Jaina Proudmoore

Jaina looked over the reports she had received with mounting concern. The Banshee Queen’s latest plot had proven more effective than Jaina believed possible. How can men be so blind? she thought. Even Anduin has fallen prey to her.

The accord Sylvanas had proposed, the one the Alliance had so naively accepted was obviously nothing more than a ploy to seed her agents throughout Alliance territory, but worst of all, it was working. Jaina paced as she thought on how best to thwart the plot but struggled under the constraints. Alliance leadership had accepted it after all, so she was **** to abide by it’s terms and attempting to sway the others had proven ineffective.

Managing to think of no diplomatic solution, she sought out her mother’s chambers to seek counsel. Katherine listened patiently as her daughter explained the situation and the obvious dangers it presented before offering the simplest solution she could think of.

“Jaina, haven’t you considered fighting frostfire with frostfire?”

“Mother?”

“If the Alliance leadership has been swayed by the Banshee Queen, then it is up to you to sway them back.”

“But I’ve tried and it’s no use, they refuse to-Oh,” Jaina said, suddenly appreciating the adage.

“Daughter,” Katherine said gently, stepping closer and placing a hand on Jaina’s shoulder. “You’ve simply been using the wrong methods to sway them.”

Jaina’s cheeked flushed at the course of action her mother was suggesting. “Mother I can’t,” Jaina said uncertainly. “I’ve spent decades studying dusty tomes and scroll; I’ve no head for… that sort of thing.”

Her mother’s lips quirked and she shook her head. “Jaina, you really don’t understand men much. You are beautiful and powerful; trust me when I say they will listen.”

Jaina paused, unsure what to say. While she was willing to do much to save her Alliance, what her mother was suggesting was something she’d never even considered before.

“It is a ruler’s duty to care for her people,” Katherine counseled solemnly.

Jaina considered the words and nodded once, finding resolve at her mother’s words.

“I’ll go to Stormwind and make my case anew,” she said firmly.

Katherine smiled at her daughter, proud of her decisiveness. “Would you care for company Jaina? I could lend my aid to your arguments.”

“I’d like nothing more mother.”

~

Jaina sat with her hands fidgeting as she waited for her audience with Anduin in his chambers. She’d known him his whole life; from childhood to Kingship and had spent much time in his company, never once knowing discomfort, but this meeting would be far different to the others.

Jaina closed her eyes and took a breath, remembering the loathsome sight of the Forsaken Dark Rangers stationed throughout the diplomatic quarters. With a simple change of dress, it was as if men had forgotten who their enemy was. That was what she was fighting against. Seeing the threat right in their midst when no one else recognized it frustrated her beyond measure. She had to succeed in convincing the others.

Yes, ostensibly they were there at the requests of the various diplomats and leaders of the Alliance, but Jaina knew it was only a matter of time before Sylvanas gave the order to decapitate the leadership once enough of her Rangers had wormed their way into the Alliance.

She was shaken out of her thoughts as the doors opened and Anduin appeared. He spoke a parting word to Genn before stepping in and closing the doors.

“Jaina,” he greeted her. He’d long since stopped calling her Auntie Jaina; something she always slightly missed.

“Anduin,” Jaina replied. “I’ve come to speak again about the Treaty.”

Anduin sighed as he poured himself a drink of water. “Jaina, how many times must we go over this? Have you any idea how popular the accords are with… with everyone? Even if I disagreed with them, it would be political suicide to go against them now.”

“But you don’t disagree, do you?” Jaina accused. She’d been sorely disappointed to know even he had made use of the Banshee Queen and her Rangers.

“No, no I don’t,” Anduin said turning back to her. “We have peace Jaina. Peace. Finally, after all this time. Isn’t that what we’ve wanted? What we’ve been fighting for?”

“It isn’t peace Anduin, it’s a prelude. Look outside, you’ll see her agents everywhere, what do you think their doing?”

“Their duties, at our request I’ll remind you.”

“They are waiting for the orders, and sooner or later, Sylvanas will give them.”

“The Treaty’s been signed. It’s done,” Anduin said with finality.

Jaina switched tack to the one she’d been dreading. “Fine, and I’m not asking you to renege on it, but I am asking you to take steps to minimize the damage. The Treaty calls for Sylvanas and her Rangers to provide… services,” Jaina said, still finding the situation too awkward to actually give voice to. “But it doesn’t obligate you to make use of those services. I understand the soldiery and citizens won’t stop and we needn’t **** them to. But those in high command must, especially if you pressure them Anduin, and set an example.”

