7 comments/ 7082 views/ 14 favorites Lena Trueshield Ch. 01 By: LenaTrueshield The sun shone brighter than it usually did in the dull brown sky over what was now known as the Eastern Plaguelands. The slow, constant clattering of hooves on cobblestone could be heard as a rider made their way through the plague-ridden lands, following the narrow path. Creatures watched her as she moved slowly, observing her surroundings. They were hidden everywhere, she sensed. Behind trees, in holes, in the destroyed remains of the houses of the people who had once inhabited this land. But they dared not attack her, as they sensed the powerful aura radiating from the blonde paladin and, similarly, she sensed just how insignificant the evil creatures were. Her senses were particularly attuned to the Undead, the Scourge as they were called, when under the service of the Lich King and his necromancers. One could tell the woman was a paladin by the deep red platemail armor she wore, marking her as one of the Scarlet Crusade, which also meant she was a human. The Crusade not permitting any of the other races to join their ranks. Her weapon, a large two-handed axe slung across her back, shone with pure light, the weapon crafted with the sole purpose of eradicating the Undead. If one looked close enough, they could see the very light blue aura radiating from her, protecting her from the corrupting evils of the land. She wore no helmet, preferring not to limit her eyesight, especially in a place such as this. Instead, she had wrapped her head in a simple red bandana, matching the colors of the Crusade. Finally, she arrived at the small town she was sent to liberate from the Scourge. Reaching into the satchel tied to the side of her brown steed, she pulled out a folded map. Inspecting it for a moment, she realized that the town didn't seem to have been given a name. It contained no more than ten buildings, of which only two still stood intact, not having been ravaged by the flames of war. They stood, but they did not seem very comfortable. Nothing in these lands did. She slowly slid from her mount, letting it follow her into town. She dared not leave it alone, not with the plaguehounds, gargoyles and vampire bats running around. Axe drawn, she slowly made her way into the town square, not sensing any of the foul Undead, though the stench of death was omnipresent. Coming upon what seemed like an inn, its door bashed in, she observed what little she could see of the dimly illuminated inside of the building. Nothing but ruins, it seemed. The wooden floor beneath her heavy steel boots creaked with each step, the glow of her axe doing little to illuminate the ravaged inn. Chairs had been thrown about, piles of bones lay in nearly every corner. Some skulls seemed far smaller than others, which sent shivers down her spine as she thought of the atrocities that had been committed here. Her breath slowed so she could better hear any approaching foes, her eyes scanning every darkened corner. Slowly, she made her way up a flight of stairs, a large hole in the middle of them. Careful not to put too much weight on the badly damage steps, she finally reached the top. It seemed as empty as the rest of the building. If every other building was as empty as this one, she wondered why she'd even been sent here in the first place. Maybe some adventurer had cleared it out recently, she thought to herself. Just as she was about to turn around, she noticed a dim blue light coming from one of the rooms at the end of the corridor. Frowning slightly, she decided to investigate. Though she wasn't being as quiet as she would've liked, it was quite difficult to conceal ones presence when wearing platemail. She burst into the room suddenly, axe in hand, ready to take on any foe within. But there was none to be seen. Grumbling to herself, she turned around to exit the room, but before she could do so, the door slammed shut right in front of her, as if pushed by a powerful gust of wind. Frantically trying to open the door, she heard a deep, slow laugh coming from behind her. The paladin spun around, still holding her axe firmly, its warm glow contrasting with the cold blue light of the fire that had been burning in the hearth. Her eyes were greeted by the sight of a tall, bearded necromancer. His beard nearly reached his waist, hanging over the deep blue silken robes he wore. His garments were adorned with skulls and all manner of deathly trinkets. She had faced such foes before, their apparent frailty hiding their deep cunning and ruthlessness. Knowing that speaking to such a foul man was useless, she started running towards him, holding her axe up over her head. She knew she had to make quick work of him. As her glowing weapon struck downwards, she was ready to feel the familiar crunch as her blade would slice through his skull. Instead of that, however, she found her strike halted mere inches from the dark spellcaster's face by a thick wall of bones that he had conjured from the bones lying around. His lips twisted into a wicked grin, he thrust his hand out in her direction, those bones flying out in her direction. Unable to react quickly enough, she found that her hands and feet had been bound to the nearby wall by the animated bones which had been quickly reshaped to accomplish that task. Unable to pull herself free from the foul restraints, she tried to conjure up a shield around herself that would push them away. But she seemed to be out