The sun had barely risen, casting an eerie glow over the ruined city of Veilshadi. Kael'thas, the ruthless warlord, stirred from his fitful sleep, his body aching with a thirst for power and dominance. The dark curse that plagued him ensured that his desires were never sated, driving him to ever greater heights of cruelty and conquest.
He rose from his blood-soaked bed, his massive frame towering over the room. His muscles rippled with each movement, a testament to his brutal strength and the countless battles he had fought. His eyes, a piercing blue, held a cold and calculating gaze that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to meet his stare.
Kael'thas' first order of the day was to discipline a disobedient harem member. He strode to the chamber where the woman was held, his boots echoing ominously on the stone floor. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of fear and desperation. The woman, a former elf warrior, was bound to a post, her body bruised and marked from previous punishments.
"Please, my lord," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. "I beg of you, have mercy."
Kael'thas' lips curled into a sadistic smile. "Mercy is for the weak, and you are anything but weak, are you not?" He stepped closer, his voice a low growl. "You will learn your place, or you will suffer the consequences."
He grabbed her by the throat, his fingers digging into her flesh as he lifted her effortlessly. Her eyes widened in terror, her hands scratching at his arm as she struggled for breath. Kael'thas leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "You will obey, or you will die. It is that simple."
With a brutal thrust, he impaled her on his throbbing cock, her screams of pain and pleasure mixing as he began to fuck her with relentless force. Her body jerked with each powerful stroke, her blood and fluids coating his shaft. He could feel her tight pussy clenching around him, her body betraying her as it responded to his dominance.
"Cum for me, you little elf bitch," he growled, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. "Show me how much you want this."
Her moans turned to sobs as she obeyed, her body convulsing with an orgasm that left her limp and gasping. Kael'thas continued to fuck her, his own pleasure building with each thrust. With a final, powerful stroke, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
He pulled out, his cock glistening with a mix of his cum and her blood. He turned and left the room, leaving the elf woman slumped against the post, her body shaking with sobs and exhaustion.
As Kael'thas prepared for battle, he received intelligence about a nearby elf village ripe for the taking. With a sadistic smile, he rallied his troops and set out to claim his new prizes, his demons following close behind, eager for the carnage and rape that was to come.
The village was a flurry of activity as the elves tried to defend their homes. Kael'thas' demons tore through the defenses, their claws and fangs ripping through flesh and bone. The air was filled with the screams of the dying and the roar of battle. Kael'thas stood at the forefront, his sword a blur of steel as he cut down anyone who dared to stand in his way.
He could feel the dark energy of the curse pulsing through his veins, fueling his strength and brutality. With each life he took, he grew stronger, his power swelling like a tidal wave. He could taste the fear in the air, and it intoxicated him, driving him to greater heights of savagery.
As the battle raged on, Kael'thas' demons began to round up the survivors, herding them into a makeshift pen. The elves, both men and women, were bruised and bloodied, their eyes wide with terror as they huddled together, trying to find comfort in each other's presence.
Kael'thas approached the pen, his boots crunching on the broken bodies of the fallen. He surveyed his prizes, his eyes lingering on the women, assessing their value. He could already imagine the pleasures they would provide, the ways in which he would break them and mold them to his will.
"Bring the women to me," he commanded, his voice like thunder. "The men can be used for labor or entertainment. Their fate is of no consequence to me."
His demons complied, dragging the screaming and kicking women from the pen and forcing them to their knees before their new master. Kael'thas circled them like a predator, his eyes roaming over their bodies, taking in every detail.
He selected a few of the most beautiful and defiant, his cock already hardening at the thought of what he would do to them. "These will do for a start," he said, his voice a low growl. "The rest will be added to my harem. See that they are cleaned and prepared for my pleasure."
With that, he turned and strode back to his stronghold, his demons following close behind, their captive women in tow. The journey back was a symphony of screams and sobs, the women's terror a sweet melody to Kael'thas' ears.