Now it was Anduin’s turn to stumble awkwardly. Jaina had a point, he didn’t need to enjoy the Banshee Queen’s specific charms, but, he simply enjoyed doing so. “There’s no need for that, that is to say, it would be undiplomatic of me” Anduin eventually said, the argument sounded weak even to his own ears.

Jaina ground her teeth in frustration at the simple-mindedness of men. “Would you really put your own safety in danger for simple pleasure?”

“I don’t believe there is any danger,” Anduin said, attempting to shift topic as much as he could.

Jaina sighed. “And what if there were an alternative?” she said, fully committing to the plan.

“What do you mean?”

Jaina gestured stiffly at herself. “If I were to make myself available in the Banshee Queen’s place, would the others reconsider? Would you?”

Anduin eyed Jaina quickly before swallowing hard. “Jaina this is no time for jokes.”

“I’m not joking Anduin, if that is what it takes to ensure the safety of the Alliance, then that is what I will do. Will you stay away from Sylvanas if… I provide the same services?”

“Jaina you’re being ridiculous. Even if I wanted-Even if I were to consider it, you couldn’t possibly match her. She…” Anduin struggled to find the right words. “Has a great deal of stamina. And her undeath gives her inhuman endurance. You couldn’t take her place.”

“Are you forgetting I’m still an Archmage, Anduin? There are spells, potions and more that I can use to close any gaps. And I’ve been experimenting with my mirror images; their practically indistinguishable from the real me now. I could… service many others at once. Not to mention my mother has said she too is willing to serve the Alliance. I can take her place.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Anduin said nervously despite all that Jaina had said.

“How difficult could it be?” Jaina asked dismissively. “I’m certain I could manage whatever the others ask from her.”

Anduin looked away guiltily.

“You don’t believe me,” Jaina said. “Fine, then let’s see, right here and now. If I can’t even manage to take her place for you, then there’s no hope and I’ll drop all this. But if I can, you will give my proposition real consideration.”

Anduin swallowed hard again, unsure how to respond. “Autine Jaina, I can’t,” he said. “You’re like family to me.”

On any other day, Jaina would’ve appreciated Anduin’s restraint and self-control, especially if he had exercised it with the Banshee Queen. But if she struggled to entice him now, how could she hope to entice the others away from Sylvanas? She thought back on some of her mother’s advice and took a more direct approach.

With barely any concentration, Jaina weaved a complex dismissal spell and waved a hand over her herself. Her clothing dissolved away in a dust of ephemeral blue light, leaving her standing stark naked in front of Anduin awkwardly, wearing nothing but her Kul Tiran pendant.

Jaina shifted uncomfortably and resisted the urge to cover her breasts. Without her clothing confining them, they seemed so much larger. She had done her best to dress modestly in her time as a leader, so being nude in front of Anduin had her mind screaming to cover up lest it jeopardize her authority, but she crushed those thoughts. If she was going to go through with this plan, she couldn’t afford to have those sensibilities any longer.

Anduin’s breathing quickened and he took a step towards her, then another. Jaina felt as if she should do something womanly or attractive, but she had far too many duties that demanded her attention and it left her with little time to pursue romantic interests. Seduction was not a skill she possessed so she stayed awkwardly still, cursing her own inexperience every second.

Her mother had assured her it would be fine though; that men would care little about those things if it was Jaina Proudmoore with them. Katherine was proven right as Jaina noticed the hungry stared Anduin fixed her with, his prior objections long forgotten.

As he approached, it became harder and harder to resist the urge to step away or cover herself, but she did.

“I hadn’t realized they were so…” Anduin trailed off as he stared at Jaina’s breasts. He reached towards them slowly; almost as if he were afraid they would burn his hands and cupped them gently. “You’re certain?” he asked, looking into Jaina’s face.

She nodded. And with the line crossed, Anduin began fondling her breasts, squeezing and massaging them, digging his fingers into the soft, offered flesh. Pinching a nipple between his thumb and finger, he pulled and twisted lightly, making Jaina gasp. Anduin startled at the reaction, unaccustomed to them after many ‘diplomatic’ sessions with Sylvanas. But he found he liked it a great deal.

Anduin bent and brought his mouth down on Jaina’s breast, sucking in a mouthful. He ran his tongue over her nipple and suckled at her then repeated with the other breast.

“This doesn’t seem so hard,” Jaina said, unexpectedly enjoying how things were turning out. Anduin scoffed, denting her confidence.