of luck, her holy powers unable to assist her. "Struggle as you will, little paladin. No one is coming to save you. The Light cannot reach you here," the necromancer said, his words stretched out as he spoke, each syllable spoken with such a sinister intonation that she could not help but shiver. "Unbind me, foul necromancer, so that I may put an end to your dark plans! Your death will be swift, I swear it!" she shouted, rage pooling within her as she kept on struggling against the skeletal bindings that kept her against the wall. He let out a soft chuckle, visibly amused at her obvious anger. "Oh, dear, you're not doing anywhere. Not until I'm done with you, that is," he answered, walking every so slowly towards his victim, savoring every little squirm and struggle from his helpless prisoner. The necromancer looked her up and down once, and with a wave of his hand her plate armor undid itself, falling in pieces to the ground as though it were made of dry dirt. Beneath her armor, she wore nothing but very simple linen trousers and a tunic. Her body was nothing to be ashamed of, but nothing to be exceedingly proud of, either. She was toned, like most paladins her age were. Her breasts weren't large, by any means, barely more than a handful. "I will not partake in your experiments, necromancer! I will not become part of your Scourge!" she shouted, hoping the sound would alert any nearby allies to her current situation. Yet, no help came. The more she tried to channel the Light, the less it seemed to work. Not even a spark escaped her open palm. Considering the spellcaster's power, she doubted it would do her any good. Another chuckle escaped the man's bearded lips. This one a bit louder than the other, betraying his excitement at the prospect of bending one of the Scarlet Crusade's holy warriors to his will. "You will serve me just fine, in death..." he said. She could smell his foul breath as he spoke so near to her. "But first, I should amuse myself. I was surprised that you did not detect me. Perhaps you are not as powerful as you think you are, my dear." His boney hand reached for her face, his palm raised upwards so that she could see the small black flame that he had conjured. "Ohhh, this will be most excellent..." And with that, the spell in his hand doubled in size, then doubled again as he fed more power into it. As it approached the size of his head, he thrust his palm outwards, causing the black flame to be absorbed through her nose, eyes and half-open mouth. She shook violently as the darkness spread within her, her eyes turning black as the necromancer cackled. "You are mine, now!" he shouted with glee, betraying his usual, much darker tone. Thinking this was the end, darkness seeping into the corners of her eyes, the paladin let prayed silently, hoping her soul would know peace once she was dead, hoping the necromancer would be unable to turn her into one of the numberless undead that roamed the land. Her prayers went unanswered as she felt the darkness overwhelm her body. Every nerve in her body burning with intense pain, though she suffered through it as best she could, not wanting to let the necromancer have the pleasure of knowing how much pain she was going through. It felt as though her body was filled with an intense fire. "Yesss... Let the curse seep into your soul!" The bearded man's voice shouted, his stare as intense as the pain his dark spell was inflicting upon her. Then, just as she thought she would pass out from the pain, light suddenly burst forth from her body, shattering the shackles from which she hung from the wall. A bony splinter struck the necromancer, cutting his cheek. Stunned, the robed figure barely had the time to register the paladin, who had sprouted a pair of what seemed to be wings made entirely out of light. He thrust his hands out as he had done before, only to find that his spell was entirely ineffective against the woman whose eyes seemed to glow a bright yellow as her being was filled with holy energy. He shouted but she would hear none of it. Her axe came crashing down into his skull, splitting it in two with the ease of a knife running through water. She kicked his limp body to the ground as the wings of light dissipated from her back, her eyes returning to normal at the same time. Breathing heavily, she fell on one knee before darkness overtook her. -- Her vision was hazy as she woke up. Above her, a purple skinned woman was staring at her with silver, pupil-less eyes. "Hello? Are you awake, miss?" Her expression was one of worry as she shook the paladin, slowly bringing her back to consciousness. "Ugh... Where am I?" Slowly sitting back up, the blonde human rubbed her forehead. Her entire body felt sore, as though she'd spent an entire week running nonstop. "Well, you're about a day's ride west of Light's Hope, if that makes you feel better. I found your horse not too far away and I found you unconscious in an abandoned inn. I'm not sure what you were doing there with what you were wearing and no weapon. Couldn't find anything else of interest in that place. Are you from here? Were you hiding from the Undead?" There was a slight pounding in her head as the Night Elf talked. The human closed her eyes for a moment. "I see..." It seemed the necromancer's corpse had disappeared after she'd slain him and her weapon had also vanished in the process. She was glad her steed hadn't been slain and that the Kaldorei managed to bring it along. "Thank