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-Lemon Warning-
"Aaah! You're being rough! Ah!"
Jaina barely managed to get the words out between moans as Alastor held her up by her thighs while thrusting within her vigorously.
"Says the woman who's clearly enjoying it!" Alastor smirked as he deliberately began "attacking" her G-spot, making her almost squeal at the sudden, intense wave of pleasure.
"Who knew that the dignified Princess of Kul Tiras and great Archmage had such a side to her? I wonder how your admirers would feel if they saw this side of you?"
Jaina wanted to say something, but her mind was already overwhelmed by pleasure. She then yelped as she fell onto the bed, only for Alastor to grab her legs and position himself in a Pile driver position before resuming his "assault."
Despite this being far from the first time she had been intimate with him, Jaina was still surprised by how Alastor became whenever they were alone together.
She loved his kind, easygoing, and "slightly" eccentric side, but she would be lying if she said this confident and roguish side of him didn't turn her on.
Not that he was incapable of gentler lovemaking, but by the Light, she had lost count of how many times this roguish version of her soon-to-be husband had brought her to the edge again and again like an inexhaustible machine of pleasure.
On the bed also lay a naked Alleria, who was sleeping soundly and covered in sweat after enduring multiple rounds with Alastor, to the point that she had all but fallen asleep as soon as she hit the bed.
Leaving Jaina at the mercy of their "beast" of a fiancé!
"Ahn! I can't!"
Her pupils dilated as she felt herself getting close to climax once more, but this time Alastor thrust deep before reaching his own climax.
"Ah... so-so much..." Jaina managed incoherently, overwhelmed by the sensation of their shared climax.
Finally, Alastor pulled away before gently picking her up and laying her beside Alleria. Sleep and exhaustion promptly took hold of Jaina as well, and she soon drifted off, exhausted but very much sated.
-Lemony end!-
(A/N: I'm trying my best with the lemon scenes, but I might not focus on them too much. I won't hide Alastor and his lovers being "frisky" like many other stories with their MCs do, though, so I can assure you of that.)
Alastor smiled gently at the two of them before leaning down and kissing them both on the forehead.
"Sleep well, my loves."
After pulling a quilt over them, Alastor noticed that it was almost morning and quietly tiptoed into the attached bathroom to take a much-needed bath, considering he was covered in sweat and other bodily fluids.
In actuality, the bathroom would be more aptly described as a sauna or hot spring, with the tub itself being nearly the size of a pool.
Technically, this was still rather modest, as Daelin had wanted to give him a much grander residence while he was staying on Kul Tiras, only for Alastor to quickly and politely wave his father-in-law off.
Nothing but the best for the King of Azeroth.
Alastor paused for a second at that thought before entering the large tub and enjoying the feel of the warm water against his body.
"King, huh..." Alastor murmured as he leaned back against the edge and looked up at the ceiling.
If someone had told him a few years ago that he would one day become a king—and not just any king, but the undisputed ruler of Azeroth—he would have laughed like a madman before checking whether the person in question had some kind of mental illness.
Yet here he was, having been crowned King of Azeroth just yesterday.
A few things still need to be done. Then I, along with a team, can accompany C35 to the World Ring.
He sighed wistfully at how quickly things had changed in ways he had never imagined.
"Thinking too much?"
A seductive and teasing voice came from behind him as a pair of arms wrapped around his neck and he felt a luscious, nubile body against his back.
"Just lost in thought a bit," Alastor said wistfully with a smile as he enjoyed the peace, the warm water, the atmosphere, and—
Wait.
Hold up.
Something wasn't right.
He knew for a fact that Jaina and Alleria were on the bed, sleeping soundly. He would know, considering he was the one who had caused their exhaustion.
So who the hell was this!?
Alastor turned his head and saw the amused, smiling visage of Sylvanas.
He would vehemently deny that he squeaked before jumping farther into the large body of water and turning back to look at her.
"Sylvanas! What are you doing in here!?" Alastor quickly demanded, his expression flustered.
"Hmmmmmm. Very formidable indeed."
She all but purred, her half-lidded eyes deliberately focusing on a certain part of Alastor.
Alastor was a very handsome man.
