Returning the Journal
Story by ShorkScribbles on SoFurry
A quest as easy as pie, giving back an old Warlock his journal. Is it?
Kinktober Day 31: Bad End
Returning the Journal
A quest as easy as pie, giving back an old Warlock his journal. Is it?
Kinktober Day 31: Bad End
**Objective Complete: Giving back the journal
Discuss your reward with Vendris Ashenfang**
“Oh? That old journal? It has been weeks since I lost it. It doesn’t matter anymore, but thanks for bringing it back to me.”
You stand before the Worgen Enchanter. With his purple robes, it is hard to see what lies beneath him. However, his canine features are soft, with gray fur forming sideburns alongside his jowls.
His blue eyes are fixed on you.
> “What about my reward?”
“Oh! It’s true, your reward! Hum. I have little to offer but… Say, did you read what is in the journal?”
As Vendris asks, he turns around and shuffles through the shabby shop. Most shelves are dusty, and only a select few trinkets, piercings, and jewels seem to have been recently placed here.
> “I did. It was a peculiar read.”- End of the Quest
“It was?” asks the Worgen, shaking his head, bashful. “It certainly must have been. Please do not spread rumors about what was inside that journal.”
His expression shifts, with a hint of anguish as he looks at the back door.
> “What if I am curious about ‘experimenting’ your current… Research?”
“Oh? Ohhhh… Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
The Worgen’s eyes widen, and his mouth drops. But he suddenly beams, joining his hands as he struts behind you and locks the shop.
“A new friend for Master? Sure. Sure. Please come in!”
**New Quest
Follow Vendris Ashenfang**
(Optional) Enjoy the amenities
With that energy, the Worgen waddles in front of you, beckoning you to follow through the back door. At that moment, a waft of musky hot air washes over him. The smell is sulfuric in tone, but the scent of cum and other fluids is potent while you are led through the small office to a hidden door.
The passage opens onto a large cavern lit by green sconces.
“Master will be so happy to have a new friend. Lately, the number of warlocks has been low. How is the war with the Horde?”
> “The War has been over for the last three years.”
“Oh, silly me! I rarely get up to the news. I am too busy with my research. So much to do!”
With his happy gait, Vendris leads you to the first room. It is barely decorated, though chairs and sofas have been placed. And for once, you are not alone, as a few Worgens, Humans, and Dwarves, even Draeneis, are resting around in robes.
More than that, you can see a stone wall with… Swirling portals attached to it. The Fel magic you can sense from them tells you they’re the kind of magic not to meddle with. Yet, as you approach, you see that some… Demons decided to pass their genitals through the portals.
Small, green, large, red, flared, purple, stubby, black, elongated, gray. All sorts of penises are offered to you, practically like samples, though all of those share the same oddity: their precum and cum have an eerie green glow.
As soon as you approach, you see one of the nearby humans, an old Warlock, approach and latch onto one of the red stubby cock he begins to suck. There is no foreplay; it looks closer to a calf latching onto a teat, sucking and swallowing whatever is offered.
“Ah, good John. He is hungry… Well. I would be a poor host if I didn’t offer it to you. Should you are hungry, you can have a sample. We got Imps, Wrathguards, Inquisitors, Incubus, Felhunters, Doom Lord, Mo’args, even a Fel Lord requested our services!” adds Vendris, pointing to a gray massive cock with green veins.
> Taste the “sample”
As soon as you approach the presented cock, your senses are assaulted by the raw Fel stench. That cock, uncut, has a wide foreskin you must push aside to get to the prize. But as soon as your lips lock onto the award, you are rewarded with a strong and aromatic flavor. It is precum, soon to be cum, but it is sweet and salty and yet not overwhelming. The mix of flavors is unequivocal and without counterpart. It is raw, it is dense, but you find yourself swallowing the thick liquid.
“The Demon cum is the finest meal in our world. And it is perfectly adequate for lesser races like us. It prepares us for breeding!” explains Vendris, smiling beside you and waiting.
