Who a King Must Do Ch. 14

"Unhand me you scoundrels!" the infiltrator had quite the nerve to make demands. Then again, this particular mage was known to have a bit of an attitude.

Aclysia disdainfully swiped as much as she could of the muddy swampwater of her clothes. Her earlier impact had made quite the mess. Where it touched her demonic markings, the green fel energy evaporated it, but crumbs of dirt were still left behind. "My compliments, Valtrois, not even I managed to see through that spell. Clever to use the likeness of your aura to that of a night elves to your advantage."

"I had to strip for this," she complained, glancing at the ogling men around. "What a shame for all of you that you will never again see something as perfect as this body."

"Is that a threat?" Anduin wondered.

"A statement of fact," the arcanist nodded at her own body. "Look at me and say I am wrong."

He could, she was doubtlessly gorgeous but that 'only' put her at the same level as the girls he had back home and the demon hunter next to him. "So, the Horde sent you?" Anduin asked the obvious question instead.

"Why would I tell you?" Valtrois returned the usual counter-question.

Xal'atath, hovering above the muck despite being unable to become dirtied by it in the first place, chuckled. "A feisty one, how about you just fuck the answers out of her?" she suggested. "A little bit of your cock and she will be singing." Anduin was visibly displeased at the prospect. "Oh, please," the blade sounded a little bit irritated, "It's not rape when they enjoy it and it wouldn't be the first time you did it. Vanessa seems much happier for the change, doesn't she?"

The ancient blade had a point. However, Anduin still refused. With Vanessa, he had no other choice. It was either breaking her or killing her, everything else would have led to continued terrorizing of Westfall and a probable famine. Valtrois was just a caught spy today.

"You don't need to," the High King said and dismissed the living dagger in his hand into the void. Xal'atath hissed as the change of planes unravelled her spell as well. The tentacles retracted into the portals, but not before Anduin smoothly caught the arcanist and placed her on her feet. He opened the cape of his monk's robe and then threw it over Valtrois. "Here, there is no need for you to stand in shame."

"There is not a bit of shame inside me for this body," the nightborne stated, but slipped inside the brown cloth nonetheless. It would be helpful to fend off the mosquitoes that frequented the air around these parts, although they stayed away from Anduin. It seemed his blood was much too holy for these parasites to even consider feeding upon. "Since you are already being this nice to me, might as well tell me why you have an army on Zandalar ground."

Without his robe, Anduin was only in a light, sleeveless shirt leather pants. The humidity turned the former into a form-fitting top that showed off every single on of his torsos defined muscles. Between that and the cock-bump in his pants, the arcanist was incredibly impressed at what she saw.

'Boy king, they said,' she thought, unconsciously biting her lower lips as she stared, 'more like hunk of man-meat. No wonder the night elves agreed to becoming slaves.' Then she registered he had said something. "I am sorry, what was that?" she asked, unable to hear over the sound of blood flowing from her brain to her clitoris. Couldn't have been that important, probably just a 'No, I won't tell you.'

"We are going to slay G'huun," Anduin repeated, his back straight and his voice completely serious.

Valtrois couldn't hold back the disbelieving laughter. Then she had a look around at the heavily elite people around her and then she realized that he was completely serious. There was absolutely no reason to be in Nazmir with that kind of force aside from what he had just said. No resources of value were produced around here to raid and even the desert of Vol'dun would have made for a better place to establish a beachhead at. Her laughter ceased, "You are going to slay an Old God?"

'So the Horde knows what lies here,' Anduin noticed that she immediately knew what it was they were going to fight. "That is correct."

"Why? The Horde is your enemy, this thorn in our side can only be to your advantage," Valtrois observed.

"It is the right thing to do," Anduin simple stated. "You can hurry back and tell your dishonourable Warchief that she can try to end this war when we come battered and bruised from saving this world from rot and pestilence. If I take care of her, I will remove two threats of the same kind in the same day." The High King couldn't hide his disdain for Sylvanas, her sins were stacked too high.

"You will... just let me go?" Valtrois asked and as his answer, Anduin simply turned away.

"As far as I am concerned, you were never here," he let her know before his blue eyes lost sight of her. His surprisingly broad back slowly became smaller. The guards and adventurers soon followed after him. Brann hurried after him when he realized that only the High King's presence prevented the flying insects to look at his hanging cock as their next meal. That and he had at least three more loads he could put inside that cumbucket of a knife-eared wood-lover.

It was only her and Aclysia at that point. The demon hunter stepped close, way too close for the arcanists comfort. The two of them had dealt with each other before during the Nightfallen rebellion, back then the fellow white-hair had always been diligent and orderly. Now she seemed downright menacing, the darkness seemingly thickening between her, leaving the green of her marks and eyes to gleam that bit more. "Betray our position before we are done here and I will have your head mounted on the Felhammer."

That was as direct a threat as they came. Valtrois raised her hands as she curved away from the smaller woman. "Now, now, there is no need to be that concerned," the arcanist assured, "travelling through the bog takes a long time...," she took a deep breathe in, the manly scent sticking to the robe entering her nose, "...and I am sure I will be delayed. That aside, this will only be a footnote on my very lengthy report to Baine." Her mission had been to observe the blood trolls and the so-called Underrot. Stumbling over this Alliance camp had been more of an accident. "This won't reach the Warchief for a long time."

"Good," Aclysia said and as she relaxed, so did the darkness around her dissipate. The winding green on her body grew dull, little more than a tattoo in appearance. "We'll see each other." Valtrois couldn't help but look at the demon hunter's perfect ass in leather as she walked away gracefully through the sticky swamp.

'Definitely masturbating in whatever place I can find in this rotten swamp that's not too rotten or swampy,' Valtrois thought as she set-out south, not even considering fetching her actual clothes from where she had stashed them. After a few steps she wondered if she ever saw such protectionist behaviour from Aclysia. She couldn't remember and, in full intend to flatter herself, her memory was pretty much perfect. No mission had ever had the demon hunter that worked up.

Another breath of the High King's musk and her wet pussy told her exactly what the difference between then and now was.