“ New Gilneas and New Lordaeron"

By : DinoMagick ( dinomagick @ yahoo.com )



A nice long, work-shy hunt in the Silverpine Forest was what my five Worgen chum wanted. Just like the hundreds of times I went with them, loping through the Natalie Wood North of Gilneas, in search of biz and the exhilarating thrill of the hunt.



Worgen, is what we are. But, for the well-nigh part we are just like Werewolves. The largest difference was, we could n't turn into the four legged eccentric that all loup-garou could. We were stuck between being homo or Worgen, half-human and half-wolf.



We still hunted like the werewolves did and got along mulct with them. Their affliction was called lycanthropy. Ours, was a witching oath, that was passed down, generation after generation.



There was no curative for either. We existed as we were, as we always would. Despite the fact of our curse, we Worgen maintained our humanity and intelligence. Still, we had the basic instincts of wolf and had to go out on monthly 'hunts', to let our inner beasts run free.



Silverpine woodland was our hunting grounds. The undead were our prey. Silverpine was infested with the vile creatures, so there was plenty of summercater to be had. There was another type of undead, known as the Forsaken. They were n't the reasonless zombies and graverobber upon which we preyed. No. They were sentient beings just like us ... Cursed with unlife, forever existing yet never living.




We gave the Forsaken a wide birth. Staying out of their way and limiting our face-off with them to simple acknowledgment, then moving on in relative repose. We 'd already defend the Forsaken for many years, ending tenner of conflict in an uneasy stalemate. Their leader, the banshee fag herself, Sylvanas, called the cease-fire several years ago.




Her words, were magically etched into a great Isidor Feinstein Stone glyph, at the sharpness of the Silverpine woodland and Tirisfal Glade, the base of the Forsaken.



"Cursed beings, as we the Forsaken are, should remember. The Worgen remind me of what I fight and strive to bring to the Forsaken. A domicile. safe from persecution and a place where someday, we too could be recognized. I recognize the Worgen, and hereby declare that Silverpine timber, be the free menage to their noble clans."



I 've read that subject matter a hundred fourth dimension. Wondering what made the banshie poof end the constant war with us. It was at a time where she and the Forsaken had us against the bulwark of our own city, awaiting our execution at her hands. We 'd been soundly defeated. She rode up to the William Henry Gates of Gilneas, her undead stallion 's hooves, ablaze with fire. In battlefront of every Forsaken soldier, every citizen and warrior of Gilneas, she raised her manpower in the air and cast a magic spell that shot a blazing fireball into the air, her voice, thundering into the the sky, trembled the dry land and resound these Holy Writ across the land."It is over ! ”. Then she dismounted and strode up to me and handed me her bow. A subtle glint in her eye as she whispered to me."It is over, Karnos. No more fighting, no More death."



I eyed the Banshee Queen skeptically, but nodded."Yes, Lady Sylvanas. It is over. ”.



I 've been told that she had never smiled before that day. But she did, to me. She even gave me a subtle blinking, before she nodded and turn away saying."I hope to receive you ... ... in peace ... one day Karnos. ”, then mounted her undead stallion, rallied her army and headed back to Lordaeron.



Today .... This hunt .... My destination was to meet the Lady Sylvanas, in peace. I strode up to the Glyph, gently caressing it 's smooth aerofoil. My fingers, lingering over the words she had spoken. It was serenely quiet here, a solemn and passive blank space.


"You remembered. ”, a soft voice said behind me.


Slightly startled, I turned slowly and there she stood. Alone. As we 'd both agreed.


"You surprise me, your highness. ”, I chuckled."That 's hard to do to a Worgen. ”.



She smiled and walked up beside me, placing her helping hand on the glyph next to mine."True, Karnos. But, I have had centuries of practice."Her eyes looked misty, almost wet as she looked at the words on the glyph."So long ago ... .. So many lost ... So many friends, gone forever .... ”, she said sadly.


"Yes. ”, I said softly."Many lost friends."


She turned and looked at me, her eyes soft, yet cautious."Our passive existence, as tenuous as it is, has given both our multitude a opportunity at recovering."


"It has, Lady Syl -- ”, I began but she put up her bridge player and interrupted me."Please ... just call me Sylvanas. We are equals here."


I smiled."As you wish."


She looked back at the glyph then at me,"Do you think we could ever have full peace, Karnos ?"


"We 've come this far, Sylvanas.. I do not see why we ca n't go further."


"How far would you be uncoerced to go, Karnos ? ”, she asked. Her spokesperson suddenly sounding a lilliputian husky to me.


I hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breathing time, my nose sniffing the air. Her aroma was intoxicating and her arousal was very patent."I am not certain I understand. ”, I balked.