Anduin played and sucked on her breasts for a while before pulling her towards the bed. Jaina was about to climb onto it when Anduin stopped her. “Actually, could you lean your head off the end of it? It’s how I do it with Sylvanas.”

Jaina repositioned herself. “Like this?” she asked looking up at Anduin, her head hanging off the edge.”

“Perfect. And Jaina, Sylvanas doesn’t need to breathe so I can… stay inside her throat as long as I want. Is there something you can do for that?”

Anduin had stopped dancing around the words, making Jaina flush suddenly. The blunt speech gave her second thoughts for a moment. “A charm of unending breath should do the same thing,” Jaina said quietly.

Anduin nodded and began undressing, making Jaina’s heartrate spike. Well this is it, no backing out now Jaina thought.

Anduin pulled out his already stiff cock; the sight of which made Jaina gulp involuntarily. She wasn’t even sure if it was normal, but it certainly didn’t look normal. It moved closer and closer until it bumped into Jaina’s lips. It took her a moment to realize she should open her mouth. As she did, Anduin began sliding in, reintroducing Jaina to unfamiliar tastes and sensations.

Anduin pressed on, forcing more and more of his manhood down her throat. The spell may have rid Jaina of her need to breathe, but that’s all it did. Jaina gagged after she was fed too much of his meat. Anduin paused for a moment before resuming his downward slide, making Jaina gag and **** more and more. Every moment spent **** on the cock filling her throat, Jaina fought the urge to slap Anduin’s thighs and make him stop. If she did, it would mean leaving the Alliance open, so she endured.

Spit and phlegm bubbled up past Anduin’s cock and started running down her face into her nose, eyes and hair as he bottomed out all eight inches. Then Anduin pulled back and started actually fucking her throat. Slowly at first, but faster as time wore on, with Jaina gagging and **** horribly all the while. In no time at all, her face was completely drenched in her own spit, plastering her hair to her forehead and gluing her eyes shut.

Still Anduin went faster. Jaina felt Anduin’s hands alternate between wrapping around her throat and playing with her breasts as he used her throat like he was meant to embrace a woman, sometimes both at once with each hand. He pumped his cock down her gullet relentlessly, making the back of her head bump into the bed with every forceful thrust, his ballsack slapping wetly against her nose every time.

Anduin pulled out and stared at the mess on Jaina’s face, the woman he used to think of as his aunt; his cock twitched at the thought. He found a fiendish delight at reducing his close friend and companion to a whore. That she was always such a dignified and powerful woman his senior by almost twofold only made it all the better. He drove back into Jaina’s throat with a shiver; her sputtering and **** massaging his cock delectably.

The feeling of Anduin’s cock constantly slamming down her throat quickly gave Jaina the urge to throw up, but a quick application of fortification charms soon rid her of those feelings. Jaina didn’t know how long Anduin spent treating her throat like a woman, but eventually she heard him groan her name before hugging himself into her and pressing his weight into her face so hard it would’ve smothered her if not for the breath spell.

An instant later a torrent of his seed exploded down her throat, so deep she had **** but to eat it, since it practically went straight into her stomach. The heavy spurts soon proved too much though and the thick white fluid flew from the corners of her mouth and joined the rest of the mess on her face. She felt each pulse of his cock as he spewed more and more into her until the flood slowed to a trickle.

Anduin stayed inside until she felt him grow soft before pulling out. His cock came out sticky and trailing thick strings of spit, phlegm and cum from her mouth. Jaina rolled over onto her front and tried to speak but only garbled sounds came out before she started coughing. It took a minute of coughing and clearing her throat before Jaina found her voice again.

“That’s what you do with Sylvanas?” Jaina asked weakly.

“Some of it,” Anduin said guiltily. “If you don’t want to continue, I’ll understand Jaina.”

“We’re not done?” Jaina asked with a hint of concern.

“If you want to be done, we can be done Jaina, I’ll not **** anything on you.”

It didn’t feel that way Jaina thought. She caught sight of her reflection in one of the room’s mirrors and her eyes widened in shock at the sight. Jaina had always been mindful to maintain appearances, considering her station. So when she saw her reflection, she hardly recognized herself. Her eyes were red and watery, the tears having made her makeup run and smear black trails across her face. Strands of her hair were soaked with her spit, almost as if she’d taken a bath and they stuck to her forehead messily. Anduin’s seed cooled in patches all over her face, the white fluid contrasted heavily with the black of her makeup.

