the corners of her lips. For all their size though, the Vrykul didn’t last long. The combination of their hard rutting and the tight holes they were fucking combined to an early release from these first two and a torrent of cum flooded down her throat from the one at her head. She swallowed as quickly as she could to take the large amount of cum, but even still she felt him pull out and felt the spray of his seed splash over her face in waves. The other Vrykul slammed her down on his shaft and let out a grunt of pleasure before she felt his massive cock bucking inside her and blowing a large load into her womb.


When the pair had finished the one towards her back unceremoniously pulled her from his shaft and dropped her to the ground, letting her lay their panting for breath and leaking cum from both her holes. She was in that blank state again, her conscious mind taking a back seat to enjoy being abused once more. Zahrine had barely looked up into the leader’s eyes before she felt another pair of strong hands lift her up and two more of the brutes walk up to either side of her, their cocks angled upward as they righted her. A few moments later she felt the heads of their massive members at her front and back entrances.


“Do it,” She moaned, “Fuck both my holes and make me your slut!”


They did not disappoint as they pulled her down hard and filled her ass and her cunt with a single sharp thrust. Her moans turned into a scream of pain as her ass was stretched far beyond anything it had been before and she could feel both cocks pressing against one another with the barest hint of her body beneath them. By the time their thrusting began, seesawing into her, she had collapsed against the one at her back and lawled her head back, her tongue hanging out as she felt nothing but the pleasure inside of her.


From there it was a haze. Vrykul after Vrykul fucked her in every hole, slamming her hard and spraying her insides with their cum. What the Vrykul lacked in stamina on their first go around they made up for in their ability to rise to the challenge again in new and creative ways. She had vague memories of two Vrykul Jamming their cocks together into her gaping cunt and fucking her raw, as well as kneeling with three surrounding her and sucking them all until they came over her tits. By the time her mind cleared and she looked around, she was surprised to find two dozen spent Vrykul lounging on the large wooden benches, their cocks covered with her juices and fully satisfied.


Zahrine looked down at herself. Her holes leaked cum and her hair, face, and chest was caked with Vrykul seed. She ran a hand down her bulging stomach and slid it inside of her, fingers dipping into her stretched pussy, but her eyes moved about the room until she spotted the biggest of the giants. The one that the Troll had been talking to, “So what now? Where is my reward.”


His face screwed up in a snarl, as if offended that she would speak to him at all. However, a gentle voice from behind her took her attention away from him, “Now you are ready, my child.”


She turned to face the sudden golden glow. A glow very similar to the one that had started her on this journey. Hanging in the air just above her was the glowing form of a Val’kyr, her body as curvaceous and well endowed as Zahrine’s own. A pair of large golden wings flapped gently behind her, soothing the room with waves of soft energy, “I am Gyndi, head of the handmaidens of the Halls of Valor and consort to Odyn himself.”


Zahrine blinked in surprise, “W-what? You work for Odyn? Why are you here?”


She smiled, staring at the naked priestess even through the solid helmet she wore over her eyes, “My child, part of my duties to the Halls is to ensure we have enough souls to serve those who have proven themselves. The Valajar who have earned their place need service and I find worthy souls to serve them. Your willingness to seek power and blatant desire to pleasure those around you has led you to be worthy to become a Handmaiden. Do this duty well and you may even rise through the ranks to become a full Val’kyr like myself. Either path you take within the halls, eternal power and pleasure await you, should you accept it.”


She stretched a hand out to Zahrine, holding her palm up to help the woman to her feet, “Take my hand and fulfill the greatest purpose in life. Fulfill the desires of the worthy of Odyn.”


Zahrine felt the warm glow from her hand and for the first time in weeks her mind was clear of the muddling thoughts that had led her from one sexual encounter to the other. She stared at the hand, debating on everything she had done and wondering if this was the right path for her. If she went back to her old life, could she deal with the changes she had made? Could she just be the total slut that would fuck anyone who walked by? Or, could she use this new desire of hers to do some good and give thanks to the great warriors who had given their lives in the service of such a powerful figure as Odyn.


She licked her lips, tasting the salty remnants of cum on them, then looked up to the woman, “So you want me to spend an eternity being the fuck toy for an army of warriors? To be their hungry little slut and drain the cum out of them again and again as I beg continually for more?” 


Gyndi nodded, “Yes. You will be their slut, at the whims of the desires for every one of them.”


After a moment's glance to the satisfied men around the room, she turned to the Val’kyr and gave her a wicked, eager grin,”Being a bimbo to the Halls sounds like great fun. I'm in.”


       The priestess extended her arm and grabbed the outstretched hand. Her body shuddered instantly in orgasm as the golden glow began to surround her and her pale white skin began to change to a solid, metallic gold. Gyndi pulled her up, letting the light wash away all the cum and dirt from her experiences, and pulled the woman into her arms in a floating embrace. They hung together for a while as the power of Odyn transformed the human Priestess into a golden Val’kyr in training. It did not change her body to much more, simply making her slightly taller and tightening up her holes once again.


Then she was released from the hold, surprised to find herself hovering just off the ground, though not from wings. She had not earned those yet it would seem. Gyndi smiled and pointed towards the roof of the tent, where a new golden glow could be seen. Zahrine felt the tug from that glow, the pull of the Halls of Valor calling her to her new home as her new mentor said, “Come, Zahrine. There are many who are eager to meet you.”


Zahrine smiled back and began floating behind her towards the ceiling, “And I am more than excited to meet them all as well.”