you, miss..." she said. Most other Scarlet Crusaders would have been far more distrustful of a Night Elf, but she was thankful for what the green-haired elf had done for her. For a moment, she looked at the other woman with a slight smile, noting her rather attractive features and medium-long hair, tied in a single ponytail. In her hair hung a few leaves and trinkets and she wore rather plain garments with feathers here and there, quite obviously marking her as a druid. "Oh, I'm Shalendris!" exclaimed the cheerful elf. "Lena Trueshield," replied the paladin. "If you'll excuse me, Shalendris, I need to get back to my superiors to tell them of what happened..." The paladin stood up slowly and it was then that she noticed the odd weight on her chest. Looking down, Lena gasped. "Wh-what happened?! Is this some foul trick of yours, Night Elf?!" Her expression rapidly changed to one of anger mixed with confusion as she looked at the Elf. Indeed, her breasts had more than tripled in size, now rivaling her head as they shook and jiggled upon her chest. The Night Elf threw up her hands defensively at the outraged blonde. "Let me explain, please! I meant no harm!" "Then explain!" shouted the human, ready to pounce on the Kaldorei to teach her a lesson or two. Still holding her hands up, the Night Elf tried as best as she could to explain what happened. "You had a few wounds that I tried to heal and, I don't know how, your breasts absorbed my magic before healing your wounds! I have no idea what could have caused such a thing, I swear!" Lena frowned, sensing that the other woman was telling the truth. "As silly as your explanation may seem, I believe you," she said, as she slowly dropped back down on the ground, sitting down. The new weight upon her chest would definitely take some getting used to. "We can head to Light's Hope to have you checked out by the priests there. I'm sure they'll know what's wrong," suggested the druidess, eyes casually bouncing down to her companion's rather large bosom every now and again. "Yes, I'm sure they'd love to 'check me out' as you put it. I've heard much about the Argent Dawn's priests," she said, mumbling a little. "The Argent priests are about as untrustworthy as the Orcs and Undead they ally themselves with." Shalendris frowned at the comment. "Why would you say such a thing? Orcs and Forsaken are far from perfect, I'll admit, but those who join the Argent Dawn believe in purifying the land as much as you do!" "That may be so, but their treachery is well documented. You would do well to watch yourself around them," said the Crusader, matter-of-factly. The Night Elf's only response was to roll her eyes before standing up, walking over to her large Nightsaber sleeping next to the paladin's horse. "Come on now, we have quite a lot of ground to cover before we're to reach Light's Hope. From there, you can take a gryphon to wherever you want to go." -- The sun was already setting when the druid decided to stop. "This will do." She slid off her Nightsaber, feeding it before moving to what seemed to be a good enough spot to spend the night. "I hope you won't mind us not starting a fire. Don't want to draw too much attention to ourselves, now do we?" Lena nodded as her feet touched the ground, causing her newly improved bust to jiggle from the movement. She blushed slightly, not used to such movement under he tunic. Her hands shot up to try and calm the two jiggling mounds. Of course, since they had ridden side by side most of the day, Shalendris had very well noticed just how much the paladin's bra-less tits would bounce as she rode her steed. It was only with great effort that she managed to tear her eyes from those two magnificent udders. If not for the fact that she would surely end up with the paladin's fist between the eyes, Shalendris would have loved to try "healing" the woman again, just to see if her magic was truly the cause of her enlarged knockers. It didn't take long for the pair to set up camp, two bedrolls having been set on the ground near a tree. Shalendris sat down next to the tall pine, leaning forward and crossing her arms over her elbows. "I'll take first watch," she declared. "You need to sleep." Too tired to speak, Lena nodded once more before lying down on her back on her bedroll. Barely ten seconds had passed before she started snoring peacefully. Though illuminated by nothing but the moon that had risen over their heads, Shalendris could still very well see the other woman in the dark. Night Elves were right at home in the darkness of night, beneath the watchful gaze of Elune. However, Elune was not the only thing gazing that night. The druidess' gaze went to the human's heaving chest, noting that even though she wore no bra, gravity seemed to affect her breasts very little. It seemed as though they had kept their perkiness from when they were smaller. Shalendris licked her lips, silver eyes glued to the bountiful cleavage the human paladin showed in her straining tunic. "What's a little experimentation?" she thought to herself as she slowly rose from her spot next to the tree, crawling silently next to her companion. From this close, she wondered just how she had managed not to pounce on the busty human before. Slowly, as she didn't want to wake the human, the druid's hand slowly slid beneath the pale-skinned woman's tunic, reaching up until her hands rested gently upon the large mounds hidden beneath. She could feel those hardened