Every etiquette lesson she’d had, her sense of decorum, all of it screamed at her to clean and cover herself before anyone could see, but she forcefully suppressed those feelings. It was already too late, Anduin had seen what a whore she looked like and cleaning up would hardly change anything now.

During the throatfucking, Jaina had spared little thought to her situation, too distracted as she was. But seeing herself then, the humiliation finally rushed in and her cheeks went beet red. It was all so unbecoming of her she thought. She began to have doubts about her course of action.

“Jaina?” Anduin asked.

But, she remembered her mother’s words. “It is a ruler’s duty to care for her people,” Katherine had said. Whatever it takes Jaina thought.

“I’m alright. What… else is there?” she said.

Anduin seemed equal parts excited and guilted by the words. “Just lay down on the bed normally, I’ll be right back.”

Jaina took the chance to rest and relax as she laid down on the soft bedding, a quick cleansing spell ridding her of the mess on her face. Without it staining her, she felt a little bit more like herself.

Anduin rummaged around in his belongings until he eventually found it; an elixir of liquid gold.

“What is that?” Jaina asked, noticing the golden light.

“A gift from Sylvanas and her apothecaries, it helps me to... keep up with her.”

Jaina bolted upright, her heart hammering. No gift from the Banshee Queen could be trusted, it was surely tainted she thought.

“Anduin, how many times have you used that? Have the others used it?”

“Only a handful of times,” Anduin said. “Relax Jaina, I’ve had my people check it over, it’s perfectly harmless and does just what Sylvanas says, no more.”

“Give me that, I’d like to run my own tests.”

Anduin sighed at the unnecessary caution but complied anyway.

Jaina ran a battery of divinations and diagnostic spells over the potion. While she could detect no toxic, poisonous or magical reagents beyond what was necessary to achieve its effects, she did sense something. A faint magical signature, but couldn’t discern what it did or what effects it had if any. She then surreptitiously directed a few of those divinations and diagnostics towards Anduin, but again, found nothing to suggest he had been affected in any way.

“There’s something else there,” Jaina said worryingly.

Anduin nodded. “Yes, I’ve been told it’s the magical signature of one of the reagents, though totally inert. It doesn’t do anything Jaina,” Anduin assured.

Jaina found that hard to believe. “Anduin, if that kind of stamina potion is all you need, I can provide an alternative. Just promise me you’ll throw those things away and never use it again.”

Anduin didn’t want to fight over the issue, especially not when Jaina was offering herself. “Fine, if you can do the same thing, what does it matter?”

Jaina conjured flames in her hand and incinerated the potion to nothingness in an instant. “And try to get them away from the other leaders as well,” Jaina added. “Come here.”

Anduin climbed up onto the bed and knelt in front of Jaina. She leaned forward and cupped his manhood in her hands, an arcane haze infusing them. In moments Anduin felt himself reinvigorated and stiffen to fullness.

“Gods,” Anduin breathed. “That’s better than the potions.”

“All the more reason to stop using them.”

Anduin nodded. “Jaina, you should know Sylvanas has, well, opened my eyes to new tastes.”

Jaina frowned in confusion.

Anduin struggled with the words. “Sylvanas, she enjoys, well actually prefers, being taken in the rear, and I’ve come to enjoy that too.”

It shocked Jaina to hear. She’d known the Alliance leadership had been making use of the Banshee Queen, but not the precise details.

“I… see,” Jaina said slowly. “That changes nothing though.”

Anduin nodded and pressed Jaina back down on the bed. His positioned his cockhead at her rear entrance and prodded her there. Jaina had never felt so filthy before in her life, she’d never been with a man like that and it felt inherently wrong. She couldn’t believe Anduin of all people wanted to take her there.

Jaina reinforced her fortification charms, hoping they would prove a match for the Banshee Queen’s undead endurance. Anduin pushed in and Jaina gripped the bedsheets as she felt him fill her inch by terrible inch.

Excited beyond measure at conquering the arse of another powerful woman his senior, Anduin lost the restraint he had shown with her throat and quickly jammed his length in, punching deep into Jaina’s arse. She gasped at the sudden dominating presence filling her; she’d never felt so utterly full. Anduin didn’t give her time to adjust and simply started rutting into her and using her breasts like handles. He ignored her squirming as he pounded deep into Jaina’s most private recesses with every thrust, his only thought given to using her flesh to find climax with.

