Commander Pinter Ch. 08

"Pinter," the voice whispered again.

She paused. It was familiar somehow, but it couldn't be. She must be imagining things in this new prison. Pinter rolled onto her knees, resuming her original crouch, her face and neck dripping with her own cum, and she put her mouth on her cock one more time, sucking and stroking into a renewed frenzy.

"Pinter, you have to stop."

Pinter opened her eyes, and she did stop. She knew that voice. Pinter sat up straight, licking the fresh semen from her lips

"Kerrak?"

"Follow my voice, Pinter."

"Where are you?" Pinter asked. She sat up, looking around the empty room.

"Follow my voice," Kerrak said, "and come to me."

"What are you doing here?"

Silence was the only answer. Pinter wobbled to her feet and worked the feeling back into her jelly knees. She finally realized that she was caked in semen, and she grimaced a little as she wiped her neck with her hand. Nothing to do about it now. She would clean herself up later, and deal with this cock when she had a chance. Maybe Khadgar had a remedy. At least it was starting to go flaccid.

"Stop wasting time, Pinter."

"Where are you?" Pinter asked.

"Get out of the room," Kerrak said. "They'll be coming for you."

Pinter headed for the door. She was still naked, but this would have to do. She would hide as she needed.

The heavy double doors creaked as she parted them. Pinter poked her head in the hall and found it empty. She closed the doors behind her with a cavernous thud that echoed up and down the hall. She squeezed her eyes shut and grit her teeth in frustration, but when she looked she found the hallway to be nothing but black haze.

Everything had gone gaseous, misty, as if she had slipped between the fabric of corporeal and the nether. A gentle hiss followed Pinter wherever she walked, not quite in this world but not quite in the void behind what we see. The hallway still existed. Everything was where it should be, but Pinter wasn't.

Three Draenei shapes rushed through her, not knocking her over but moving straight through her as if she were made of air. The Draenei continued up the hall without even turning back to notice her.

Pinter stopped dead and stared at the Draenei as they ran away.

"They can't see you," Kerrak said. "No one can."

"Where am I?"

"It's Auchindoun," Kerrak said. "Follow my voice, Pinter. We need you."

Pinter ran. That was all she needed to hear. Pinter ran on feet that seemed to carry her like the wind of a storm, like the rushing gusts of Frostfire Ridge at the height of a biting blizzard. She flew past the three Draenei, and she entered a hallway that was filled with bodies. Pinter slowed, realizing she was looking at the Defenders who had guarded the halls of Auchindoun when she and the others had arrived. They were all dead now. Either they were victims of a grave betrayal at the hands of the Burning Legion, or they had all been in on whatever treachery Soubinder Nyamii was weaving and had paid the ultimate price. Either way, Pinter didn't see Mandala or the others among the dead. She didn't see Kerrak, either. If there was no body, nobody was dead. Pinter picked up her pace and flew like a gale burst.

"Go to the sanctum," Kerrak said.

Pinter seemed to know the way. She ran down a long, winding staircase, deep into the heart of Auchindoun. She ran past the hulking corpse of a demon the size of a Gnomish siege engine, and she found herself on the edge of a platform overlooking a deep pit. Discs floated in the air, just past the platform.

"Jump, Pinter," Kerrak said. "You can make it."

Pinter backed up a few steps, but she didn't need to. She flew with ease, like a bird, and she landed perfectly on the nearest disc that took off with her weight. Pinter stood still as the disc carried her deep into the pit, everything still hazy and misty as she plummeted further and further down past more platforms where what looked like dead Orcs lay with dead demon minions. So the Shadowmoon had indeed infiltrated Auchindoun. Khadgar's fears were correct.

The disc slowed its descent and finally came to a rest against another platform, this one wide and oval shaped. Pinter jumped off, and she ducked a flying projectile that shot at her from the gaseous in-between.

She looked up and realized it hadn't been meant for her, but rather for a shadow that darted back and forth in front of her. As she looked, Pinter made out a pair of ears that rose straight and tall from the humanoid's head. A calm voice with a thick Blood Elf accent spoke.

"If she's going to show up she better do it now!" the Blood Elf said.

"She's here," Kerrak said.

Pinter saw her. Or she thought she did. She wasn't sure what she saw or what was happening. But the shape of a tall Orc woman stood twenty yards to Pinter's left, surrounded by an array of totems at her feet. The Orc held one hand up in the air and then pointed forward to what had to be a Tauren with long bull horns and a two-handed axe. The Tauren swung back and forth at another shape, a bulky Orc who had the long, curved horns of a ram on either side of his head. The Orc ducked the Tauren's attacks and then pushed him back with just a flick of his hand.

The Tauren slid to the edge of the platform and caught himself on the railing with his axe handle, saving himself from falling over.

