Chapter 1 - Fate of All Worlds

(The Future)


Fareeya, leader of the Army of the Light and Captain of the floating fortress known as the Vindicaar, was worried. Years had passed since the defeat of the last old god, N’zoth, but still she knew that the void closed in around Azeroth. While the planet wasn’t her original home, the tall alabaster skinned Lighforged knew that this world, this slumbering titan, was the key to their eventual victory against the Void. But the lords were drawing closer and the old gods, while defeated, would return one day. Each moment they did nothing against the darkness was another where innocent lives could be at risk. She ran a hand through her white bangs and sighed. What they needed was a way to defeat the Void Lords. Fast.


She was just turning away from the large viewing port that stared into the void when she heard quick clacks on the metal ground. Archmage Y’mera, the woman Fareeya had tasked with researching just this issue, came racing up to her, nearly tripping over her own hooves as she moved up the ramp. The mage was flush and panting as she approached, no doubt from her apparent run from her quarters. Despite the effort she managed to stop and salute, maintaining her steady breath as she waited for her Captain to acknowledge her.


Never one to make her troops wait, Fareeya nodded at the smaller woman, “Archmage Y’mera. You have something to report?”


Y’mera nodded, “Yes, Captain, I do. I believe I have made a breakthrough with the issue you had requested I look into.”


“That’s fantastic,” Fareeya responded, her golden eyes sparking with hope for the first time in a few days, “What did you find?”


“According to legends on Azeroth, one of the greatest agents of the Old Gods, a being by the name of Th’zzoki, was defeated and killed by a weapon described only in ancient lore as the ‘Godkiller.’ It is said to have the power to destroy the Void Lords. Apparently it was infused both with Titanic energy and void energy at the same time.”


“A weapon like that would be exactly what we need, but I find it hard to believe that nobody has found it before now.”


Y’mera shook her head, “I thought so too, but this was a deeply buried text. Apparently only one tribe had knowledge of where this weapon was hidden and they passed it down through the generations to selected protectors only by word of mouth. This was a hunk of a tablet buried deep within a record of far more important things. I was lucky to find it.”


Fareeya nodded, “I would say you were guided by the light. More proof that this weapon could be exactly what we need to defeat the old gods once and for all. So we just have to find this Guardian among the people of Azeroth and convince them to let us have the secret god killing weapon? That is like finding a planet in the expansive void.”


Y’mera smiled, “Well I did my research before coming to you, Captain, and believe I have found the descendant of the tribe responsible for guarding this secret. The only living member of the whole tribe is in Ratchet as we speak.”


Fareeya didn’t like the sound of that and her perfect lips creased into a frown, “Ratchet? That hole in the ground? Why would our noble Guardian be there?”


Y’mera shrugged, “No idea, but I’m sure whatever sent them there is of the utmost importance.”


**********

“Hands off, you bastard!”


The complaining gobin waitress, despite her angry words, did not slap Tal’zod’s hand away from where the Troll was squeezing. Even though his thick fingered hand was gripping a good handful of the short green woman’s ass, it was against company policy to do anything more than tell the customers to keep their hands to themselves. It was the reason that Tal’zod loved this strip club. ‘No touching’ was more of a recommendation rather than a guideline, yet the women treated it like the law. It really offended them when he paid no respect to their “rule.”


Tal'zod gave her a wide grin, his long curving tusks in no way hindering his handsome face as he replied, “I just be trying to get a drink, darling. Had to get ya attention somehow.” As far as accents went, the light green skinned Troll had a minor one. His training as a mage had required him to learn plenty of spells that required proper pronunciation. This meant working to push his people's inflections as deep down as he could. He still allowed himself to speak with that cadence, but tried to avoid it during spellcasting.


The Goblin sighed and turned to face him, fully ready to ask for his drink order, when suddenly the world around Tal'zod began to glow with golden light. The tingle of a strange magic flowed around him and he barely had time to see the look of surprise on the waitress's face before his location suddenly shifted and he found himself somewhere else entirely.