Add in the fact that he was naked and wet, even a devout and prudish nun could remember that the Church did not actually forbid its members from seeking physical intimacy.
Alastor blinked before realization dawned on him, and he quickly submerged his lower half beneath the water.
"WOMAN, HAVE SOME DECENCY!" Alastor yelled while trying—and failing—to avert his eyes from the voluptuous and athletic elven woman, who wore nothing but a towel that, instead of protecting her modesty, somehow seemed to enhance her sensuality.
"No," Sylvanas replied with a smile, much to Alastor's flabbergasted expression.
"What do you mean, no!? The others were right! Beneath all that grace and pride, you elves are all perverts!"
Sadly, his words had the exact opposite effect he wanted.
Sylvanas's smirk widened.
"That we are."
"For the love of the Light! At least try to deny it or look offended!"
The poor, honorable Primarch was almost brought to tears by one elf.
"You know, for all that talk about honor and modesty, your eyes haven't left my body, have they?" Her smile widened at how Alastor froze. "Besides, you should also pay attention to others; otherwise, you're gonna offend poor Vereesa."
Sylvanas glanced toward the door.
Alastor's eyes widened as he saw Vereesa, who was standing there awkwardly, unable to maintain eye contact with him.
Thankfully, she was at least clothed.
"Alastor, I can explain!" She, in fact, could not explain and thus went with the next best thing. "She dragged me here!"
Sylvanas took the opportunity, while Alastor's attention was on Vereesa, to silently yet quickly close the distance and tackle him down into the warm body of water.
Alastor was now sitting on the tub's floor as the water reached his upper torso, while Sylvanas straddled his lap. Alastor instinctually grabbed her ass to steady her.
'Damn, that's a great ass—NOT IMPORTANT!'
Unfortunately for him, Sylvanas was not done. She gave him a seductive, half-lidded look before throwing her towel away, revealing her athletic and voluptuous body in full glory.
'Must resist big titty elf! I'M BETTER THAN THIS!' Alastor mentally yelled as Sylvanas wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her face close to his.
"Wait... WAIT! Vereesa is right there!" The last of Alastor's self-restraint desperately spoke. For a moment, he thought it worked as Sylvanas paused with a look of realization.
"You're right," Sylvanas said.Alastor thought he had succeeded...
"Vereesa, what are you waiting for?! Get out of those garments and join me already!"
...In digging his own hole deeper!
Alastor gave her a flabbergasted look, only to be more shocked when, after some internal struggle, Vereesa seemed to come to a decision. She began undressing, letting her clothes fall to the ground.
Alastor was a bit shamed to admit that he was incredibly aroused by the erotic sight of the sweet and gentle Vereesa stripping in front of him. Her shy, submissive behavior—so different from her sister's—added another layer of appeal.
It gave him both the desire to protect her, but also the urge to dominate her and make her his own in every sense of the word.
Despite being the youngest Windrunner sister, Vereesa had a figure that was in no way inferior to Alleria or Sylvanas. She entered the water and closed the distance between herself and Alastor.
Alastor felt the last vestiges of his sanity quickly slipping away in the onslaught of such sweet tortured.
"You two! What would Alleria think—"
He didn't finish, as Sylvanas kissed him deeply. He briefly entered a duel of tongues with her before she broke it.
"As if she didn't already know."
"What—"Alastor was surprised but once again didn't get to finish. This time, he was kissed by the beautiful, white-haired elf.
He instinctually reciprocated. Unlike Sylvanas, who fought him with equal passion, Vereesa was gentler. She deliberately let Alastor take the lead, which aroused him in a completely different way as he had his way making out with the pliant elf.
When they broke the kiss because Vereesa needed air, she looked at Alastor with an expression of love and devotion.
Finally, Alastor had enough. He grabbed both of them by the waist, one arm for each, and got out of the spacious pool. He laid them down on the soft rug while looming over them.
Sylvanas froze when she saw the darkened, hungry look in his purple eyes, understanding that lust had taken the front row seat.
"I swear in the name of my house that neither of you will rest until I'm done with you!"
Suffice to say, both she and Vereesa felt an excitable chill go down their spines.
"We're at your service, Your Majesty," Sylvanas purred in a sultry tone, giving him a challenging look.