A Pandaren male cowered on the opposite edge of the platform from Pinter. The body of a Goblin lay at her feet.

"Do something!" the Blood Elf shouted, ducking and rolling as a hail of flames showered in his wake.

"Pinter, now!" Kerrak called out.

"What do I do?" Pinter asked.

"Charge him!" Kerrak shouted. "He's defenseless to you!"

"Who is he?" Pinter asked.

"Just go!"

A bolt of some arcane energy shot from the demonized Orc, racing towards what Pinter thought was Kerrak. The shaman ducked easily, but her totems vanished. She and her companions were vulnerable.

Pinter charged. Her feet propelled her like a Frostsabre's legs, and she was on the demon Orc in moments.

He truly wasn't ready. He had no idea anyone else was present, crying out surprised as Pinter punched him clean across the face, sending the Orc spinning with a spray of blood from his mouth made misty and black to Pinter's eyes. The Orc fell on his stomach and turned over on his hands.

Pinter kicked him square in the face. One of his horns flew free. The other shattered from the impact. The Orc uttered a low and painful groan. Pinter's blood rose in fury, and she kicked him again and again. He wouldn't be getting back up.

"Out of my way, whoever you are."

Pinter stopped her attack and saw the Tauren warrior back from edge, his axe ready in both hands and raising high in the air. She stepped away, and the Tauren loomed over the helpless Orc.

The Orc held up his hands in a final plea. "I can give you..."

The Tauren chopped him in half with a single stroke. The Orc's hands went rigid, and then fell limp. "Shut up," the Tauren said.

Pinter looked around the platform. All was black and hazy, but she saw enough. The Pandaren found his feet slowly, coming to grips with the fact that he had survived. The Orc woman who had to be Kerrak walked to the fallen Goblin and laid her hands on his forehead. There was a flash of light in the darkness, and the Goblin stirred. "Welcome back," Kerrak said.

"I've truly never seen anything like this," the Blood Elf said, considering Pinter with his hands on his hips. He was nothing but a blur to Pinter, and she knew that she must look equally alien and distorted in return. The Blood Elf laughed, and he shook his head bewildered. "Thank you," he said. "Whoever you are."

"You're welcome," Pinter said.

"They can't hear you," Kerrak said, standing up from the Goblin. "And you don't have long. You'll be with your friends shortly."

"No!" Pinter said. She ran across the platform to Kerrak, but she stopped dead as if snagged by a rope.

"I'm sorry, Pinter," Kerrak said. "But thank you. Thank you for saving us."

"No, Kerrak!" Pinter pleaded. "You can't go. I love you!"

But the world vanished. All went black.

* * *

"Pinter?"

Mandala's voice echoed in the darkness.

"Pinter? Come back."

Light crept through the periphery of Pinter's vision and her eyelids slowly fluttered open. Two blue spotlights shined in front of her, and Pinter focused on them, drawing herself to them, and as she fully opened her eyes she gazed upon the face of Mandala who smiled in relief.

"Pinter!" Mandala exclaimed as she embraced her.

"What happened?" Pinter asked, touching Mandala's arms but trying to break loose. "How long was I gone?"

"You were unconscious for a few minutes," Voren said as he knelt beside her. "You missed most of the excitement."

Mandala finally let Pinter go. "Unconscious?" Pinter asked. "You mean...I was here?"

"Where else would you have been?" Balthus asked. The Draenei priest put his hand on Pinter's head, sending a soft glow throughout her body.

The rejuvenation spread, and her mind opened up. She ran her hand down her belly, down to her crotch. Everything was back to normal. No cock. Just her vagina. Had she really been here the whole time? Was all of that a dream?

"Nyamii locked us in this room after she knocked you out," Fitzlenoob said. "And she vanished. We thought you were dead because you had no vitals."

"But Mandala wouldn't give up on you," Voren said. "She was by your side the whole time. The rest of us had a look, though."

"A look?" Pinter asked.

Balthus pointed to a window on the floor across the room. "There were Horde," he said. "Five of them, and they fought a fel-Orc down in the depths of Auchindoun."

"It looked like they were done for, but then suddenly," Voren said, and he stopped to collect his thoughts. They still escaped him. "I can't explain it. He just fell down, and they killed him."

"And when he died this entire place brightened," Fittzlenoob said. "It was like he was the source of all the darkness. And the doors flew open by themselves."

They were indeed ajar. Pinter stood and walked to the window. Far down, just as they said, was the platform where she had joined Kerrak and the other shadows. There was the shattered body of the fel-Orc, two clean halves as the Tauren had made. There was no sign of the Horde adventurers.

Mandala joined Pinter and touched the small of her back. "Are you okay?" Mandala asked.