Tal'zod had never been on the Vindicaar before, though he had heard enough stories of the floating fortress and those that lived within it to give a good guess at where he was. He was sitting at a long table, across from several very beautiful looking Lightforged Draenei. The women were sleek and curvy, with pronounced chests on some and Athletic builds on others. It was a wonderful variety of Horn sizes, skin colors, tattoos, and chests for him to look at. The men, who Tal'zod paid decidedly less attention to, were all well muscled and strong. Working this hard to become a Lightforged apparently included a beautiful body.


The troll spent several moments looking around in a daze before the woman at the center of the party cleared her throat and he focused his attention on her. Her eyes were shimmering with golden light and a single tattoo or stone was set into her brow between her long, sweeping horns. Horns that stretched back and curved far longer than any Draenei he had ever seen before. Her lips were full and set into a serious expression and her body was covered in Lightforge armor, but Tal’zod could see the hints of her figure underneath. He ogled her for a moment and when she noticed it she cleared her throat again and said in that decadent accented voice all Draenei had, “Master Tal’zod, isn’t it?”


He glanced briefly at the other Lightforged as they straightened up at the woman’s words, just a bit. Clearly, she was a leader. He leaned back in his chair, affecting a casual pose and scratching idly at his chest. He needed to remain relaxed until he knew why they wanted him here, “I am. Who might you be?”


She nodded her head to him as she greeted him formally, “My name is Captain Fareeya, commander of the Vindicaar and leader of the Army of Light. Welcome to our home.”


He glanced around the room and nodded, playing the fool a bit as he replied, “You brought me on ya ship. Took me from my current engagement too.”


Fareeya nodded, “I apologize for pulling you away from your duties. My crew is at your disposal if it was something important we need to help you correct, but I’m afraid we have a pressing issue that needs to be discussed.”


Tal’zod glanced over at the fidgeting Draenei in form fitting robes to Fareeya’s left.  She had a skinnier body with close, swooping horns and a crown resting on her head to hold her white hair from her eyes. Her body was sleek and pretty, but she seemed bookish as she rifled through a few notes she had. Tal’zod took one glance between the two women, sighed, and said, “You know about da weapon, den?”


Fareeya nodded, “Yes, we do. I know your family has kept it a secret since the beginning of life on Azeroth, but I’m afraid the time has come for the Godkiller to come to the light once more. The fate of all worlds depends on us killing the Void Gods and we believe your weapon is the best chance to do it.”


He looked around at the faces, a wide grin plastered on his face as he took in the sight of the tense men and women before him. Loa spirits! These people were desperate for this weapon. They were all on the edge of their seats, waiting for him to open up about a secret that had shaped his whole life. Wars avoided, opportunities missed, all because he needed to keep this secret. Over time it had made him bitter and he had become a bit of a worse person because of the unfairness of it all. But these weren’t power hungry rulers or demons bent on the destruction of the world; they were warriors of the light on a noble mission. If there was ever anyone to give the secret to, it would be them.


But that didn’t mean he couldn’t get something in return.


Tal’zod was, at his core, a wicked man with wicked tastes. He knew true desperation when he saw it and these Lightforged fit that mold completely. Pushed just right, they would do anything for the information. Thankfully, Tal’zod knew exactly what he would want from the deal.


“I can give you da secret, but I will be needing someting in return,” he finally said.


Fareeya did not look surprised. Apparently she had been expecting to pay something for the information, “Of course. We are willing to provide you with whatever you need in exchange for the information.”


A twitch of a smirk crossed Tal’zod’s lips again. She might live to regret those words, “My request is a simple one. I want one week as commander of the Vindicaar with all of its people doin’ whatevah I ask.”


Fareeya narrowed her eyes a bit and replied with caution, “That could be acceptable, provided we know what you are planning for us.”


This was the part that Tal’zod relished. He almost leaned forward for dramatic tension, but decided to act as if this was no big deal, “Oh, I don’t want to use you for any fighting. I just be wanting to fuck each of ya beauties.”


The effect was everything he could have hoped for. The entire party of Lightforged, about twenty in all, took a moment to be shocked at the revelation. Then, at the same time, Several of the women flushed at the words, all of the men tensed up and began reaching for their weapons, and Fareeya shouted, “What?!”