nipples poking up against her palms in the chilly air. Her heart racing, she started focusing on the healing spell she had used earlier that day. Usually, the plants would lend her their life force to help with the spell. However, there was very little of it available in the Plaguelands. The surrounding plants gave what they could, but that proved to be very little, especially considering what the druid had in mind with her spell. Frowning as the human's breasts absorbed what little magic the druid put out. With her hands directly on the huge tits, she was sure that the energy flowed directly into them. "Come on..." she muttered under her breath. Suddenly, she felt a slight jump from the huge melons as they grew a little under the elf's hands. She had never seen someone with such a condition. Typically, her healing energies would flow to the wounds she was trying to heal but with this human, it seemed that her breasts acted as sponges, absorbing as much magic as they could, using the leftovers to heal the wounds. It was getting increasingly hard for the Kaldorei to think of such things, however. Very, very hard. Looking down, she could see the large tent created by her growing erection. She bit her lower lip, eyeing Lena's melons for a moment. Unable to resist, she pulled her robes up to her waist, revealing the enormous, throbbing she-cock hidden underneath. Not even fully hard, it was already slightly longer than her forearm and equally as thick. Huge veins throbbed along its length and underneath it, a huge, full set of balls hung like two overripe oranges. She placed one knee on either side of the human, pulling her shirt up and over those deliciously huge breasts. They were pale, each one topped with a tender pink nipples which seemed a bit smaller than a pair of breasts like these would have. She didn't care if she woke the paladin anymore as her hands groped and fondled the big, jiggling chestpillows before her. With her palms, she moved them around slowly, admiring their weight and size. She could look nowhere else, her gaze locked onto the twin peaks. That would not keep her attention for long, she realized and before she knew it, she was straddling the human's waist, sliding her cock inbetween the jiggling fuckpillows. Her cheeks were red as her heart raced. Both her hands placed on either side of the paladin's rack, she slowly started moving her hips back and forth in her cleavage, her fat nutsack dragging along the other woman's torso. Slowly but surely, she started gaining speed and every now and then a drop of precum would ooze out the tip of her gargantuan phallus, rolling down the human's collarbone and down into her golden hair. Her speed now to her liking, her hips would smack against the tits' undersides, causing them to bounce and jiggle madly. The constant smacking, of course, woke the exhausted paladin who was greeted by the sight of Shalendris' one-eyed python poking out of her cleavage twice or thrice per second. Noticing the human's eyes were now open wide, the Night Elf froze. "I-I'm sorry!" she exclaimed. "Don't be sorry. Keep going. I've seen the way you've looked at me all day. I am not a fool," replied the paladin. Moving her head forward, she licked the monstrous cock's head, ridding the tip of a droplet of precum that had just oozed out. Not needing anymore encouragement, the Kaldorei started pumping again, hands groping the massive udders, her speed nearly doubling what it had been before that small intermission. Lewd slapping noises could be heard as her frantic thrusting continued, her fat cockhead lubricating Lena's cleavage to such a degree that it could reflect some of the moonlight. Lena Trueshield Ch. 01 Before long, her large nutsack tensed. Trying to hold back was impossible. The Night Elf hadn't been intimate for over a year and she had a lot of pent up energy to release. The first shot caught the human by surprise, her cheek and eyelid covered in a sticky rope of semen. The second, she was prepared for. Opening her mouth, she managed to swallow most of it, except for the small strand that reached from her upper lip to her nose. The oversized pillar of meat kept on throbbing as it released what seemed like an unending amount of the warm, sticky cum. When it finally stopped, she was absolutely covered in the stuff. From her tits to her face, it seemed no part of her upper body had been spared. "Hope you brought towels," Lena said as she watched the Night Elf stroke the last few drops of cum from her slowly deflating cannon. Lena Trueshield Ch. 02 They'd been riding for two days and their supplies were running low. Lena looked up in the air as her traveling companion, the young-looking Night Elf druid, Shalendris, climbed up a pine tree. It seemed the coniferous trees were the only ones that had managed to survive the corruption that seeped into everything, even though a lot of them were turning the same sickly shade as the rest of the region's flaura. A lot of them were even covered with large, green pustules that Lena knew would eventually turn them into the massive mushrooms that could be seen in some areas. "Do you see anything?" she half-shouted, not wanting to draw too much attention to themselves. Especially considering she was without a weapon. No doubt the pair would be able to defend themselves if they had to, but she preferred not to take such a chance. Especially considering their distance from Light's Hope Chapel and Tyr's Hand. Light's