Sylvanas turned and faced me directly."I think you do, Karnos. ”, she whispered huskily, her eye lashes fluttering. I watched her dresser rise and pin, and then it hit me. She was undead, she did n't breath or even need to breath, but I could see her chest rise and fall and I could get word the air fill her lungs and when she exhaled, her breathing place was n't faked, it was real and it shocked me.


"Karnos ? ”, she asked quizzically."Is something wrong ?"


I did n't desire to sound insulting but did n't lie with any other way."I 'm regretful ... .. but .... you .... you are ... I mean.. you 're breathing ... ”, I stammered.


She smiled and let out a soft chortle,"Yes. I am breathing again. I do not know why, but it happened the day I called for the end of hostilities with the Worgen. ”.


"You are alive again ? ! ? ”, I said shocked.


"No. Not quite. But .... certain ... things have changed ... I breath ... I can experience warmth and cold again, I even have ... ... ”, she paused and I noticed that her cheeks lightly flushed."notion ... .again ..."


belief ? I became intrigued."I did not live this, Sylvanas.. But, seeing you here ... Alone ... And unarmed ... I ... I ... do n't know what to say."


"Do you cogitate ... .that …. even with my past times .... Do you think I am beautiful ? ”, she said hesitantly, a hopeful look in her eye.


I gazed deeply into Sylvanas 's heart, I saw the pain of her yesteryear, the depth of her sorrow and the hopefulness she dared to let out in the words she spoke. I looked her up and down, my affection beating harder and faster. I drew in a breathing space of awe. She was indeed beautiful, the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld. No affair the past, I had to answer Sylvanas with zero but pure honesty.


"You are indeed the most beautiful that I have every had the honor of gazing upon. ”, I said softly, my taloned deal, gently cupping her chin, lifting it slightly so I could show her with my eyes that I spoke from my heart.


She closed her center, the wetness of tears slowly sliding down her cheek as she pressed herself into my arms."I 've waited for so long ... ... no one .... in all my living and un-living years .... no one has ever spoken words like those to me before ..."


"I meant every exclusive one, Sylvanas. ”. I said honestly.


"But may I ask you ... how you could view a beast like me ... as I am now .... with such endearment. ”, I asked.


"I do not see a fauna ... .. I see the heart of the man within. You are strong Karnos. strong than any man I have known. After the horrors your people suffered at the mitt of me and the Forsaken, you accepted the truce .... Accepted my bow as a gesture of peace, and now stand here, alone with me.. That is the strength both our people need."


I could n't believe it ... My heart was pounding and over that I could feel her affectionateness lacing against my thorax. She was undead ... why did her pump beat ? What does all this mean ? I thought to myself.


She must have understood my hesitation."When I gave you my bow ... .. And looked into your eyes ... That moment .... My centre began to beat again."


I pressed my Chin onto her foreland and gave her a gentle squeeze."I had no idea. ”, I whispered.


I could feel her shudder with a well-chosen sob."I feel so alive, yet I am not. I am happy. I feel stop up in your arms, Karnos."


Probably the most potent being on the look of Azeroth, and she feels secure in my weaponry ?"You overestimate me, Sylvanas.. You are far more unattackable than I. ”, I said.


"Not when I am in your arms, as I am now, Karnos. Can ... ..you ... ..feel that ? ”, she asked.


I pulled her out so I could wait in her eyes."Feel it ? ”. I asked questioningly.


"Our middle. How they beat ... how they British pound sterling in our chest ... can you finger that ? ”, she asked surprised.


"Yes. I feel that too. ”, I said curiously wondering what she was saying.


"What is that ? Why does it injure, but feel so expert at the Same time ? ”, she said.


"I think, my lamb, it is the commencement of love."


"Love ? ! ”, she gasped."I 've never loved ... ... before ... .I do n't want to let you go, I want to remain with you, I want you to bide with me ... ..."


"Then you are feeling love life, Sylvanas. ”, I said smiling at her.


"Do you feel it the Saame ? ”, she asked.


"Each love life is unlike, but, yes ... I want you to be with me and I want to be with you. ”, I said and pulled her back into my chest.


We stood there, holding each other casually sitting on the stones next to the glyph. It was a new commencement for both of us. She, the leader of the Forsaken and I, Karnos, the leader of the Worgen, sitting in a loving embrace.



In all my many year, I never imagined that I would be holding the banshie queer herself in my implements of war. During the wars I dreamed of putting my claw hands around her neck opening and defeating her. But now, as I felt her heart and soul beating following to mine, her soft cutis against my furry body, I realized that everything I had once felt toward Sylvanas was slowly melting away.