Pinter smiled weakly and put her arm around Mandala. "Yeah," Pinter said. "It's remarkable."

Mandala nodded. Pinter knew she wouldn't prod. She picked up her bow and started walking for the door.

"Where are you going?" Balthus asked.

"Nyamii still lives?" Pinter said. "Then we kill her."

The others paused for a moment, but they followed Pinter out of the room.

They found Soulbinder Nyamii trying to rip a key chain from the belt of a dead Draenei acolyte. She cursed in loud frustration, and when she noticed the shadows surrounding her she looked up in surrender.

"What do you say for yourself, traitor?" Mandala asked. Her sword rested beneath Nyamii's chin.

Nyamii grinned. "I say," she said, "you are lucky I lost all my power."

Mandala flicked her wrist. Nyamii bled out in seconds.

* * *

Pinter planted her head in front of the pillows. Her hands raced underneath and pulled mightily on the edge of the bed, and she cried out with spastic moans as the orgasm rocked her body. The cock kept pumping into her as her pussy clenched around it, as her knees buckled with the force of the fuck, and finally the thrusts broke down. He pumped one more time as deep inside as he could push, and he groaned loudly. He pulled out, and a pool of hot cum dribbled onto Pinter's back.

Pinter caught her breath and lowered her ass. She breathed in the fresh scent of the bed sheets, and she looked out the window of her room in the Talbuk where the sky was full of nighttime stars.

Voren lay down next to her, his arm draped over Pinter's shoulders, and he kissed the nape of her neck.

Pinter slid from his embrace and put her feet on the floor, sitting up, spotting her pile of clothes. "You can sleep here tonight if you want," Pinter said.

"Are you going?" Voren asked, rolling his naked Night Elf body on his side, revealing the toned muscles that Pinter had caressed and kissed just minutes ago.

"Just a walk," Pinter said. "Don't follow me."

"Okay," Voren said with some confusion, but he didn't stop Pinter as she cleaned up, dressed, and left.

She was whole again. She was Pinter, and she was grounded in reality. As she passed Mandala's door she heard two sets of moans, one a Dwarf male, the other Mandala just as she started to come. Pinter went straight for Voren when they got home. Mandala didn't bat an eye. She valued the understanding they had. Mandala knew something inside Pinter was amiss, and she would let Pinter work it out on her own, however she needed to. And they would probably share a bed tomorrow night anyway. Tonight, though, Pinter needed to return to herself, and so Mandala let her have her space. She hadn't slept with a Dwarven defender in weeks, anyway, so she was overdue. Pinter needed a man tonight, and Voren was willing. She was back. She was home. But she was miles away.

Pinter walked through her garrison as night rested calm and comforting over Shadowmoon Valley. Her mind raced. What had happened earlier, her transformation, the creature, her own weakness - it was all a dream. But Kerrak had been there. How had she found her? How did she know? Some weakness inside of Pinter, some desire that Nyamii had discovered and exploited. She was a prisoner to herself, to her love for Kerrak. To her desire. And yet Kerrak was the one who had saved her, and only out of sheer chance had she been there to break the enchantment. And Kerrak had needed saving, herself!

Pinter stopped trying to understand everything and walked past her herb garden. She smiled at Fiona, and the Worgen gardener raised her ears and grinned back. Pinter walked past the opening of her mineshaft, and she went to the watch tower overlooking the coast.

"Commander, ma'am," the Dwarf sentry said with a salute.

Pinter returned the gesture. "Can you leave me a minute?" she asked. "I just want to smell the ocean."

"Yes, ma'am," the sentry said, and Pinter leaned on the railing.

The waves crashed gently on the rocks down below. Overhead, the enormous moon of Draenor hanged low, almost close enough to reach up and touch, to pluck from the sky, set in a ring, and give to some beloved. Kerrak had been so close! But now hundreds of miles separated them once again. Hundreds of miles and gods new how many Horde sentries who would have Pinter's head on a stick if she set foot in their territory. Pinter ran her hand over her head and listened to the waves crashing on the rocks. She thanked whatever deity saw fit to let chance work out the way it had. She prayed that the gravity that ran just below the surface of things was already working to bring herself and Kerrak together again, sometime when the time was right. She wished for the chance to touch her cheek, to hold her close, to listen to the Orc's heartbeat as they fell asleep. And she tossed a gold coin down to the surf as thanks to have her vagina back.

She went to the stairwell and nodded at the Dwarf who returned to his post. As Pinter walked back to the Town Hall, two gryphons descended from the sky. She saw Jarvus and Anna, freshly returned from their scouting mission in Spires of Arak.

"Pinter," Anna said as Jarvus helped the flight master leash the gryphons back to their post. "You're not going to believe who we found."