Jaina felt her organs shifting and being straightened with every thrust. They were sensations unlike any she’d ever felt and drove her mad. She felt shocked at seeing a new side to Anduin, an animalistic one that only cared about using her body. If it weren’t for the spells she’d woven through her body, she doubted she could’ve endured the ****.

Anduin pinned Jaina’s own legs against her body, holding them down by the knees as he thrust into her arse, utterly ignoring her womanhood. Jaina wanted to find some small measure of relief by rubbing her lips, but her first concern had to be matching the Banshee Queen. If Sylvanas preferred it in the arse and had turned Anduin so, then Jaina had to be her equal if not her better, so she reluctantly kept her hands away from her womanhood.

Part way into the relentless sodomy, Anduin surprised Jaina again when he pulled out suddenly and grabbed her hair. Pulling her face towards him, he thrust his cock towards her mouth. Revulsion instantly hit Jaina as she realized what Anduin wanted her to do. Her initial instinct was to push him off and deny the disgusting act, but she remembered her duty. If this was how the Banshee Queen enticed the Alliance, then it was how Jaina was going to bring them back.

Jaina opened her mouth and let Anduin slide in, his cock still slimy with her own juices but otherwise clean. A strange and heavy tasted filled her mouth as she learned what she tasted like. All things considered it wasn’t nearly as revolting as she imagined it to be, but that didn’t lessen the burning shame and humiliation she felt performing so lewd an act for Anduin. She worried the whorish display would lessen herself in his eyes, that her authority would be eroded by the obscenity, but pushed those thoughts aside to be dealt with at another time.

When Anduin pulled away from her mouth and went back to taking advantage of her arse, she actually felt glad when she felt him stuff her hole full. The relief didn’t last long as Anduin only spent mere moments in her arse before pulling out and returning to her mouth. He’d only spent enough time in her to coat his cock anew in her juices. That was when Jaina realized Anduin wasn’t looking for the pleasure of her mouth or her rear, but the pleasure of seeing her clean the filth off his manhood.

Jaina suddenly remembered her mother’s words and the way she softly shook her head ‘Jaina, you really don’t understand men much.’ She found a new appreciation for the words; her mother had known. If only I’d spent some more time with the men, perhaps I’d have been more prepared for this Jaina silently complained. Well it’s too late for that, I’ll just have to learn fast.

Jaina did her best to ignore the degradation she felt as Anduin **** her to clean him off again and again. Though thankfully, or worryingly, Jaina found it easier to endure the longer it went on for until she was shifting forward and opening her mouth invitingly every time Anduin pulled out of her arse. She quickly grew accustomed to the cycle of feeling empty, having Anduin’s warm, slimy manhood slide over her tongue, the taste of her own arse, his cock bumping into and sliding down the back of her throat and then having her arse stuffed full again.

The cycle was only broken by the occasional changes in positions. Sometimes Anduin would flip her onto her front and pound her into the bed, other times he would hold her up, or take her on the floor. His favorite though, the one he stuck with the longest was pulling Jaina up so her weight rested against her neck and shoulder as her legs went over her head. Anduin kept her up as he speared into her **** arse from above. Jaina was contorted over herself so much so that she was **** to watch as Anduin speared into her arse over and over again. Enduring it was one thing, but being confronted with the sight, being **** to watch herself treated like a whore drew a new wave of humiliation and shame from her.

Jaina found it hard to look Anduin in the face as he pulled out and squatted down over her, presenting his cock to her again. Her face grew red again as she cleaned him that time. Anduin would quickly dip into her arse only to pull out and offer it to her again. He repeated it so often that Jaina saw and felt the strangest sensation. As Anduin withdrew, she saw that she no longer closed after him, that her arse stayed open briefly, it’s tightness worn out.

The emptiness she’d grown accustomed to, but being left so open was the queerest thing. She could feel the cool air against her insides as Anduin pulled out each time. Her arse staying open longer and longer with every repetition, and that appeared to be Anduin’s goal. Jaina watched the stranger with Anduin’s features stare hungrily at her body as he spread her open with his manhood. And when that proved not enough, he hooked four fingers into her arse and pulled her open further.

Jaina watched with concern as she was spread open like never before. She had no idea her body could be contorted so and never imagined that was what she looked like inside. Another wave of shame washed over her, but it was matched by her curiosity. Jaina stared with mounting interest at the wet, pink, ridged walls of her arse on display. Her natural inquisitiveness had gotten the better of her and she found herself reaching for her own arse.