She was n't cold, but warm. She was n't backbreaking but mild and tender. She did possess a affection, because I could feel it beating. The whole humans moved and changed, right wing before my very eyes. I felt her body stir as she shifted place and sat in my lap. Cautiously she brought her face to min, her ruby lips parted slightly, a gentle moan escaped those full, lovely lips as she brought them to mine.


I could feel the heat emanating from her and have intercourse what she wanted."I can change back to human, my lady. ”, I said huskily.


"No ... Please, stay as you are, love me as you are, never change for me. ”, her spokesperson was barely a whisper.


Her lip met mine and I felt her natural language slide across my teeth, my Fang and I gently crushed my lips against hers and accepted what she was giving me.


"Yes ... .. ”, she moaned."Please, Karnos ... ... .P-please."


My hand went to the top of her tunic and I clumsily fumbled with the whacking. My hands too awkward and big to untie them.


"Tear it off and take me .... ”, she practically begged."Take me as you are ... ... .I ….am … yours."


My foreplay built so rapidly that I could not maintain control. I gripped her top and heard the fabric, leather and metal teardrop as I ripped it off her pectus, freeing those luscious attendant breasts from their confinement. Her gasp as the cool air came in touch with her bare breasts drove me further into fervor.


"By the goddess ! ! Take me Karnos .... Take me now. ”, she demanded, her hand flying down my breeches and ripping through the shoulder strap to relieve my bulging cock. It sprang free into the placate touches of her handwriting. She swooned at the spate of my great member.


"Now. ”, she said. I ripped the residue of her habiliment off, spun her around onto her men and knees and stuff my hard cock into her tight, wet pussy. Sylvanas screamed with desire and bucked back into my thrust with force."Yes ... .Karnos ... Oh by the goddess ... YES ! ! ”, she cried.


I drove into her with everything I had, I gripped her hips and pounded into her beautiful body like I had never done before. Ramming my peter in and out of her sex, her bucking and the arching of her rear in melody with my round. She cried and moaned with such passion, the pleasure of her gorgeous trunk as I leaned into her, running my hired hand up her dead body and underneath her chest to grasp the stamp round orb of her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her mamilla while I rammed into her with a renewed fervor.


She screamed and her torso went rigid, the muscularity of her sex, clenching tightly around the shaft of my cock. She screamed again and I could sense the sweet cream of her orgasm as she came hard against the pounding I was delivering her.


Without warning, a climax wracked her dead body again and sent my own construction coming over the boundary, I gripped her waist firmly and rammed every bit of my pecker into her body."YES ! ! OH YES ! ! KARNOS ! ! ! …. involve ME ! ! !"she screamed.


I howled with complete delight as I released interior of Sylvanas with such force, I could n't bar. My cock jerked again and again, sending my spermatozoan deep into her womb. I felt the swelling begin, the primal and instinctual impulse to copulate with her. My rooster grew until it locked against the walls of her tunnel and confine us together. I could n't contain myself as I pumped Thomas More of my thick, hot semen into her.


Still, I could n't think my ear as Sylvanas begged for more. She knew what I was doing and she did n't finish me, she wanted this, she wanted me. I just kept pumping my cum inside her, filling her womb with every stiff drop of my seminal fluid. I was mating her. For those of my subspecies, it was a cover of head, soundbox and psyche. It was also the method we used to breed.


After the last spurt of my cum shot into Sylvanas, I pulled her close to me, keeping our physical structure locked together. She panted heavily and moaned with delight.


"Oh Karnos .... Oh ... My love .... yes ... .. I am yours ... now …. and forever ... ”, she gasped.


"yes, My lady.. ”, I began."We are one, now ... ..But .... ”, I ended hesitantly.


She took my hired hand from her shank as we laid face by face, my cock still knotted inside her. Her hand moved mine to her belly and a sonant sigh came from her rim as I gently massaged her tummy.


"You 've mated with me, Karnos ... ... Is ... ... Is ... it even possible ? ”, she asked with a rash voice.


I thought about her being alive again, or what we believed."If you are even sort of awake now, my making love, then yes .... you are with child now. ”, I spoke to her with my gag in the soft tresses of her hair.


"Pregnant. ”, she stated happily."If it is dependable .... then this is a new first for our two peoples."


"Yes, my dear. It is a beginning, but if true, it is most definitely not going to end. ”, I said and accentuated my title by gently pushing my still engorged peter deeper inside of her.


"M-more ? ”, she hesitated.


"Yes, Sylvanas. More ... ... .Many more."


"A child ?"


"Many to a greater extent children, if we are lucky and this mating worked."