Tal’zod shrugged nonchalantly, but his eyes remained alert as he said, “I want to take over the Vindicaar for a week so dat I can spend da time sticking my dick in each and every woman aboard.”


“You vile snake!” Growled one of the men standing behind Fareeya. His mouth was covered by a black cloth mask but it didn’t hide the fury in his eyes as he reached behind him and drew a long black blade with glowing edges, “You disgusting animal!”


“Telaamon!” said Fareeya, spinning on him and glaring.


“He sullied the honor of every woman here by spouting that filth!” Telaamon cried, “Why should I not cut him down.”


“Because,” the captain said, her voice hard, “He still is the only one with the information we need.”


“Dis be true,” Tal’zod added, deciding to jump in and stir the pot, “So sheath your sword so we can get down to terms of how I can sheath mine.”


The innuendo was not lost on the crew. Telaamon looked like he was ready to disobey his captain’s orders and kill him anyway, but instead he sheathed his weapon and leveled a glare that would have bore a hole right through him if the man had a demon hunter’s gaze. Fareeya turned around, trying to be unbothered by the declaration from the Troll and said calmly, “I don’t know if that is something we can offer. The Lightforged have extensive coffers that we would be happy to part with, we could transport you wherever you need to go and even fight for you if the cause is noble, but what you are asking is something we would not do.”


Tal’zod shrugged, “Ah well. I guess ya aren’t da right people to handle da weapon after all.”


Fareeya frowned, “You would sacrifice the universe because you can’t have sex with us?”


He shook his head. “It not be about dat. Dis be about making sure you are willing to pay any price for something which a lesser being would abuse. I not be giving da secrets of my family over to just anyone.” This was a bold faced lie, but he was dealing with honorable types. If he played into that sense of honor, he would have an easier time convincing them.


“Our women are not common whores,” Telaamon growled, “and you will not treat them as such.”


Tal’zod smirked, “Actually, I’ll treat dem however I be feelin’ like. Dat’s da idea behind my condition. Dey don’t have to like it, but dey have to do it if you want any chance of beating da void.”


The argument would have continued on, but Fareeya stood up suddenly and everyone fell silent. She looked the troll dead in the eyes and asked, “Would you accept one of us as your personal slave for an extended period of time instead?”


“Fareeya you can’t--” Telaamon began.


“I can, and will,” The captain snapped back, “For the fate of all people and to spare my own.”


Tal’zod considered this, his eyes wandering up and down the heavily armored captain. The idea had a bit of merit and one woman for a month to take whenever he wanted was definitely appealing. After a moment of consideration he shook his head, “Nah, I be needing more commitment den one of you. One week, All da women aboard doing what I ask, or you find another way to kill da Void.”


The mood around the table had shifted with the captain’s words. Apparently none of the other women aboard the Vindicaar liked the idea of having their own leader try to throw herself in the way of their honor. Captain Fareeya sat down and let the feeling permeate the air before saying, “will you give us time to deliberate on this? We will need to gather the entire crew to make this decision.”


Tal’zod nodded, “I’ll be right here waitin’ for ya answer.”


A look of annoyance, not the first and certainly not the last directed at Tal’zod, crossed the Captain’s face, “I would be more than happy to send you back to Ratchet while we talk.”


Tal’zod shook his head, “Nah. If I leave dis ship it will be today with da knowledge my family's secret is safe or it will be in a week fully satisfied.” His finished this by winking at a particularly lithe Draenei in white robes, who blushed furiously and turned her head away.


Captain Fareeya stood again and everyone else in the room stood with her, save for the troll. “Very well,” she replied, “We will gather everyone and debate your offer, then come back here and give you our answer.”


The Lightforged left as one group, exiting the meeting hall through a doorway that opened magically for them as they passed. Tal’zod took the time to stare at the plump backsides of the women of the Vindicaar, delighted at their swaying hips and tight thighs. He was going to enjoy this.


