A meeting of the Council of the Black Harvest

The Master sighed. His brow furrowed as he rose from the bed of plush pillows that lined Dreadscar Rift’s succubus den. Karina, following the Master’s lead, rose from her position. Her spine buzzed with electrifying energy as the Master took in her standing form. Then, his gaze drifted over her right shoulder and he bit the left side of his bottom lip. Karina knew the Master to be an extremely intelligent man. She knew how to read his face, how to discern how he was thinking. This was no idle musing. the Master was in the process of formulating a plan.

Just as Karina opened her mouth to ask the Master what he was thinking, he shook from his pensive state and his gaze settled back on her. His gaze was different this time. His eyes told Karina that he was no longer content to laze the day away with the pleasures of the flesh that she could provide. She felt the air from her lungs **** its way out her mouth under the weight of this stare. this was a gaze of intent. “Come,” the Master said, “We must assemble the Council.”

During the Legion’s third invasion of Azeroth, The Council of the Black Harvest sought out powerful relics of the past to arm the Master and his allies against the coming onslaught of the Legion. The Council’s search led them to Dreadscar Rift. The previous Netherlord of Dreadscar rift, The pit lord Jagganoth, kept a library of Legion secrets and a personal detachment of demons to guard them. The Council, with the help of the Master, broke the pit lord’s control and the Master asserted himself as the new Netherlord of Dreadscar Rift and leader of The Council of the Black Harvest. The still-beating heart of Jagganoth and the power therein are now tools at the disposal of the Council.

Karina followed the Master as he wound a path across the rift. When they passed by, the Master motioned for the Eredar Twins, Sacrolash and Alythess, to join their procession. The group came to a stop before the still-beating heart of Jagganoth at the apex of the rift. “Sacrolash, Alythess, join me in summoning the council. The two Eredar beauties bowed their heads and began to draw power from the heart.

Karina had experienced the summons of the Master many times before. This time was different. She was usually the one being summoned, never before had she witnessed a summoning ritual from this side. The Master grabbed and formed the two streams of raw fel energy the twins were providing him and meticulously set about forming the five glowing green ovals that would serve as portals to bring the council back.

Karina grew worried when the Master grit his teeth. It looked as though his intricate work might unravel before her eyes. It was then that the Master turned and said in a strained tone, “I can tell you are hoarding some for yourself Sacrolash. Were your potential recruits not enough to fulfill your needs.” Upon being called out Sacrolash lowered her head further. “They proved … unable to see your glory, Netherlord.” Karina saw Sacrolash’s brilliant white teeth flash in a cheeky smirk contrasting the ash coloring of her skin, “I have made sure they fulfill a purpose. Just, not their original one.” Sacrolash raised her head to make eye contact with the Master, “Perhaps it is time I showed you my handy work, Netherlord.” The Master simply laughed, “you will be punished for this insubordination. However, that does not mean I can simply starve you. I will address your … shortage after the council has met. For now, cease this theft. Or I will pleasure your sister in front of you while you are being punished.” Karina saw an ear to ear smile flash across the faces of both Sacrolash and Alythess, and the previously failing portals glowed more brightly and started to look more … full.

With a flourish, the Master finished his summoning ritual and stated, “It is done. Now you may have your fill Sacrolash. Make sure you don’t drain the heart dry or I will replace it with yours.”

“I certainly wouldn’t want that Netherlord, you have my gratitude,” she replied in an overly sultry tone. The ever quiet Alythess submissively added, “it is my pleasure to be of service to you Netherlord.” Her previous smolder of a gaze coming alight as the master thanked her for her service. The twins then skulked back down the bridge and Karina turned to see the first of the council emerged from their portals.

A sudden source of light indicated that Ritssyn Flamescowl was first to return. The old orc had been permanently scarred from his battle with the Firelord Ragnaros to the point where his head was constantly wreathed in flame. “I answer the call of the Netherlord,” he managed to painfully grunt out, “ I trust this call is urgent. I believe I am close to fully mastering the power of the fallen Firelord.” “It is dear friend,” replied the Master, “I will fill you all in when the rest arrive.” And come they did, Jubeka Shadowbreaker stepped forth next, followed closely by Kira Iresoul, Shinfel Blightsworn, and lastly Zinnin Smythe.

“Due to the nature of my request, I suggest we hold this meeting in a more private setting,” the Master said and promptly opened another gateway. Karina caught the Master motioning her to use it. This drew questioning glances from the rest of the Council. After Karina was through the Master turned to the rest of the council and said, “it concerns her. I would be remiss to exclude her from the conversation.”

“A matter that personally concerns a summon, most intesting indeed,” growled Flamescowl as he and the other members of the Council stepped through the gateway.

Hello Readers,

… what to say. I was lax with this story because I did not know where I wanted it to go. This chapter went through many MANY rewrites but I think I have an idea where I want to take this for the next few chapters. Also I will not be shoehorning sexy times into these chapters, I think it would take away from the story and therefore my motivation to write. Fret not, sexytime was included in my current story direction.

Until next time

-T