Hope Chapel was controlled, she knew, by the Argent Dawn. "Traitorous scum..." she muttered under her breath. Originally, the main force fighting the Undead had been the Knights of the Silver Hand. However, the order had been disbanded by the crown prince Arthas Menethil. They later reformed under Alexandros Mograine's command and under new banners. However, that proved to be short lived (quite literally) as Mograine was slain and the Crusade split into three groups. The Brotherhood of the Light, the Argent Dawn and the Scarlet Crusade who had stayed loyal to the cause. "I see nothing that we should worry about! I'd say we're only a few hours away from Light's Hope!" shouted the druidess from atop the tree. Though she had the power to turn into a large storm crow to survey the land, she preferred not to risk an attack from the huge bats and gargoyles that patrolled the skies. "Good, good..." replied Lena, her voice nearly a whisper as Shalendris dropped back down in front of her. She'd be able to take a gryphon to fly down to Tyr's Hand, which would barely take half of an hour, she estimated. "Come on, now! No time to waste!" said the cheerful Kaldorei, already seated upon her large black nightsaber. Lena nodded before hopping into her own mount before departing along with her companion. Even though the druid was one of the savage Night Elves, she had grown somewhat fond of the purple-skinned woman. Her personality was a sharp contrast to the human's, but they got along. The only problem, however, was that Shalendris was part of the Argent Dawn, which would make their friendship difficult at best. The two rode quietly on, avoiding the roads and trying to avoid any undead they spotted. Sometimes, they'd stop as Shalendris pointed to a mound of dirt further up ahead which signaled the presence of either a burrowed Ghoul or Nerubian. The Nerubians, large spider-like creatures with human-like torsos and spider-like abdomens, would often burrow through the ground, creating vast networks of tunnels from which they'd attack unsuspecting travelers. Shalendris had proved quite efficient at detecting such dangers. Lena had been told druids had the power to communicate with surrounding flora and fauna, which, she guessed, was how she knew where to go and how to avoid danger so easily. A slight smirk crossed the paladin's lips as she noticed the Night Elf staring at her breasts. As she rode, the newly inflated set of breasts would bounce and jiggle beneath her rather tight linen shirt. How she wished she'd brought a bra with her or at least something to stop the incessant jiggling. Not that she minded the attention, but the sensations were rather distracting. Every now and again, she'd look back at the Night Elf, noticing the same impressive bulge she'd grown accustomed to seeing. "Poor thing," she thought to herself as the enormous she-dick strained against those druidic robes. -- The sun was already setting when they both arrived at Light's Hope Chapel. The Chapel stood atop a small hill, serving as the Argent Dawn's main base of operations. It was a wonder the tiny encampment surrounding Light's Hope had managed to survive for so long, considering they had no walls or fortifications whatsoever and given the fact that it was barely half a day's ride from many Scourge strongholds. Surely there was some secret to the organization's survival. Untouched by the Scourge it seemed, Light's Hope's ground had not been spared. The plants surrounding the encampment withered and dead, the ground just as sickly as the rest of the former kingdom. The more she approached the Chapel, the more she felt she knew why it had managed to survive for as long as it did. Indeed, she felt the Light, though invisible, surround her, as though protecting her. It warmed her against the chilly breeze and made her feel safe. This was a feeling she had never known while training in Hearthglen. Had the Light chosen its champions? She was drawn from her thoughts by Shalendris' voice. "Well, here we are! Gryphon master's over there. He'll let you fly to Tyr's Hand for a few silver. If you've got no coin on you, I can give you some," she offered with a kind smile. "Thank you, I'll be just fine... Though, may I leave my steed here for a little while? May I trust you to take care of it?" Lena's hand slowly caressed the animal in question's short fur gently, running her hand along its neck down to its side. With a laugh, the druid nodded. "Of course, you know I'd never mistreat any beast." -- Saying goodbye to her friend, the Paladin had given the gryphon master a few silver coins before riding off on the winged beast. Looking down, she noticed her bust had gained some size. Raising her eyebrows at this new development, the paladin couldn't help but grasp the two pale orbs of flesh. They definitely felt larger and a tad heavier. What could have caused such a thing? Could the Holy Light surrounding Light's Hope Chapel have done this to her in the same way the druid's magic did? Brushing such questions aside, she spotted Tyr's Hand in the distance. It was, compared to Light's Hope, absolutely massive. Fortunately, there were no Scourge gargoyles or bats inbetween the two settlements as the Scarlet Crusade and Argent Dawn's gryphon riders managed to keep the skies free of such disgusting creatures. Not wanting to risk getting shot out of the sky, knowing just how paranoid some Scarlet Crusaders were, she decided to land her beast in the