*********


It took far less time for the Lightforged to return than Tal’zod had anticipated. He had only been waiting for around an hour when the door opened back up and the precession walked back in. He noted that there were far more women this time than men. At least thirty different Lightforged ladies of various body types marched in, with only Telaamon returning as far as males went. Tal’zod took this as a good sign and leaned back in his chair again, his eyes locking on the strained but determined look on the captain’s face.


When she had taken her spot in the middle of the room and the party had stopped shuffling in, she glared at Tal’zod and asked, “You are sure there is no other offer that we can make you in exchange for these secrets?”


Tal’zod shook his head, his short purple hair barely swishing with the motion, “None at all. Dis is da dream, no? Surrounded by beautiful women, all of dem ready to please ya at a moment’s notice?”


Telaamon twitched, but Tal’zod decided not to press him further with any more comments. The man was on a knife’s edge and knew that he could kill the insolent troll in a heartbeat. Only the fact that Tal’zod had the one secret they needed kept him from disobeying his captain’s orders. However, if the troll pressed too hard he might just snap anyway and the tusked mage rather liked being alive. Especially if he knew what was coming next.


Captain Fareeya set her jaw, stifling a growl as she said, “Then we are forced to accept your terms. You will have command of the Vindicaar for one week and all of the people on board will follow your desires. If, by the end of one full week’s time, you do not give us the secrets we need though, we will not hesitate to use torture or other methods to pull the information out of you.”


A wide grin spread over Tal’zod’s face, “Excellent! Happy we can come to an arrangement. As my first order...” he paused, looking over the women with obviously lecherous eyes. They settled on the young Acolyte that had blushed when he winked at her and she grew very still. He pointed at her and hooked a finger, “You, come over here.”


The rest of the group looked shocked as the Acolyte stood stiffly, setting her jaw and walking over to the other side of the table while Tal’zod pushed his chair back to give her room to stand in front of him. When she was directly in front of him, the troll smiled and grabbed her hips, staring up into her eyes and saying, “Get naked, honey. Ya get to be my first.”


Telaamon couldn’t hold his silence any longer, “You can’t expect to defile her here and now!”


Tal’zod slapped the girl lightly on the rear, as Telaamon’s words were causing her to hesitate. As she finally got herself in gear and gave him a glare while starting to undo her robe, he leaned over to the side to stare at the captain, “How many women are aboard dis ship, Captain?”


She was staring daggers at him as well, but replied, “Our current compliment is sixty female soldiers.”


He frowned. That was less than he was expecting from the supposed “Army of the Light” but he assumed that it was because they were all settling into life on Azeroth, “Alright den. My next command is for you to call all da women into this room and tell all of da men to depart. Dey can go down to Ratchet and enjoy themselves for da week. I don’t want dem damn male space goats ruining my mojo, after all.”


Telaamon did not appear to like this idea at all, but Tal’zod merely went back to the lovely Acolyte with small outward curling horns as she finally pulled off the white dress to reveal the slim light gray skin of her body underneath. She had smaller tattoo patterns than most, enough that Tal’zod traced them with his fingers in a few moments while Fareeya called out the orders over a magical communications system. Telaamon looked rooted in place as Tal’zod ran his hands up to the Lightforged’s breasts, fondling them through the bra she wore while the acolyte turned her head away in disgust. But when Fareeya gave him a look, the pair seemed to share a silent conversation and Telaamon nodded, marching out of the room quickly as Tal’zod stood and looked into the Acolytes eyes, having to cup her chin and bring her head around to look at him.


“Turn around and bend over da table, after you finish undressing.”


The draenei woman, who Tal’zod was still debating on learning the name of, gritted her teeth and quickly reached back to pull her bra off. As she tossed the bra to the ground he noticed that her breasts were small for her race, but there was enough that they still jiggled slightly as she pushed and wiggled out of her panties to reveal her hairless pussy to him. Then, with no ceremony and no foreplay, she turned around, her tail whipping him definitely as she swung it, and bent over the table to present her tight ass and the pussy lips beneath it. Her eyes locked with the captain, who gave her a sympathetic look and a reassuring nod.


As Tal’zod removed his robe, untying the belt first before parting it and letting it fall away to reveal his own sleek body, he heard the Acolyte mutter, “Light, give me strength.”