Her fingers slid over the muscle of her rim and sunk into the juicy meat of her arse, surprising Jaina with it’s softness and texture. She supposed she could understand why men liked it. Jaina slid and twisted her fingers around, testing the qualities of her own body and how it reacted. After some moments, she pulled her fingers away as thick strands of liquid trailed after them.

She had only done it to satisfy her curiosity, but when she saw Anduin’s face, it looked like he was practically drooling. Perhaps it won’t be so hard convincing the others Jaina thought.

Anduin desperately shoved back inside her and began the **** anew. Jaina quickly lost track of time as the sodomy continued but eventually felt his motions grow frantic.

Anduin dug his fingers into her soft breasts harshly as he neared climax, pounding into her so hard her knees began to ache from being pressed into the wooden flooring. Anduin groaned and for the second time that day, Jaina felt him spill his seed into her deeply, splashing against her insides and filling her.

Anduin collapsed across her back, and Jaina slowly sank down onto the floor from the weight, her pillowy ass cushioning him. When he’d grown soft and recovered, he pulled out quickly and went to retrieve a wineglass to Jaina’s confusion.

Jaina shifted slightly and could feel Anduin’s seed slosh inside her. She wasn’t sure what to do in the situation and was afraid it would spill out and create a terrible mess if she stood up. “What’s the wineglass for?” Jaina asked as Anduin returned.

“It’s er, something Sylvanas introduced me to. I’ve become rather fond of seeing it.”

Jaina eyed the glass and noted it wasn’t empty. There was a white residue staining the sides and dregs of clear-white, viscous fluid at the bottom of the cup.” she quirked her brow and waited for him to continue.

“Sylvanas, she drinks my seed after pushing it out,” Anduin admitted.

Just when Jaina felt like there was no further debauchery that could surprise her, Anduin would reveal new lows. I can’t believe Sylvanas would go to such lengths to ensnare men Jaina thought. She tried to picture the Banshee Queen; a butcherer of thousands and warlord of the Horde debase herself so and struggled with the image. I can’t underestimate her.

“I see,” Jaina said again. “How do I-“ she began, but Anduin quickly moved towards her. He wrapped his arm around her stomach and pulled her back onto her knees. Jaina felt him place the cold rim of the wineglass against her skin, just under her arse.

“Just sit up Jaina and try to open yourself.”

Jaina slowly straightened and felt Anduin’s seed start flowing out of her. She was so worn out that it was easier to open up than it was to stay clenched closed. Jaina grew hot and embarrassed again as she sat on her knees as Anduin’s seed poured from her arse. She was glad that she was facing away from him. Eventually, after too long, the flood slowed to nothing and Jaina felt Anduin scoop the rim of the glass against her. Only then, when it was too late did she remember the glass wasn’t clean, that it still held the remains of Anduin’s last meeting with Sylvanas earlier in the day. She cursed herself for forgetting to cast a cleansing spell on the cup.

He came around to her and offered her the disgusting, shocking drink. The idea he wanted her to drink his seed was bad enough, but after it had soaked in her arse? It made it so much worse. She wasn’t even certain if women of the night did that sort of thing, and if they did, they’d surely charge an arm and a leg. The shock however came from the sheer volume. Jaina cursed herself again for misjudging the effectiveness of her spell because if anything, Anduin’s load was larger now than the first; it filled almost half the wineglass.

“You want me to drink this?” Jaina asked Anduin uncertainly. He nodded eagerly. She couldn’t believe Anduin had been so corrupted by Sylvanas so quickly.

She felt humiliated just holding the glass and couldn’t bring herself to drink it just yet. She needed a moment to prepare and steel herself for the depravity she was about to commit. She thought back on the barely clad Dark Rangers throughout Stormwind and the dangers they represented. She thought of how Sylvanas was worming her way into the favor of Anduin and the others. For the Alliance she thought as she brought the glass to her lips and tilted it back, guzzling down the awful drink.

Anduin’s thick cum filled her mouth as she gulped down again and again, slowly whittling away at her task. Her only solace was that her spell made it taste pleasant enough and the flavor of her own ass didn’t bother her much by that point. Even the dark taste that she assumed belonged to Sylvanas wasn’t terrible she grudgingly admitted.

After what felt like an eternity of shame, Jaina felt no more of the creampie flow into her mouth. She set down the glass and opened her mouth so Anduin could see her finish the task. She gulped down the last mouthful for him and waited to see if there was any more.

When no more awful requests came, she spoke. “Well Anduin, will you reconsider using Sylvanas? Will you help me sway the others?”