woods not too far from the city gates. As she came upon the closed gates of Tyr's Hand, Lena leaned her head back and shouted at the two guards posted atop the walls. "Let me through!" she demanded. "Sorry! Only members of the Scarlet Crusade may enter Tyr's Hand! Inquisitor's orders!" was the reply. Obviously... she thought to herself, grumbling. She had lost her armor in her fight with the necromancer a few days ago and could not find her weapon. She had no true way of proving who she was. "This is Crusader Lena Trueshield. I demand to speak with the Inquisitor in charge!" A few minutes passed by in silence before the gates finally opened. Barely enough to let the blonde woman through, even forcing her to move in sideways to get through the gates, which caused her huge breasts to rub against the wooden gate. She frowned, the sensation quite unpleasant. On the other side, two guards waited for her, weapons drawn. "If you'll follow us, the Inquisitor will see you now." The two men were quite tall, wearing the usual colors of the Scarlet Crusade. Their faces hidden beneath those deep red helms, she knew their eyes were probably glued to the twin globes barely held by her thin linen tunic. She could also feel her hardened nipples poking against the fabric which, no doubt, only gave them more reasons to stare at her overinflated chestpillows. The escort followed her through what had once been one of the most prosperous cities in Lordaeron. Now, it was but a shadow of its former self, Scarlet banners fluttering about here and there. Oh, the people living there still managed to live fairy normal lives in the shadow of the Scourge as it was the only city in the Plaguelands with access to the sea. Though the land was less decayed and sick than outside its walls, Tyr's Hand's lands produced less crops than required to sustain its population. To help with this, they would often trade with the Alliance, giving gold (which they had plenty of) in exchange for far more valuable food and supplies. Finally, they arrived at the city's church. It stood atop a hill, looking over the rest of Tyr's Hand. Its structure was composed mostly of nearly pure white stone with a huge bell tower that only enhanced the building's already imposing presence. Inside they went. It was mostly empty save for a couple of priests praying at the altar. The light of the setting sun filtered through the stained glass windows, illuminating the inside. In the central aisle, a carpet of a deep red extended from the door to the altar. She could barely hear a sound save for her muffled steps as well as the two other guards' as they walked that carpet. She almost felt as though the armored pair following her were there to protect her, but it was quite the opposite as they were there to make sure she went to the right place. Before reaching the altar, however, she and the guards following her made a sharp turn. She knew full well just where the Inquisitor usually hid. Slowly, they descended a flight of spiraling stairs, the walls going from white to gray, illuminated by torches every twenty steps or so. Down and down they went into the relative darkness of the Inquisitor's "workplace". As they finally reached the bottom of the steps, they could finally hear some sounds coming through the thick wooden door blocking entrance to the room at the end. The nameless guard knocked on the door. Once. Twice. The sounds on the other side of the door suddenly stopped. A few moments later, it opened, revealing a man dressed in the usual attire of the Scarlet Inquisitors, which wasn't all that different from their priests, she thought. Inquisitors, however, were not known for their desire to help and heal the sick and wounded. Feared by both living and dead, they used the knowledge they possessed of the Holy Light to torture their victims, sometimes out of pleasure, sometimes out of necessity. The line was often blurred with such sadists. "Oh, come on in. I'd be lying if I said I didn't expect company," said the Inquisitor which she knew by name as Inquisitor Isillien. She had seen him a few times, heard rumors about him, but never had the "honor" of speaking to such an esteemed member of the Crusade. He was a man in his mid-thirties with auburn hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. At a first glance, one would think him as pleasant as most other priests. She knew this wasn't the case, however, and being brought down below the church made her feel extremely uneasy. The Inquisitor gestured for Lena to come in and she did so with a nod, no words coming from her mouth. "Thank you," he said to the guards as he shut the door behind Lena. Inside, tied to a rack was one of the undead, its flesh a sickly shade of grey as its wrists and ankles were bound to the wooden device. Though most other undead were savage and bestial in nature, this one stared at her with surprising intelligence behind its glowing yellow eyes. She nearly felt pity for the thing, noticing burn marks as well as a multitude of cuts on its flesh. "Now, now. What is it you wish of me? I do hope you have good reason for this interruption," said Inquisitor Isillien with a smirk. "I demanded to speak to you of matters most important, also concerning the mission I was sent on," she explained. "I am Crusader Lena Trueshield, sent to Westdale to investigate the undead threat. I found nothing there but a lone necromancer. I am afraid the Scourge may be harvesting the wandering