“Better ask da light for lubrication instead, honey,” He replied with a grin.


The rest of the women in the room, despite themselves, had locked their eyes on the hard cock that seemed to spring from the robes when he drew them apart. He was a good size for a Troll, but he didn’t know how his cock compared to Draenei. He had heard rumors of horse proportions before, but judging by the panic on a few of the faces staring at his impressive member he figured they were either just false claims or these Lightforged were more inexperienced than he thought. It didn’t matter to him, either way. What did matter was the Acolyte who was trying to adjust her footing to be more comfortable and unintentionally wiggling her ass for him.


He gripped the base of his cock with one hand and pointed it directly at her entrance. Soon the tip was pressed against the Acolyte’s pussy lips. She let out a hiss and jerked her head back, glaring at him, but her eyes flicked down to his cock every now and then to glimpse what was going to be invading her soon. Still, when he pushed the tip into her, he was surprised to find she was indeed slick and he slid in half way easily, “Someone is excited for dis.”


“Fuck you, troll,” The Acolyte seethed at him.


“No, honey,” he muttered, before shifting forward and driving his hips and cock deeper into her, “Fuck you.”


Soon he was inside her completely, his cock pressing about three quarters of the way in before it hit her cervix wall. She was tight, so fucking tight, and her pussy was not the deepest. He took a moment as he reached his limit, not to let her adjust but to get a gauge of how far he could thrust without hurting himself, then grabbed the base of her tail in one hand and an ass cheek in the other before beginning to pump in and out of her. He wasn’t gentle with her anymore, she got the first initial thrust for him to be nice and now he was fucking her hard and fast as the crowd of women watched in unadulterated rage. They all sat for a while, the slapping noises of Tal’zod fucking one of their people the only sounds in the room save for a bit of shuffling and grunting from both parties, when Captain Fareeya finally said through gritted teeth, “Permission to speak freely, sir?”


Tal’zod chuckled at that, giving the Acolyte a particularly hard thrust to make her whimper as he replied, “No restrictions on speaking while I’m in command. I’m very informal.”


Fareeya nodded, “What you are doing is vile and disgusting and if you expect any of us here to enjoy it you are mistaken. We aren’t going to become cock hungry sluts for you and we will not enjoy ourselves at all.”


This brought a laugh from the troll, who gave the blushing Acolyte under him a firm slap on the ass that rang out into the room and caused her to yelp, “Ya don't need to like it at all, Captain. Ya just need to allow it.”


Tal’zod slowed his pace, giving the Acolyte beneath him deep, long strokes as he enjoyed the feeling of her tight pussy squeezing his cock. Despite the waves of anger he felt coming off of her (and every other woman watching this sexual act) he knew that she was getting some modicum of pleasure out of it. The way her pussy throbbed around him was proof enough that her body was responding to the feeling in a natural way. She wasn’t enjoying it, but she was still getting pleasure from it. It was a thought that made him smirk as the doors to the meeting room opened up and the other women of the Vindicaar began trickling in.


He turned his head to watch the new arrivals as they entered. Obviously they were informed as to what was coming; they probably all had a say in the matter of whether they accepted this deal or not. But knowing that there was a troll on board who was in control of them and wanting to fuck them was far different from seeing one of their Acolytes bent over a table and being fucked from behind. It was enough to shock each new member of his temporary harem that entered. Tal’zod reveled in the changes in their expressions. From stoic resolve, to utter shock, to anger at the man they felt was abusing their sister in the light. Tal’zod took special care to give each new woman a once over, thrusting a few times while making eye contact with them to let them know he was thrusting specifically for their benefit. Some turned away in disgust, others just tried to burn a hole in his head with their eyes.


Once he was sure all of the Lightforged women were in the room, he looked to the captain and smiled, “You know,” he grunted, “All of you ladies are very sexy. I love Draenei women and you Lightforged just take dat to da next level.”