Anduin struggled with words so merely nodded.

~ Miscellaneous

Jaina greeted the assembled nobles and military officers before beginning. She took a deep breath before dissolving her clothing in a wash of arcane light. Jaina Proudmoore bent over at the waist and laid across the table, doing her best to keep her emotions in check. The men and women surrounding her were among the highest ranked among the Alliance, they were her peers so every moment spent unclothed in such a state in front of them brought burning humiliation. That humiliation was a common thing for her in these dark days, the price of outmaneuvering the Banshee Queen.

Jaina had been informed by Anduin what this particular group liked and was thus presenting herself as a suitable replacement for Sylvanas. Reaching back, Jaina began inserting her fingers into her ass one at a time. Once she’d gotten all five fingers in, she worked at getting them in deeper; past the second knuckles first, then slipping over the thirds with difficulty before finally she felt her own ring of muscle clamp down around her wrist once she gotten her whole fist inside her ass.

The wave of muttering that swept around the room renewed the humiliation she felt and she was thankful she was staring face down into the table rather than having the meet the gaze of her peers. Jaina felt it far beneath her station to perform the humiliating and obscene acts, but how else could she defeat Sylvanas? So she endured.

Jaina tugged at her fist, but her own tightness kept her locked firmly in place, to which she felt a quiet satisfaction. It took effort before she could pull her hand out; her asshole squelching wetly as her hand popped free. Jaina then pulled her cheeks open, widening the gape and inviting the assembled men and women to stare at her open innards. When she felt herself closing up, she repeated the act, reinserting her fingers then her whole hand. It went more smoothly the second time around, her body opening up more readily. The muttering intensified as Jaina fisted her own arse for the entertainment of the others.

Jaina shifted positions and conjured up the toy that had been designed with Anduin’s help. It was a beastly thing, larger than he was by a fair margin and terribly studded along its entire length with thick, tall bumps. Anduin had advised her on how best to sway the others and unfortunately that toy was the result of things. Jaina took a breath to steady herself before she lowered her arse on the rigid toy. Feeling the head of it stretch her arse and slip past her sphincter was bad enough, but as she lowered herself further, the studs dug into her flesh sensitively, though even that wasn’t the worst part. She’d trained on it before so she knew from experience that when it came time to pull off it, the sensations of the studs dragging her innards out was almost unbearable.

Yet despite this, Anduin had instructed her she needed to ‘squirt’ all over her peers to demonstrate her anal expertise. Trying to climax so fiercely naturally was an absolute lost cause. It just wasn’t an option for Jaina so she had to resort to magical means. She had cast and primed a spell through her body; it only needed a signal before it overrode her natural instincts and **** her to orgasm, regardless of what she actually felt.

At Anduin’s instruction, she triggered the spell as he extolled her. Foreign sensations ripped through her as the spell took effect. Her body grew hot and the once torturous toy suddenly became a source of intense pleasure. Unfamiliar, wicked thoughts filled Jaina’s mind as she began riding the toy faster, churning up her guts. All her humiliation and embarrassment faded away in a haze of lust as Jaina finally slammed herself down on the metal cock, taking it to the base and making the head of the toy raise a bulge up in her stomach for all to see. In that moment her womanhood sprayed impossibly with the help of magic, spritzing her assembled peers with her juices. Quiet astonishment and praise rippled around the crowd as they enjoyed shower and show they’d received.

As Jaina made a whore of herself, Anduin spoke on her behalf to the others. “As you can see, Lady Jaina can satisfy any appetite that Sylvanas can, perhaps even better with her magics. Why risk the dangers Sylvanas presents when we have our own Lady Proudmoore to satisfy us?” He then invited the noble assemblage to use her as they saw fit.

Jaina’s cheeks and ears burned as she listened to Anduin advertise her body like she was livestock, but she understood the necessity of it all. She kept herself spread open and took any and all instructions her peers gave her. Every moment the women and men who she considered her friends and equals spent spitting on her, forcing her to taste her own arse or drink their fluids tested Jaina’s resolve. But in the end, her desire to protect the Alliance won out over any selfish **** she had. As Jaina endured the endless debaucheries heaped upon her, she couldn’t believe the extent that Sylvanas had corrupted her people, but believed she could sway them back.

~

“I think that went quite well,” Anduin said. “They seemed impressed.”

Jaina laid on her side, her head in Anduin’s lap and her mouth nursing his cock absentmindedly. She was far too tired for anything more.