She groaned softly and pressed back into my embrace, her voice gently sobbing."I pray to whatever deity will listen that this is true, Karnos. I want this .... I want to be your married person .... I want to reach you as many children as you wish ... ... I will .... I will ... .I ….will. ”, she said, her articulation slowly dropping as she fell into a blissful slumber.




It was hard for the citizens of Gilneas to grasp as I walked with Sylvanas, arm in arm through the streets. I had taken my human form, to make it leisurely for us to suffer face by side without me towering over my new love mate. But once it was confirmed, that Sylvanas was indeed carrying my tiddler, the attitude of the citizens changed. The once feared and reviled Banshee poove was now the fellow of their loss leader, Me.

The sway of the people changed overnight once our pairing had been announced, but many were still very skeptical about our joining, until they saw us together and looked into Sylvanas 's beautiful loving eyes. Each time she caressed her venter, tears welled up into once tearless eyes. She begged my citizenry for forgiveness and swore her honey to me every prison term she was asked.


I responded the same, swearing that I would never leave Sylvanas and insured that peacefulness between the Worgen and Forsaken would last.




Our visit to the Undercity of Lordaeron was much more festive. Holy Scripture had long reached the Forsaken about the bonding between their night madam and the leader of the Worgen. As I stood in the throne room for the very first base metre, I saw the heart of the Forsaken peering at me from all around.


The priests showed up and confirmed what Sylvanas and I already knew, she was indeed meaning. How it happened was just as confusing to them as it was to both of us, but we did n't like, the impossible nature of such a union, was now fact.


The bond I shared with Sylvanas, now was being shared between the Forsaken and Worgen. Old hatred were pull asunder and full ataraxis took over. A new kickoff for the Forsaken and Worgen.



It was eight months later, Sylvanas strode through the Undercity, her belly swollen and ripe with my child. I walked beside her and watched the acknowledgment on the faces of the Forsaken as we went by. A pretty young mage, at first I thought was human, walked up to us and kneeled at our feet.


"My master and lady, thank you .... thank you for ending our hex ! ”, she said. When she rose, I could see her stomach was starting to swell.


"You are significant ? ”, I asked.


"Yes, m'lord. ”, she blushed.


"But.. How ? ”, asked Sylvanas.


The mage glanced at us both."I was returning from the sepulture in Silverpine when I came across a Worgen. When our centre met, I felt my nub scratch line to beat, fondness returned to my consistency and ... soon I began to recover my former youth."


"And ... this Worgen .... ? ”, I questioned.


"He claimed me ... .right then and there. ”, the mage giggled."I was no yearner afraid of the Worgen, I am now the partner of Haldor, of Gilneas."


"Amazing ”, said Sylvanas."I am truly felicitous for you ... .. ?"


"Justine. My lady ... I am Justine of Under- ... ..of New Lordaeron. ”, she quickly corrected herself.


"New Lordaeron ? ”, I questioned."wellspring, Justine .... You just announced the new name of our city .... Do you not consort, my love. ”, I turned to Sylvanas.


"Yes. It is a perfect name. ”, she said happily."Please ... Justine. Spread the word of New Lordaeron, and many thanks and happiness to you and your mate."


Justine giggled and bounced a prompt bow to me and Sylvanas and went off to announce the official new name of The Undercity.


As the weeks went by Sylvanas and I noticed Sir Thomas More and more fraught undead female person as well as pregnant Worgen females.


We traveled back and Forth between New Gilneas and New Lordaeron and witnessed more and more than Forsaken in New Gilneas and Thomas More Worgen in New Lordaeron. The curse of the Forsaken was over. The birth of our child came and we learned that the swearword of the Worgen was also gone. Our baby, a beautiful, goodly and unassailable girl, we named Mia, showed no signs of either whammy. She was normal.


The priests revealed that the Worgen 's oath and the expletive that afflicted the Forsaken, canceled each other out upon mating and the eventual breeding that came from the mating.



The cities of New Gilneas and New Lordaeron combined to form the realm of Bob Hope. Unfortunately, our quondam ally in the bond and the Horde were not so keen on the fusion. We closed the border to our lands and fortified them jointly. Though we kept civic with both the Alliance and the Horde, we remained neutral as long as their fighting remained extraneous our borders.


The Night gremlin and line of descent Elves were the first, of either side, to recognize our new kingdom, with it 's combined race of Worgen and Forsaken. Eventually, even some members of those airstream would be drawn to us and contribute their varied bloodlines with them and flux them with ours.


promise of a better lifetime, the Forsaken leaving their scourge, the Worgen being accepted. It all was a dream that came unfeigned beyond mine and Sylvanas 's expectations. Our children would mature up, in a Kingdom give up from hate and desperation .