Fareeya said nothing, just stared at him and tried to avoid the coupling happening below his chin. He figured this was a good enough example and all the women could see what could happen to them at any time, so he waved his hand, “Thanks for joining me to start. You can all leave.” As everyone started to get up, he held his hand between the Acolytes shoulder blades and leaned back, grunting and thrusting deep into her as he felt himself getting closer to his first orgasm. As everyone was moving towards the door, he reached out with a hand and stopped a passing Lightforged that got too close to him, wrapping his fingers around her powerful arm, “Not you, lovely. Stay just outside da door until I be done. You can show me to my room.”


She looked ready to punch him for the statement, but she nodded, “Of course, Sir.”


He chuckled and called out, “Dat’s a great point! From now on you all will be calling me Sir or Master, unless ya feel like being kinkier.”


He laughed as the shuffling of hooves increased in pace. Everyone apparently wanted to get out of there before he made any other sort of demands. That was fine with him. He was getting close and wanted a bit of privacy anyway. Fucking in front of beautiful women was fine, but he had no desire to spoil the next part.


Once the door had closed again, he leaned forward, pumping away quickly as he ran his tusks along the back of the beauty beneath him. She grunted and panted slightly as her body betrayed her, but remained resolved not to enjoy it. That was fine by him. When his mouth reached her ear he murmured, “Here’s da deal. You won’t be saying anything of what happened after da rest of da ladies left to anyone, got it? Not for a few days at least. I be wantin’ dis to be a surprise for da others. Do you understand?”


She nodded weakly, her eyes clenching in anticipation for whatever tortures he was about to deliver to her. Instead of beating her or slamming his cock into her ass though, he simply picked up the pace and began grunting in pleasure. It wasn’t long before he felt himself reach his peak and he let out a deep grunt in her ear as he said, “Fuck! I’m cumming!”


That’s when her eyes shot open and she looked over her shoulder, nearly poking his eye out with her horn in her haste. He’d have to remember that for future sessions. Instead he simply got a good look at her panicked expression as she began to struggle slightly underneath him. Ropes of his hot cum sprayed inside of her pussy moments after his announcement. She spoke again finally, crying out, “N-no! You can’t mean to do that!” her panicked words, amplified by her gorgeous accent, just caused another blast of cum to push into her womb as the realization hit her of just what they got into. She clenched her teeth and growled out, “You bastard! You wanted to do this to get us pregnant?!”


He laughed as he felt the last of his orgasm pulse into her tight hole, leaning back and running his thick fingers down her back, “It’s not da main reason, but it be a nice bonus.” With one final twitch of his cock he pulled out of her, pushing her legs together once he had pulled away and sitting down in the chair again, “fuck dat was hot. Stay like dat, honey, until I leave. I want to be makin’ sure you have plenty of time to enjoy my cum inside ya.”


She remained laying on the table, glaring back at him with absolute rage. It was a face it would be dealing with for a while now, but he was glad there were no tears. These Lightforged were bred for battle, so anger would be the default response rather than self pity. He was okay with that. With a sigh, Tal’zod stood and drapped his robe over his shoulders, not bothering to cinch it up. His half hard cock, covered in a mixture of both of their fluids, swung in front of him as he idly strode towards the door.


“Like I said,” He called, “Don’t be saying anything about da ending. I be wanting to surprise da others.”


As the door opened for him, he nodded to the surprised looking Lightforged as she tried not to look at his cock and motioned for her to lead him to where he would be staying. She took off at a brisk pace, not even bothering to glance back long enough to notice Tal’zod staring at her ass and slowly getting hard again as he watched her ass sway uncontrollably down the hall. He was confident that his first conquest would make no mention of his surprise. Both her embarrassment at the thought of being with such a vulgar man’s child and the fact it was a command from someone who could easily break the deal if he found out he had been disobeyed would keep her quiet. After all, she had already sacrificed her dignity for this quest, so she would not want it screwed up.


As the woman opened another door and waved a hand inside, she got her first look at his already hard cock. He raised his eyebrows at her as she stared, dumbfounded, at the fact he was ready to go again so soon. That stare turned to a bit of panic as he took her by the arm and gently led her inside, commanding her to strip down to nothing for him and kneel on the ground. These girls were in for one hell of a week.


But first Tal’zod needed someone to clean him up.