Meanwhile, you are enjoying the ‘meal’. The Fel Lord’s cock is profuse, offering you a truly hearty and fulfilling meal. Soon enough, you can even feel his precum grow thicker and his cock, hard like steel, throbs before a chunk of green-branded cum lands in your mouth, forcing you to swallow what could be any of the local Warlocks’ diet.
Objective Complete: Enjoy the amenities
You wipe your mouth without thinking and lick your cum-covered fingers before you turn to the smiling and eager Worgen.
“Please. I warned Master. He will see you right now, if you want.”
> Follow the pudgy Worgen
Like before, the Worgen guides through the tunnels. It seems to have been a lair or a laboratory. However, as you sometimes glimpse into rooms, you see something curious.
Warlocks, you assume, are bound to racks. Their bellies, swollen and marked with the Legion’s brand, are getting milked by Incubus strapping suction pods to their swollen breasts.
“It is one of my favorite rooms. Demons also need milk to get strong. We selected the strongest and most generous friends to turn into cows. Do not speak of that to the Taurens,” chuckles Vendris.
Another room has a human strapped to a table and getting gangbanged by Imps. They’re fucking his sizable nipples, his mouth, his ass. You even see two that are on either side of the Human’s head, thrusting in what… Seems to be the ears.
“Oh, the cow preparation!” cries Vendris, clapping while watching one Imp approach the human with piercings. “Whenever a cow is prepared, we use piercings to milk their mana and improve their… Perks. But we don’t want sad thoughts, so our friends are… Fixing our cow.”
Still, you hear the squelching sound from those ears being fucked, the semen being pumped right into that skull. You hear the gurgles and whenever an Imp moves, you get a glimpse of the Human’s face: rolling eyes, open mouth, and cum dripping from his every orifice.
“If you are a good friend, but not good enough, maybe you can become a cow!” says Vendris, smacking your shoulder. “But let’s go. Chop chop!”
The Worgen almost pushes you forward, making you see more rooms filled with more Mortals getting fixed and prepared. Cows for the milk, Broodmother for the spawns, Slaves that are sent through portals, and much more.
It is almost a factory you watch, guided by Vendris, until you arrive at one larger chamber.
The stench of sulfur and sex is stronger… As soon as you enter it, Vendris waddles forward while undoing his robe. Without the string that ties the robe around his shoulder, the fabric drops, revealing the Worgen whose body is covered in fel tattoos.
The shoulders have dropped, and the arms and legs have gained some fat. But that fat posterior is practically begging for attention while the Worgen waddles due to his bloated belly and sizable tits.
“Master! Master! Our new friend is here!”
“I heard, pet,” answers a Wrathguard.
Naked, exposed, the Wrathguard looks at you with glowing green eyes while he ushers the eager Worgen onto his lap. Without checking, he even strokes Vendris between the ears, earning a few ‘ruffs’ from the cursed Warlock before he leans down and begins to lick and groom his Master’s genitals.
His tongue dances between the legs, going over the flared cock that’s covered with greenish cum, probably due to having fucked the many holes around. Servants or slaves whose faces are hidden under the pillows.
**Objective Complete: Follow Vendris Ashenfang
New Objective: Hear the Legion’s proposal**
_ > _ Stay quiet and listen
“You were right, pet. Your friend is intriguing. He must have had a hand in the Legion’s downfall,” says the Wrathguard, stroking the Worgen’s nape.
Though you are evidently facing an unbound Demon, you cannot move or act. The sole thing you can do is experience the hunger while you watch the fatty Worgen gobbles the Wrathguard’s cock and gargle on it.
“But since you didn’t fight your way in, it means you want to join us. As you know, the Legion was beaten. But we are repopulating our numbers from within. I have friends all around Azeroth that are working to breed lessers like you,” explains the Wrathguard, passing a hand on the Warlock’s back to stroke… And finger it.
The constant ‘schlickschlick’ fills your ears as the Demon is enjoying giving such a display.
“If you accept and bind yourself with a contract, you will become one of my allies’ wives and work for us. Do you accept, mortal?”
> Go on all fours to approach the Wrathguard – End of the Quest.
“Good choice. There were no other options for you but to give in. Now. Worship me, and accept your fate.”
New Quest: Become the Legion’s Prime Bitch