souls of the dead to empower their constructs in the region," she continued, though his face held no reaction to her words. "I came to see you as I knew you were the only one in a position of command present in Tyr's Hand." His response took far too long for her liking. "Miss Trueshield, I'm afraid you were reported killed in action two days ago..." As he spoke, he eyed her up and down, his gaze lingering for half a second longer on her bust, either out of curiosity, disgust or lust, she could not tell. She did know, however, that her tunic strained heavily against the two pale orbs of flesh and averting one's gaze from such endowments was a monumental task that even the most devout of priests would find difficult. However, him gazing briefly at her breasts troubled her far less than hearing how she'd been reported dead. "I... what?" She was shocked to hear it, unable to understand who would do this and why. "Come, I think you should go have a rest. I'll be up most of the night, so you may sleep in my own private quarters, Crusader. If you wish to bathe yourself, I'll ask the servants to draw some water for you." Then, Isillien smiled at her, for the first time showing what seemed like genuine concern over her situation. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary, but she still felt somewhat uneasy. The rumors flying around about the inquisitors had to be more than just rumors for them to have earned such a reputation amongst the living and the dead of Lordaeron. She was led to Isillien's room and decided to jump into bed fully clothed without even bathing, even if it had been over two days since she'd last done so. The Inquisitor slept in a room on the second floor of the church. The room in question was rather plain-looking and it was obvious by the looks of it that he spent very little time actually in it. She blew out the candle beside the bed and drifted off to sleep, which was no difficult task considering the last few days she'd been through. It only took a few seconds before sleep overtook her tired body. -- She felt cold. So cold. "Rise and shine, Ms. Trueshield," said a familiar voice. As she opened her eyes to look around, it only took her a moment to realize she was not in the same room she'd fallen asleep in. Trying to move her arms proved futile, as she was bound to some sort of wooden device. Her legs suffered the same fate, ankles bound tightly, legs spread at the same angle as her arms. Looking down, she noticed just how naked she was. Her breasts were on full display as well as her nether regions. "What the-" she started speaking but was soon interrupted by the same voice that she was woken up by, though this time it came from behind her. "Now, did you truly think I'd let an impostor like yourself run free through our ranks?" came the voice. She immediately recognized it as Inquisitor Isillien's, watching him as he slowly made his way in front of her. His feet made no sound as he moved along the gray stone floor, matching the walls and ceiling. Only a few candles and torches lit the room, sitting on tables and hanging from walls. It was then that she realized she was on the same rack she'd seen the Undead male the evening before. She could easily guess what had happened to the poor soul. She rarely empathized with the dead, but this one seemed to have an intelligence to its eyes that others did not, causing her to feel some small amount of pity for it. However, this was no time to think about such matters, considering the predicament she found herself in. "Impostor? Are you mad?" she replied, trying to wriggle free of her bonds once more, though the movements only caused her chest to bounce and jiggle about. "It is my job to sniff out the agents of the scourge, those who carry the taint of death and you carry it within you..." he said, pointing an accusing finger at her face. "And within those!" His finger moved downwards to her enormous breasts. The Inquisitor stepped forward, pressing his finger into her massive mounds to emphasize his point. She shivered slightly at the touch, her hardened nipples poking out against the room's cold air. "You must be purified!" he cried out, thrusting his open palm in her direction. From it, a ball of holy light flew out, hitting her in the stomach. She felt a very sharp pain in her entire body, as though every nerve was set aflame, as though every inch of her body was being punctured by flaming hot needles... Then, it stopped. The pain lasted barely a second before vanishing. Noticing just how little pain his spell seemed to inflict upon her, he snarled with annoyance. Trying again, this time his shock of light shooting from his finger like a lightning bolt. Once more, the same feelings of intense pain shook her body and vanished. "What is the meaning of this?!" Extreme confusion and anger marked the Inquisitor's facial expression as he found that none of his spells seemed to do her any harm. Even if no darkness dwelled within her, those spells would have been enough to drown anyone or anything in pain. He was one of the highest ranked members of the Scarlet Crusade! She would show him respect! Then, without warning, she let out a long moan as the intense pain from both spells seemed to convert to pleasure within her body. The pain, now gone, was amplified tenfold as it traveled from the tips of her toes and fingers towards her breasts, every muscle in her body taken by overwhelming bliss. What lasted only a few seconds in