As they reached the stronghold, Kael'thas was greeted by the sight of his current harem, a mix of races and species, all bound by their shared fate as his playthings. He could feel his cock throbbing with anticipation, his body aching with the need to dominate and conquer.
He turned to his demons, his voice a command. "Prepare the chamber. I wish to sample my new acquisitions."
The demons nodded, their eyes glowing with excitement as they led the captives away to be cleaned and prepared. Kael'thas watched them go, his mind already filled with the images of what was to come.
The chamber was a large, circular room, the walls adorned with whips, chains, and other instruments of pleasure and pain. The floor was covered in plush furs, providing a comfortable surface for the ordeals that were to take place. In the center of the room stood a large, ornate bed, its posts carved with scenes of debauchery and domination.
Kael'thas entered the chamber, his cock already hard and ready. The demons had done their work well, the women were cleaned and oiled, their bodies glistening in the dim light. They knelt in a circle around the bed, their heads bowed, their bodies trembling with fear and anticipation.
Kael'thas circled them, his eyes roaming over their bodies, taking in every detail. He could feel the power of the curse pulsing through him, fueling his desire and brutality. He selected the first of his new acquisitions, a tall, proud elf woman with long, silver hair and piercing green eyes.
He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to her feet. "You will be the first to taste my pleasure," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "And you will learn what it means to serve your master."
He threw her onto the bed, her body bouncing on the soft furs. He climbed on top of her, his massive frame dwarfing hers as he positioned himself between her thighs. He could feel her trembling, her body betraying her as it responded to his dominance.
With a brutal thrust, he entered her, her scream of pain and pleasure mixing as he began to fuck her with relentless force. Her body jerked with each powerful stroke, her blood and fluids coating his shaft. He could feel her tight pussy clenching around him, her body betraying her as it responded to his dominance.
"Cum for me, you little elf bitch," he growled, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. "Show me how much you want this."
Her moans turned to sobs as she obeyed, her body convulsing with an orgasm that left her limp and gasping. Kael'thas continued to fuck her, his own pleasure building with each thrust. With a final, powerful stroke, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
He pulled out, his cock glistening with a mix of his cum and her blood. He turned to the next woman, his appetite far from sated. The night was young, and he had many more to break and conquer.
One by one, he took them, his demons holding them down as he fucked them with brutal force. The chamber was filled with the sounds of moans, screams, and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh. Kael'thas' body was a machine of pleasure and pain, his cock a weapon of domination as he claimed each woman for his own.
As the night wore on, the women began to fade, their bodies spent and exhausted from the relentless onslaught. Kael'thas, however, showed no signs of tiring. His demons brought him more women, fresh and untouched, their eyes wide with terror as they were thrown onto the bed to be claimed by their new master.
Kael'thas could feel the power of the curse surging through him, his body fueled by the endless supply of women. He took them in groups, his demons holding them down as he fucked them with relentless force. The chamber was a symphony of moans, screams, and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh.
He could feel their pussies clenching around him, their bodies betraying them as they responded to his dominance. He could taste their fear, their desperation, and it intoxicated him, driving him to greater heights of savagery.
As the first light of dawn broke through the windows, Kael'thas finally allowed himself to find release. He took a final group of women, their bodies limp and spent as he fucked them with brutal force. With a roar of pleasure, he came, his cock pulsing as he filled them with his seed.
He pulled out, his body finally sated, his demons cleaning him as he collapsed onto the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The chamber was a mess of blood, sweat, and cum, the air thick with the scent of sex and exhaustion.
Kael'thas looked around at the sea of limp, spent bodies, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. He had broken them, molded them to his will, and in doing so, had claimed another victory in his endless quest for power and domination.
As he drifted off to sleep, his mind was already filled with the images of what was to come. More conquests, more women, more power. The curse would ensure that his desires were never sated, and he would continue to take what he wanted, when he wanted it, by any means necessary.
And so, the beast awoke, and the world trembled at the thought of what was to come.