"I love you," Vereesa said with a shy smile, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
And just like that, the King of Azeroth pounced on them, proceeding to have a great "battle" with two of the High Elves' finest.
A "battle" that would end up lasting for quite a while.
(A/N: No complaints! I already gave you guys a lemon and a lime. Goddamn it, writing lemons is hard.)
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The next day, Alastor was having dinner in one of the dining rooms, accompanied by Rhonin, who had finally deigned to show himself.
"You seem chipper?" Rhonin asked curiously as he ate a chicken drumstick, eyeing Alastor, who was also working his way through multiple dishes.
Unlike what Rhonin had expected, Alastor wasn't stressed or tense despite his new standing as King of Azeroth. Instead, he seemed far more at ease as he ate several dishes.
"Let's just say I had a very eventful night." Alastor said with a smirk as he downed a bowl of stew.
Rhonin more or less understood what Alastor meant.
Besides, when you took into account that Jaina and the Windrunner sisters weren't present, it didn't take a genius to put two and two together.
"Speaking of which, where were you? I barely saw you aside from when the kings and lords swore fealty to me." Alastor curiously asked Rhonin.
"Oh, I knew I wasn't needed for such things, so instead I decided to explore a bit. Went for a walk and—"
"What did you do?" Alastor paused his eating and gave him a pointed look, as if saying, I know you too well to believe that nothing happened!
"Well, I met Lady Whent and had quite an enthusiastic conversation with—"
"Please tell me you didn't sleep with Lord Whent's wife!?" Alastor gave him a shocked look, while Rhonin responded with an offended expression.
"Arda damn it, Al! What do you think I am!? I'm not so shameless that I'd go after a taken woman, especially one who clearly doesn't reciprocate my attraction."
Alastor blinked and felt a sense of pride regarding his friend. Perhaps he had really underestimated Rhonin's sense of—
"By Lady Whent, I meant Lord Whent's mother!" Rhonin clarified with a proud look. "Great woman, and apparently she's quite the screamer too."
And just like that, whatever pride Alastor had felt went down the drain faster than the speed of light as he gave Rhonin an annoyed look.
"You slept with a noble lord's mother!?"
"She's a widow, though."
"THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT BETTER, YOU FUCKING HORNDOG! You don't go after someone's mother!"
"One word: Isha." Rhonin gave him a skeptical look as he said that, causing Alastor to fall silent.
"Ahem! How does she have anything to do with this?" Alastor asked, averting his eyes.
"She doesn't? Al, you saved and accompanied an imprisoned Goddess for who knows how long. Said Goddess is also considered the Elven Divine Mother. You really don't think it's that hard to get a measure of what would happen, right?"
Rhonin grinned and held up his goblet.
"To the King of Azeroth and his endless hunger!"
Alastor froze, truth be told after everything that happened with his love life he was marginally more aware of intimate feelings, he would lie if he didn't say he didn't notice Isha's look which in fact looked a tad bit more intimate for a friend and dear companion.
Either Gods had a whole different way to show appreciation or--Oh god...
"No, no... NO! I'M NOT A PERVERTED DEVIANT!" Alastor's eyes widened as he held his head and even began pulling at his hair.
Rhonin's subtle gaslighting and reflection worked beautifully, as Alastor became more preoccupied with having a mental breakdown while trying to convince himself that he wasn't a pervert.
But just then, a soldier entered the chamber and knelt before Alastor.
"Your Majesty, I bring urgent news from your brother, King Varian of Stormwind."
Alastor glanced at him and was somewhat relieved by the interruption. At least this way, he could put an end to the thoughts about his own virility and focus on more important matters.
Rhonin didn't say anything, as he'd already had his fun, and proceeded to enjoy his wine.
Seeing Alastor's nod, the man began relaying the news.
"Your Majesty, there has been a situation at Stormwind Castle, more specifically involving Lady Taria—"
Rhonin choked on his wine, and Alastor closed the distance with such speed that it seemed more like teleportation. He stood in front of the startled man with a look that many daemons, mutants, and cultists had come to fear.
"Tell me..." Alastor's tone was so cold it could have frozen entire glaciers.
"What happened to my mother?"
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