reality felt like hours as she reached orgasm repeatedly in that short amount of time, her cunt gushing out impossible amounts of juices onto the rack and onto the floor. Though her eyes were shut, she could nearly see the fireworks going off in her mind. A spell designed to cause such intense pain had instead made her feel the exact opposite, causing a chain of orgasms. She thought she'd go mad from the pleasure, her cunt spasming violently, every muscle in her body unable to move due to the indescribable pleasure she was feeling. When it finally stopped, she opened her eyes to the sight of Isillien's cock inches from her face. He'd lowered the rack down so she was lying down parallel to the ground, obviously turned on by the lewd display. The holy man could not keep it in his pants, it seemed (or robes, in this case), the deep red garments around his waist as he placed his hand behind the blonde paladin's head, moving his hips forward as though he was thrusting a spear. In truth, his cock would have better ben compared to a club due to its impressive thickness. She didn't care, however, as she opened her mouth to let the throbbing cock into her hungry maw. "Look at these fucking tits," he growled as his hands went to her breasts. It was then that she realized how sensitive they were and, out of the corner of her eye, noticed just how larger they'd gotten. They felt heavier, too. She hadn't noticed their growth during those moments of insane pleasure. It was hard to tell from her current perspective, but it almost seemed as though they'd doubled in size, now easily one and a half times the size of her own head. This confirmed it, she thought. It wasn't just the druid's magic that caused them to grow. The intensity of the spells used also affected how much they grew. Those thoughts were rapidly erased as the horny Inquisitor thrust into her mouth, using her mouth as though he were using a sex toy, his balls slapping against her chin, her nose brushing against his trimmed pubes with every thrust. Perhaps she was more of a slut than she thought, her tongue circling around the cock's helm, though not without some difficulty due to the incessant thrusting. She sucked on the thick log of a cock, feeling its veins against her tongue and lips as it moved in and out at an ever increasing pace. When he'd had enough, he pulled out of her mouth with a loud schlurp. With a hungry gaze, he walked in front of her, kneeling between her spread legs, still bound to the wooden rack. He then aimed his fat prick with the entrance of her womanhood, pressing the throbbing head against her wet folds. Moving his hips forward, he grunted slightly. His thickness surprised her and she moaned as her extremely sensitive hole was penetrated. He found very little resistance as he inched his rod into her, her soaked snatch providing ample lubrication as he stretched her slowly. Lena Trueshield Ch. 02 "You dare... abuse the Light in such a way? You dare twist it for your own perverted desires?!" His words came with some effort as he pushed the whole length of his prick into her. Though his fuckstick was far from very long, it was much thicker than Shalendris' she-cock. "Then I'll give you what you so crave!" His words came out inbetween thrusts, his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat, dripping down onto her as he fucked her mercilessly. Leaning down, he took one of her colossal bouncing tits into his mouth, sucking on it fiercely, ramming his throbbing manhood deep into her. Lena moaned and begged as he fucked her sloppy cunt, lewd smacking noises echoing throughout the chamber as his balls kept swinging against her ass. Smack. Smack. Smack. She could feel his hungry mouth sucking on her thimble-sized nipple, tongue swirling around her pink areola. Both his hands were holding onto her arms as he ravaged her dripping depths, her body rocking back and forth on the wooden rack in rhythm with his thrusts. Lena threw her head back as a surge of pleasure hit her, feeling her orgasm rapidly mounting. The slutty paladin's cunt spasming around the holy man's cock. Lifting his head from her oversized tit, he put both hands on the twin peaks instead, squeezing them roughly in his hands. This gesture brought her over the edge and she started wailing as she came, an orgasm of epic proportions ripping through her body and mind. Every muscle locked, she came around his fat prick. This, in turn, sent him over the edge as well and he pulled out, rapidly moving next to her and stuffing his veiny prick down her throat where he unleashed a torrent of cum straight down into her stomach. "Hnnnggh... That's a good slut..." Isillien's words were lost to her as she rode out the last waves of her mind-blowing orgasm, eagerly swallowing every last drop of his thick seed. With a pop, his cock exited her mouth. "I've no more use of you," he suddenly said, turning around to pick up a small cloth with which to wipe his softening cock. He was panting slightly, and so was she. Still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, she barely had the time to register what was happening before two guards untied her, tossing her into what seemed to be a secret room behind the wall. Before she could turn around, the stone door slid shut, locking her in the dark room. "Let me out! Let me out!" she begged, but her cries fell unheard. There was no light at all in the room, save for a pair of glowing eyes in the darkness before her...