“They’ll abandon Sylvanas?”

Anduin nodded. “I believe so Jaina.”

Jaina sighed in relief. Her efforts and the endless humiliations had been worth it in the end.

“There’s one last holdout though; Genn. He despises Sylvanas with a passion and takes every opportunity to savage her. I doubt you’ll sway him away.”

“Savage her? Doesn’t he realize that every moment he spends with her, she only corrupts him further?”

Anduin shook his head. “I’m sorry Jaina, Genn doesn’t see it that way. He thinks he’s getting back at her for all she’s done.”

“Genn you fool,” Jaina whispered. “Isn’t there any way to convince him?”

Anduin shrugged. “You can try appealing to him, but I don’t know if you’ll succeed.”

Jaina spent a moment despairing at the news, fearing what Sylvanas would do to Genn if he spent any more time in her company before her resolve stiffened. I’ll save him, whatever it takes.

“I’ll convince him,” Jaina said firmly.

Anduin hummed and spoke. “I think I may know of a way to help actually. Genn, he may hate Sylvanas, but I see how he admires her dress and attire. Perhaps you might consider more persuasive clothing?”

“What do you propose?”

~

Jaina stared at her own reflection and barely recognized the woman in the mirror. Anduin had sent tailors to see to her and make alterations to her clothing, but now they could barely be considered that. Her breasts were bare and exposed, propped up by a corset that girdled her waist. Her knee length dress was all but gone; her hips and arse were uncovered, with a small hang of cloth covering her womanhood, and only barely at that. Most ridiculously of all, the tailors had left her shoulder and arm guards intact, as if that would help anything. Jaina thought her appearance was worse than if she wore nothing at all.

Jaina chewed on her lip nervously, worrying about what people would think when they saw for a moment before forcing those thoughts aside. Whatever it takes she reminded herself.

She plucked up the pieces of jewelry she had received and pressed them into her arse slowly. With all the time she had spent swaying Anduin and the others, the string of beads slipped in easily one after another until soon the last one with a base was firmly pressed against her skin. When the half dozen strawberry sized orbs were inside, Jaina took an experimental step and felt them jostling around inside herself strangely.

The accessory was one Sylvanas had equipped herself and her Rangers with, quickly popularizing it across Azeroth as her Dark Rangers spread throughout Alliance territory. Apparently Genn was a fan of the jewelry, so Jaina found herself needing to mimic the Banshee Queen once again. Though when Jaina heard what the banding of Sylvanas’ buttplug said, she refused to copy her to that extent. Instead, she settled on a compromise with Anduin; her own plug would read ‘For the Alliance’.

Giving herself one last look, she **** down the burning embarrassment she felt and teleported to where Anduin and Genn were waiting for her.

~ Worgen anal

Jaina soon found her duties extending. She began playing the role of mediator in disputes and was tasked with keeping the more fractious elements of the Alliance together and cooperative.

“The Alliance sends its sincerest apologies,” Jaina said to the Night Elf representatives as she bent over, offering herself. Entangling roots burst from the ground around her and ensnared her limbs, locking them in place. She found it a bit unnecessary since she was already offering herself, but then again, the Elves were a little upset.

The envoys made their displeasure known one after another as they took her arse without pause. Much later, when they had finished, Jaina lay face down on the ground, her hands spreading her arse open, allowing the Night Elves to satisfy themselves with the view of her red, raw, battered arse.

“We hope… you’ll reconsider your…position,” Jaina said between breaths.

~

Jaina found the Draenei negotiations were among the most difficult - being the largest of the Alliance races. Without the protective spells she’d woven throughout her body, she doubted she could withstand them at all. But even with them, the Draenei diplomat tested her endurance as he speared into her guts while holding her aloft by the thighs. With every thrust into her, Jaina watched her own bellow bulge worryingly as the head of the Draenei’s cock pressed against her skin from the inside. It was distracting Jaina terribly and made the trade negotiations all the harder; the all-consuming presence inside her was demolishing her train of thoughts with every stroke. What was meant to be short talks soon dragged out lengthily.

Jaina’s concentration was split between trying to further the negotiations and having to constantly cast healing spells on herself to undo the damage her body was taking – the protective spells could only do so much. The talks finally finished much later after having gone on for hours longer than scheduled. Jaina pulled herself off the Draenei wearily, her innards feeling utterly battered. She cast some cleansing spells on herself, quickly cleaning up her appearance and teleported to her own quarters where she strove to find some rest before her next meeting.